Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Real Road Ride

today is election day, so no school. And with upper-60s, lower-70s and little humidity, it made for a *perfect* cycling day. Bartutle and I took full advantage to get a 50+miler in, with enough spirited riding to get some fitness and enough steady-state to finish feeling good. What a nice day. Hope you got out.

The summer grasses and flowers are marching upward. Love me some grasses swaying in the breeze. #summeriscoming


Sunday, May 17, 2015


My senior girls- who lost in the semis last year as the #1 seed- won the KY state doubles title yesterday. I don't put much tennis content on here because I get cranky during tennis season when I don't ride, but I especially had to put this up for AMidnightRider. He understands the physical, emotional, and psychological investment. I'm sure others do too. A great group of girls, a great result, and now I'm going for a bike ride.
(photo credit: Courier-Journal)

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Mas rides

Saturday DavidC and I did a single-speed roam ride, finished off with refreshments. It was a good day:

Sunday PJ and I hit the Seneca/Cherokee trails for a bit. It was an equally good day. I didn't want to stop, but yard work called. Sunday was as good a day as one could ask, except for right now at 11.18 when the wife is working on putting on clean sheets even though I have to work nice and early tomorrow. Ah, married life. The Jones is craptastic on trails. So good.


The wife was visiting her mother in Maysville, so I undertook a quest, a 3/4 hundy from M to L on Friday.

Key Pike, road on which wife's childhood home resides via her father. #Hilly

Intersection of May's Lick, farm-to-market town and one-time capitol of asparagus. Now, it's a little sleepy.

Flag indicates stiff wind from the SW. I happened to be traveling towards the SW. It made for an interesting day.

Always wanted to capture this vista. Nice.

Down Old 68, which is looking worse for the wear, but also means it's devoid of cars.

Up Old 68 and it's 13%. Someone might have removed road shoes and socks. Might have, but there is no picture proof.

Old 68 bridge across Licking River.

Somewhere in Nicholas Co., which kicked my ass. Lack of pictures prove that I got tired along this stretch.

Downtown Middlesburg. I ate Combos and drank some water and planned my escape.

Gusanitos muertos. Muchos.

Pictures sort of disappear at this point, along with my form. I encountered many hills and the continuous headwind. It challenged me.

This is at "The Rock Grille", which I'm pretty sure is a Christian grill and ice cream place. The food was damn good, Praise Jesus!! I wanted to bail here, but it was only 15miles to a Lexington pick-up point, so I put my head down an rode, with the leftovers of the chocoPB shake in tow. I didn't finish it, but it was the best part of the day.

I beat the wife/son to our friend's house and semi-passed out on their porch, 72 miles under the belt, all in a driving headwind. It was the longest day since last summer and maybe the hardest day in a couple years. I'm *really* glad I did it. #cycling

Wednesday, April 08, 2015


I've got the post-winter/tennis/work/need-adventure blues. I need to get OUT, but the rain this week and last is making that difficult. We finished last week with a flash flood and 7" of rain on Friday, and Monday and Tuesday of this Spring Break week is more of the same on a smaller scale. Blah.


Google Auto-awesome having fun with flooded portion of fav birding spot Caperton Swamp.

The Cox Park path was very, very problematic. What I took as some occasional dry spots was a solid 1" and deeper of mud, which clogged up everything on the bike.

Eva Bandman Cyclocross Course also a problem.

Butchertown Greenway an even bigger problem.

I drowned my sorrows in a cup o' joe and an egg biscuit, which is my new fav breakfast item in town. Yum!


I got out Easter morning to take a look at the damage of Friday's mess. This picnic table in Beargrass Creek seems to be incorrectly placed.

Another found item, a recycling bin along Beargrass Trail. The address indicated that the bin cam travelled around 2.5 miles through Cherokee Park flooding to be deposited along the Trail.

I whiled away some time at Please & Thank You with coffee and my first egg biscuit.


Patrick and I got out for an hour Saturday morning under sunny skies but in brisk conditions. Can't have it all. First time for him crossing the ped bridge.

There was a sportsball game Saturday in Indianapolis. My/Our team lost. It still hurts. I'm trying to reassess my relationship to sportsball, as in reality it has no bearing on life, but again it does. The heart remains heavy.


Friday provided us two loop-de-loops to contend with, the rain and the fire, in this case from a building fire at the enormous GE complex in the center of the county. This is what it looked like from outside the coffee shop, and understand that the fire was about 5 miles away, and this plume is about 3 miles south. Sinister stuff.

The rain was the other caustic agent in play. First they called for a school delay, and amid preparations, they cancelled school because so many roads were impassable and flooded. By late afternoon it had stopped raining so I went out and took a look.

While passing through Seneca Gardens I spied a noisy hawk gliding to and fro. Later I listened to some calls and my guess is a Red-shouldered Hawk, which are pretty common. The screech was quite distinctive.

Cherokee Park. You can see the "No Net Trail" just below the road. Below that is supposed to be a field and a road. Not Friday. If you look carefully far left behind the diagonal branch you can find a surprise.

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Another surprise, a little easier to spy. Tough luck.

Intersection befouled. The valley road is one of the busiest in the city for cycling and running. Alas.

I guess you can see why they cancelled school is other county roads were in a comparable shape. No safe, and not much fun for cycling.

Tuesday, March 31, 2015


2015- 579 (Blueridge 181)
2014- 340 (Mukluk 181)
2013- 861 (Sogn 223)
2012- 631 (196 Blueridge)
2011- 912 (Crosscheck 194)

It's felt like I haven't been on my bike in months, like maybe I might have sort of ridden a bike a while ago, maybe. And that's what I like about mycyclinglog, when it works; I can crunch actual numbers. That 2011 jumps out, almost 1k worth of riding in the winter months and into tennis season. I make excuses that the boys' schedules impact my riding, but Z was a freshman that winter and would have had lots of club soccer activities in the early spring, in addition to my usual tennis. I took a peek at 2011 to find lots of RCCS activity, during which DavidC and I were organizing gravel events on the weekends and in between doing 40-milers like nothing. Now there is the combo of other activities and excuses.

It's just that, excuses.

Monday, March 16, 2015

Sunny West Loop, aka, la inundacion, aka un refresco muy bonito!!

Day started with some garage flooding cleaning, in addition to some post-snow rocksaltallovertheplace cleaning. IH came by. He's going to borrow the FrakenTrekSS for a couple weeks to see how he likes road bikes. He's looking for an all-rounder and his mtbike got stolen several years ago. Imagine being without a bike for several years. Shoot me.

Took a spin on the Jones.

His new puppy, Neha, decided to attack my pants. Cutie.

I met Mr.Crowell for a spin in the sunshine (60F+!!) and we both did the single-speed thing. The QB was excellent all-round as we headed west where it's rather flat. Eventually we circled back around and finished the afternoon at Great Flood, ruminating on bikes, plans, bikes, and plans.  I had begun the day in a black mood- work has me pretty bent out of shape at the moment- but after an afternoon of bike organization, riding, beer, and more bike commerce, the day ended very well. 

Seneca golf course. That would be a tough up-and-down.

You can seen the ditch full of water to the right of the train. I suspect the river was at or above track level at some point. It's supposed to rise even higher later this week.

To the left is a fork of the Riverwalk. That would be a tough ride and the moment. From here you're practically even with the barge. Wacky.

The day finished with some bike biz, in this case the sale of my 1989 C'dale 'Criterium' to a young hipster couple, I think for the girlfriend. I stopped riding this bike in the mid-90's when I bought the RB-1. I find this bike to be a misery after about 2hrs and wanted something for longer distances. It went to my uncle more recently for a bit, but he found it uncomfy too. While we all live a little too much by the N+1 principle, I'm ready to pare down a bit. With this sale and the potential sale of the SSFrankenTrek, that'll be 2 out  and close to a more manageable stable.

Danville Roll

Family had some business in Danville, KY on Saturday, so after some hemming, hawing, and whining about potential rain I dragged the Blueridge along for a mid-day central KY roll. While I faced damp conditions, I never really got rained on, which was nice. More nice, though, was the chance to tour the Bluegrass region of KY. I know there are areas considered more "epic" or "raw", but C.KY has that "bucolic America" quality that is easy on the eyes. We finished the day up at Bluegrass Pizza Pub in the middle of town. They have yummy crispy pizza and a fine tap selection. The wife and I visited a summer or two ago on a mini-trip, and it's a must visit while in the area.

And now, the drop:
Rolling hills and "bluegrass" fences to the west of town (into a stiff headwind). I was surprised at the horsefarm-like nature of the area this far south of Lexington.
The mouth of the eath. I noticed a rivulet rushing to the right and once there I found the stream to be coming straight out the earth. It's KY. It's limestone. It's caves.

More horsefarmish style.

When I win the lottery I'm going to make them an offer they can't refuse. You have the rolling pastures, some trees for texture, and in the distance the foothills and knobs of the early Appalachians. The long, rolling (that word again), gravel driveway did it for me, into the distance.

The Wife and I, both graduates, both learned a bit about our alma mater today. The sign states that Transylvania U. was founded just north of Danville in this spot and then, I guess, moved to Lexington, where it now stands. Nice spot, too.

Somewhat common railroad crossing in the area. The tracks are carved down into the..rolling...hills, leaving the road to cross above at grade.

Monday, March 09, 2015

RawlandMind @ NAHBS2015

This is Nate from Michigan. As you can see, he was sporting a nicely-patina'ed Rawland bike hat, and at some point during an after-show party I found him to have a chat and a pic. In fact, upon leaving the show earlier that day I noticed a nice Rawland Stag in the bike parking area and had a little look at its balanced build.

(Pic is a little fuzzy, but build is nice. We didn't talk about how he liked the Soma Cazaaderos, or are those the 650b Rock-n-Roads)

(tired-looking old man)

Nate is from Michigan and regaled me of the miles and miles of gravel up there. Along with some singletrack talk I had with the boys from Quiring Cycles, I feel like I'm going to have to design a MI bike visit.
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