Ride the blue bunny, yeah
So there’s a good bit of conversing going on about the state of endurance racing on MTBR and elsewhere. Seems to be some disagreement over how hard races should be as far as distance, and time cut-offs, and whatnot. I’m not entirely sure what the hub-bub is. There seems to be plenty of events out there to fit everyone’s needs. If I am in an event and I am not wishing for a quick death at some point it isn’t hard enough for my tastes. Someday I hope I’ll get around to doing one of the grassroots events where you are hanging your nuts in the wind and navigating your way across the desert, but for right now I’ll leave the navigation type races to someone else. At this point in my life I don’t want to be pulling out a cue sheet or a map every ten minutes (I would regardless of whether I need to or not). I want to look for arrows and go.
I finally got some new pedals for my work bike. The last few weeks I have found myself trying to slow down my fixed gear and “POP” I come out of my left pedal and start looking at other options that don’t include slowing down. I knew that my pedals were just plain worn out as they were Shimano 747’s from back in the day when they first came out. I was kinda hoping they would fix themselves if I ignored them (like all my other problems in life). If you have never ridden a fixie and popped out of a pedal while trying to “slow your roll” I have this analogy. Imagine driving your car down the road and someone pulls out in front of you. The second you go to apply the brakes, you are thrown into the backseat while still holding onto the steering wheel. Oh yeah, the backseat has transformed into a mechanical bull since the last time you checked so now you are hopelessly flopping around, not really slowing down, and trying to pray at the same time. Just like that.
New pedals = happiness.
Hello Richard. Seems like your not putting much effort into blogging these days. I’m gonna need you to step it up a little. Oh, and by the way, I’m contemplating using your comment section as my own personal blog. I am in need of a new medium to converse with my peoples. Curch patronization has declined the past few decades due to boredom. The decline has also left me short on dividends. I just can’t seem to come up with the tree fitty a year , or watever it costs, to run my own blog. What,with all the wars and genocide I gots to bankroll. Plus my baby mama hittin me up for child support.
Anyway, I’m sure you won’t mind after all i’ve done for you.
Your homie, Jesus H. Christ
Not sure what the hub-bub is. I didn’t read the stuff but I’ll say this: I know my strengths and weaknesses. I know that I’m not a great self supported type dude, so I don’t do things like the Great Divide race or Trans-Rockies or what not, and I don’t expect them to shorten races to suit me. I just don’t do ‘em.
I agree, there a a lot of sweet races out there. I hope more keep coming. Bitchin and moaning about races is a sure way that no promoter feels like dealing with it.
jm
Aren’t we suppose to strive for the unreachable? Otherwise why bother. Smells of the “every kid’s a winner so no score kept” cr@p that has raised the latest generation of unaccountability laden couch potatoes. “It’s not my fault I failed, it’s yours”
Time limit has never been my driving force to do a long race, ever. I can’t fathom Leadville being any more attractive with a 13 hour limit. That extra hour doesn’t make it any shorter. “You want me to ride a hundred and four miles at altitude?!! Huh, what’s that, oh I get 13 hours, well why didn’t you say so, I’m in and so is Earl”
Just don’t see it.
J5Marsupial,
No kidding. On top of the 100 miles at altitude, you get a walloping ZERO feet of singletrack to numb the pain. Brutal for sure.