“My first problem was that I abandoned myself and so I had to draw a stopping point. From that point I had to restart my life because I believe that as a successful man with a family and two children I needed to have the capacity to find the right way. There is nothing that I have done that is irreparable. So I said to myself, ‘starting tomorrow I’m changing.”—basso
it was a pretty messy ride. the weather, the way we rode, and the tempers (including yours truly) that flared… it was just kind of annoying. but then again… i feel funny about complaining as long as we get to ride and no one gets hurt.
rob took off on the picket fence and we never brought him back. it was impressive. and will took the final sprint from mr. green jersey.
thanks to bunch of guys who took pulls and tried really hard to organize a chase. the fact that we couldn’t paceline for more than 10 seconds is no reflection on your honest efforts today.
and a special cool-guy award for pedro who stayed back to help out the teach when he flatted at the reservoir.
we had a rather small turn out at the start but the pack balloon to a respectable size by the time we reached north white plains. after fighting off another invitation to go long from teach and will, i joined the back of the regular ride at the split. i couldn’t stay at the back for long though seeing as how the troublemakers were making their way up to the front.
ryan was first to turn the screw on 22. i told myself it was too early to jump on. then rob got across to him. while i was debating if i should tag on now, jesse made that decision for me by jumping on rob’s wheel. no more debating. it was time to go.
we rolled off with 2-3 other riders. the gap wasn’t really growing but the pack behind was yo-yo’ing and didn’t fully nail us down until we reached bedford road. by the picket fence, the pack was now fully split. we had about a dozen guys rolling away from the pack.
the ride was very enjoyable. a group of 4-5 guys rotated to the front to keep the paceline moving. the tempo was good enough to keep us warm and no the riders were diligently closing down any gaps that opened up.
rob surprised us by jumping for the first sprint.
sox: hey, i’ve never seen you sprint before.
rob: just trying to keep my heart rate up.
we had to stop for few lights along the way and the pace wound down a bit. for the rest of the ride, we just rode tempo. rob and i strung out the field in the last few k’s and cheered wayne on as he took the sprint.
i am not sure what the split was but most people decided to go long today. up through the ‘steps’ and the 172 climb, it was nothing but good times. the pack was full on long/slow winter miles mode and jordan & co. did a fantastic pace-setting job to keep the group together. i was told the pace in the second half of the ride was actually faster than it’s been for the last few weeks but i was just glad to be tucked away in the middle of the pack instead of taking the shortcut or getting my ass dropped on 22.
with his pulling assignments now behind him, jordan started to animate the ride. after going for the 1st sprint at full-bore he still had the legs to attack us up the hill right afterwards. few of us worked together to make sure we keep him at a distance we knew we could close. when we were all back together again, he attacked us again over the poggio, this time with the toga dude.
i was spent by this point and with no hopes for leading out brian or will i tried to burn through my reserve and see if i could bring them back. the answer? not even remotely close. if anything, the duo gained more grounds on the pack. totally dejected i swung off and watched abdul taking charge of the chase. i think they were brought back near the top of the first hump. i am not sure who won the sprint today.
ps: although i didn’t recognize him the whole ride, usi’s own barry miller was in attendance on the long ride. it’s funny. no matter how many years pass by, he will still be remembered as that quiet and mild-mannered kid who came out on the ride with his dad. and it makes me wonder… how am i remembered by others?
how to blackmail jesse to score a new pinarello 101
jesse:I wanted to ask you, I never did. I posted your bike on my site. I hope you do not mind. I want to profile local rider's bikes and I have a picture of your 585. Anyway if you dont want it up I will take it down.
sox:you will hear from my lawyer soon - unless of course you decide to bribe me first. i accept all forms of bribery but have a particular taste for anything that starts with "pinarello" and ends with "prince".
otto:Sox, Where were you this morning? We had good weather and a nice ride. Would you believe Mike Stier was there? First time in four months and you missed it. If you're still off we will be riding from L&T on Thursday. Merry Christmas.
sox:my heater decided to wait until christmas eve 11pm to die on me. i think i made about 50,000 calls in the last 24 hours. finally i have a guy here now fixing the motor - a temporary measure till this saturday when he will install a new heater and i will cut a check for $5,800. i must've been a really naughty boy this year. how was the ride? did you neutralize the sprints in honor of my memory? ps - stier who? that boy's strayed away from us. i blame it on the wine and the crazy devil music he plays.
“i saw will doing a no-hand track stand on his road bike today. not easy but not nearly as impressive as these boys from jersey i saw long time ago. they were changing their shorts on their rollers.”—otto
it happened again this morning. i forgot which foot i clip in first. has it been that long? 2 weeks? 3 weeks? if i go any longer than that i think i may not even able to remember my name. hang on…
we had a healthy turn out for this time of the year with snow still on the ground. about 40 of us headed up the central park ave. wondering if the flakes coming down will pick up steam or hide behind clouds. even with the wind, it was obvious this was not a cold day. the way i can always tell is how easy/difficult it is to have a conversation on the bike without slurring your speech from the cold. for instance, this morning goody asked “seriously now, who’s the handsomest, most powerful rider you’ve ever seen on the gimbel’s ride?” without hesitation, i answered “that would be you, mac daddy”.
the regular ride had about 20 riders. the pace was simply awesome today. fast enough to feel like we’re still getting a workout while being slow enough to keep the group together. even eugene behaved himself today.
robert and his brother in law from out of town did most of the pace-making work. the rest of us were exemplary in calling out the cars, freshly dug potholes and ice on the corners. it was downright pleasant - exactly what i was looking for after weeks of inactivity.
pretty much the only move of the day came from robert over the poggio. he had a good looking 50 yard gap on us but got betrayed by the last traffic light. when we all came back together, all i could manage was to just sit in and finish with the pack.
eugene won the first sprint and brian took home the final sprint award.