Speaking of email, I'm advocating a yearly purge here at work. We email everyone, on full send to: transparency asking to "reply with your t-shirt size for a free t-shirt."
Here's the caveat, anyone who uses reply-all? Fired on the spot.
Have you ever bombed through a corner in a crit and just been positive that you over-cooked it, but didn't? This happened last night. I had reserved myself to low-siding if it didn't stick, but took the risk because I needed to keep my teammate in the top 10 for the last lap, and there was no other way to move up the last couple spots without taking wind.
I'm not the cornering genius that several of you are, but I just kept my head about me and fed it countersteer input in a smooth fashion. If I crashed, it was going to be a calm one. I also decided against topping off my tires last night, and was probably racing at about 100psi rear and 90psi front, and I feel that was a good thing.
I've been racing this course every few weeks for, what, nine years now??? I've never hit this corner that hard, and I've skated a bit going slower. I was so sure that I would lose the front this time.
It's this western-most lefthand bend here (we raced counter-clockwise last night).
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@waterrockets, my cornering is terrible and I either think I've overcooked a turn or too low to pedal. My crits are basically losing 5 spots in a corner, gain 5 spots in the straightaway, repeat. Not the most efficient way to race (but I'm working on it).
WR, I have definitely dove and prayed. Many times. Sometimes that's what ya gotta do. A small stone or patch of sand away from carnage.
It's Friday, you know what that means?!
Nachos at the cafe!!
**** a diet, that's what I say.
Sad News. Cycle Fitness, long time former organizer of the Summer weekday Bethel series is closing it's doors. I hope Rick has something else good lined up.
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Bikes: Old steel race bikes, old Cannondale race bikes, less old Cannondale race bike, crappy old mtn bike
But when I have tested the limits, well, the most exciting corner like that I've ever taken wasn't in a crit at all. It was my first year in college, well before I started racing. I was borrowing my roommate's bike, which was just a Specialized Crossroads hybrid, and I went to take a downhill right-hander at some of the roads going by the Central area dorms at UMass, realized immediately that I'd way overcooked it and didn't have room to complete the turn on the road itself. So I had no real choice to ride it out, rolling up onto the sidewalk (thank goodness for rounded curbs!) at full lean and then try to hang on long enough to slow to a stop. The impact with the curb knocked my feet off the pedals, but I managed to stay on the bike and brake to a stop.
I was lucky I didn't fall off that time, but it's a nice reminder of what a bike is actually capable of if you keep your **** together and don't panic. You can ride over a lot of things and still recover if you don't **** out. Like a frickin sidewalk curb.
If you can learn the right timing, you can roll through the turn smoothly, with less of the accordian effect.
You could fall off a cliff and die.
You could get lost and die.
You could hit a tree and die.
OR YOU COULD STAY HOME AND FALL OFF THE COUCH AND DIE.
So, my father in law is coaching his grandson's (my nephew) Little League Team (7-8 yrs). A few weeks ago, the grandson threw a temper tantrum, so as a lesson my Father in Law kicked him off the team for a week. Last week, the league double booked the baseball field, and when my Father in Law found out his team could not play, he screamed at the Little League Coordinator and called him an 'Incompetent POS'. I found out today that as a lesson the League President kicked my Father in Law out of the League for the rest of year. #waytosettheexample #parenting101
little boys get little boy time out. big boys get big boys time out. such is the progression we call life.
dammit I can't find my checkbook. it's somewhere in this apartment...
turns out that damn thing somehow got glued onto the bottom of my lunch plate. no wonder I couldn't find it anywhere, it was in the ****ing frig this whole damn time. and the guy I'm buying from is gone the rest of the month. NEINEINEINEINEINEINEIN