Friday, September 20, 2013


It's that time of the year when things are busy, meaning any time of the year that isn't high summer. The boys are back in school with the requisite soccer, band, work (yeah!!! the elder has a JOB!), my own stuff, yada yada.

I've actually had a couple decent rides of late, doing 50 last Saturday with (An)Drew and Matt in preparation for tomorrow's BiketoBeatCancer. I'm honored and thankful for the folks who were able to support me and honored and thankful to be able to support Drew in his post-cancer life. We did a spirited ride in the general area of the BtBC course and everyone felt tired-but-good at the end. I forget how punchy that area of Jeff, Oldham, Shelby is.  The previous weekend Dave and I did an equally spirited (near) metric out to Charlestown and back. That was a *fine* ride.

This previous Sunday Dave and I rode out to the Parklands to take a look at the new section that opened just a few weeks ago. Regardless of some of my previous complaints (mostly dealing with lack of connectivity), we enjoyed the varied terrains that the new section offered. Two of the four sections are in, with the third being the mtbike area. The pics below mostly feature the newer portions.  It was a good day. Thanks Dave

We decided to explore what will be part of the Louisville Loop past the fenced area. This section already has a gravel base, ready for paving.

The more scenic, rustic portion of the eventually Loop.

I like grassy fields, in this case one over Dave's head.

A cool gravelly offshoot that later fed to crushed gravel portions, a nice area.

Up the hill

Park of "Coppiced Wood" path, about a 2mile run up and down a hill. Fun, to be quite honest.

Exiting trail, Dave being sporty.

Kayakers along Floyds Fork Creek, which The Parklands follows. I hate the subdivision name, The Parklands at Floyds Fork.

Fun little section which cuts directly across a soybean field.

Wednesday, September 04, 2013

Bike to Beat Cancer

I've never participated nor posted one of these "DONATE" posts before, but this is the first time for me doing Bike to Beat Cancer. Many readers here are cyclist types (not all), and two recent cancer issues have brought the issue to the fore. The first is a 30 year-old former student and friend who had femur cancer and more recently had polyps removed from his lungs. The second is the little brother of one of my tennis players who is battling the second case of leukemia. These are both close to home, so I decided to use my bike hobby and give back a bit.

We'll be doing the 65 on September 21, with one of our team being one of the cancer survivors. I'm asking for any kind of donation you feel comfortable with, $5 or $500. The funds are earmarked for the children's treatment center here in Louisville.

Our team name is 'Om Nashi Me' and you can find the team site here:

You can also find me via my own name: Tim Smith

If you find this intrusive, I'm sorry, but I love bikes and given these two instances close to home, I'm happy to support this cause.

Thanks and peace,

Tim Smith

Monday, September 02, 2013

Mas Mileage w/ Tri-men

Drew H and I had been discussing a Monday ride on the holiday, and he mentioned some potential joiners. When I got to Big Rock, I saw three hearty, fit-looking cyclists, a couple in full Tri regalia. Hmm, not exactly my usual crew of bags, sacks, sandals and coffee stops. I was a little daunted at the decision to wear my Keens, but, Oh Well. We did what amounted to a Cherokee-Riverwalk ride with some extra dumb mileage in Seneca. It so happened that our route corresponded with the Mayors Hike-n-Bike, so on our return we rolled in to the raving horde for a few before the group ran left wrong way on Northwestern Pkwy while we took the traditional Bank St. Those big group rides make me nervous. Drew and I finished up with some miles in Seneca and St. Matthews to get us to 40. We had lost two of his tri friends in the melee, so we found them at the finish. His third friend, Dave, who just finished Ironman, tailed off in Cherokee to take a call, but he more or less rode with Drew the entire day, with me jumping a bit between groups to keep the route together.

It was certainly a different experience, rolling at pace in larger gears, than my usual strolling. Drew is coming along nicely in his training for our Cancer ride in a few weeks. More on that shortly.

Sunday, September 01, 2013

Family Camp 2013

As I did in 2010 and 2011, I undertook the Lou.-Yosemite Family Camp Hundy, and as ever I struggled mightily to achieve my goal without perishing on the beautiful KY backroads. I re-read the two previous entries and I just don't have as much to say- less bloviation- about the experience. It was my third time, and my fourth solo century, and aside the pain, suffering, blown legs, sore arms. overheated noggin and general misery it was as great as ever, probably more so.

I started the morning ominously, realizing that I had forgotten my pump not terribly far from home, and then had the internal debate of whether to turn back and fetch, bag the entire thing, or just marshal onward. I then remembered the Target along Taylorsville Rd. in J'town and that became my first stop, where I wheeled the entire bike in, found a suitable (and cheap, $8!) pump and headed out.  I chose to take a very steady tempo towards Taylorsville so as to not fry later in the day.  I even walked a bit. And that was just fine.

I stopped at The Teacup in Taylorsville and can't say enough kind things about this place. The cinnamon bun hit the spot. The chocolate muffin hit the spot some miles down the roads. And they *offered* to ice and fill my bottles. Good people, and I'll be returning.

As I reached the top of the Salt River valley I started to open the legs up just a bit. Fact is, even back in Jefferson Co. I realized I didn't "have the legs", but I did have plenty of time, a general knowledge of the route, and a bit of determination. Why not? Just do it. The turn onto 458 begana day of just plain old delightful central KY riding, even with heat well into the 90s. I can't do any better than that. Everyone out there deserves to ride these roads. Yes, the climb early on brought some more walking (to save the legs), but the sunshine and green fields brought distraction and a nice sense of roll.

The intersection of 458 and 1066 suggested a nice soft spot in the shade along the roads. The grass looked so nice. I ate the chocolate muffin and adjusted the Brooks which was bothering me a bit. It worked. No more saddle issues the next 65 miles. I passed directly through Chaplin with plenty of water and hit my favorite stretch along 1754 towards Willisburg. Yes, I walked a bit more up the climb out of the Chaplin River valley, but the ridge running in to Willisburg made that section palatable.

I took a quick nap in Willisburg under my traditional church pavilion and ate some snacks, but no cheeseburger this time. The heat- mid-90s- was cranking down and I refilled my water yet again. The roads turns to 433 east of Willisburg into Mackville, with more creek runs and shade to make things pleasant as I passed my Metric Hundy. Good stuff still at this point, remembering the point along this stretch where in 2011 the heat had me resting under the shade of a tree along the road.

I had been dreading the 10 miles prior to Perryville as I dove onto Deep Creek Rd. This stretch is notorious for short, steep hills, and today as usual, the baking sun. I rode what I could ride, and walked what I needed and had a better time that previous on this stretch. I even added a couple miles with a wrong turn, but the hilly terrain of Washington and Boyle Counties only made for a more interesting ride.

Perryville Battlefied
I was pleased to be in Perryville and not shelled within an inch of my life like in 2011. I grabbed more water and some snacks and hit the stretch into Junction City feeling positive.

It was here that the pictures stopped.

I was along Mitchellsburg Rd. that my brain farted pronouncedly. Instead of following my route I turned left onto Harberson Ln, which during my routing I had avoided. Instead of a relatively easy run as I did in 2011, I basically added more sharp steepies with a steeper climb up to 34. By the time I found Connie's Restaurant in Parksville I was shelled. I rested in the shade and felt *terrible*. I had mentioned to the wife in Willisburg of a potential pick-up due to the heat. Sitting on that shaded wall I didn't know if I would make it to Junction City for the possible pick-up.

I rode on, doing my fastest lap of the day on the downhill run into JC. Damn! By that point I was 85 miles in. You know how that is. It was closing time. Just pedal and get 'er done. I grabbed another bottle of water and hit the road south for the last leg.  Speaking of legs, mine were burnt.

Dead at this point

Also dead, this former gas station
The trip along 2141, what I presume to be old 127, was slow. My arms hurt from holding myself up all day and I was just done. The pic below of the Hustonville ice cream shack. I've always envisioned stopping here for a treat. The three times I've passed by I've been too fried to stop.  I rolled down into Hustonville and walked up the Mt. Salem climb, imagining the end.

I don't have many pictures along here due to my condition, but the ride run on Mt. Salem is pretty much my favorite cycling road. I just love it, every time. You can see the knobs, hills and dales of Lincoln Co. and I imagine that's how Tolkien saw his Shire. I mean, just look at the pics below! The run from the ride down to Middleburg and Yosemite is mostly a downhill one, and I rode some more in the drops because my arms were so tired in the usual positions.

The sun was setting on me as I finished my 105.5 miles. I think that's probably near a record, but it doesn't matter. I'm pretty sure I took in close to 400oz plus of water on the day. Absurd. I was totally shelled at the end and felt like crap the rest of the evening, but the next day I felt good and as I sit here, I'm excited to do a 40-miler with some friends tomorrow. If anybody ever wants to take part of the best cycling roads anywhere, please let me know and I'll organize a C.KY ramble. So righteous.

Storms clouds after a t'storm Saturday evening. No enhancement or doctoring. That's some spiritual for you. God's power. 

FS Bridgestone RB-1-DONATED

*Donated to a young bike-hungry friend. Good luck!* And to acquaint yourself with the Cult of the RB-1: