Saturday

With Ouachita coming up next weekend, I wanted to spend as much time and energy on single track as possible today so I paid a little visit to Branched Oak. Excited to hear how the Lincoln crew did down at Landahl. We've had a lot of guys putting in some strong work already this year.

Great way to kick start a ride.




Lakefront view for the cost of a little work.

The Triple got a bit higher in the middle.

Oh To Be A Pretty Prancer...

12 Hours of Sexy Night

Dirty Revolutions

First Single Track of 08

Handbuilt, eh?

On the Crest

Still sitting in the afterglow of a though 3 plus hours with Sam today. Headwinds to hills and back again. Yesterday's word of the day: Dogleg. Today's: Ouch. I'm also heading into a week without the crew as Mrs. Snob and gang headed back to Indy for spring break. The plan is to pile on some miles this week. The good stuff waits just around the corner.

Sam decided to make me pay for my two flats yesterday with a little pain.

Even with an expression that says, "WTF?" Sam wears the colors well.

Humpty Dumpty was a Big Fat Egg...

He was playing the wall, then he broke his leg.



Happy Easter.

Okay. You Got?

Two black shirts
Two pair black pants
One pair of black boots
One black jacket

$300 personal burial money

All right..........

Welcome to Project Mayhem.....

This Will Be So Precious...

Nate, Sam and I will see you at the H8TR100.

Seven's Snappy Cap

Fabric chosen by Seven. Magic woven by Mrs. Snob.

Bonk Recovery Position

Closing out the weekend's mileage didn't prove as easy a time as I would have thought. I went from 'tired but fine' while spending some time with Mr. Avey to the classic head down and slowly rolling the cranks around solo. As I think is common, my mind wandered over to thoughts of food and anything warm started sounding good. Cheeseburgers, fries, coffee and scones, dominated above all else. For a while, only the thought of that chilled to the bone restart to ride home kept me from stopping. I played a little mental tic-tac-toe like this for an hour before arriving back at the ranch. No cheeseburgers, fries or scones, but I did fire up the espresso machine. With Ouchita just around the corner, I'm ready to recover and do it again next weekend.

Assume the position

Experimental mid-ride post

I've Never Been to Madison...

Event from the Factory.

Design from Jesse Lalonde.

Let's Do Lunch

Sunny and 60 saw the return of a ride I like to call the "Nooner." I've been heading to the Y over lunch all winter, but it's time to diversify. Five minutes to gravel and a nice little loop for some extra mileage and decompression session before heading back to the office.
Skipped out on going to see Rollins tonight at the Rococo, now I kinda wish I had gone.

Arbor Lake, which never seems to have any water in it.

Another long view of Lincoln.

So Snob's Kinda Social. Demented and Sad, But Social.

Alright men, fan out.

Road to nowhere.

To quote Sam, "It's the Volvo of the Apocolypse."

Closing out the day.

Did You Ride Today? Nice! Me Too...

This guy wasn't very keen on my riding by.


The Class of 1980 Still RULES!!

If you look closely, you'll see downtown Lincoln in the distance.

Happy Friday from Chopper Reid

JoyKiller

Nothing like a 20-30mph wind to nearly blow you off your steed. I generally love the commute in but it was a bit old by the time I hit the office. TI training? Just happy to stay upright today.

The Mount Rushmore of Cycling

The retirement of Brett Favre today prompted a few of those typical greatest of all-time conversations, but one conversation had a unique twist that made me want to apply it to cycling. In essence, it's a top four list. The Mount Rushmore of Cycling, who would be on it?

March

It's hard not to get to excited when the weather turns and you find yourself rolling for hours in nearly 60 sunny degrees. It's also hard not to think TI and DK staring at gravel the whole time as well. Another nice day on the bike.

So much gravel, so little time.

Hey Look. Cows.

I also rolled another new Mrs. Snob creation I like to call, "The Executive." Black and brown houndstooth meets dark grey.

Perfect for the board room.

Happier in the saddle.

Sew What.

Mrs. Snob can rock the sewing machine. I give to you Exhibit A in her upstart cycling hat collection. If you could design these on Project Runaway, she'd be in. And you know Heidi Klum would wear it oh so well.

One of Those Days...

Minor Threat - Seeing Red.

News from the Front

The number of really bad play on words options available for War Axe abuse is ridiculous. (And, potentially a lot of fun.)

"A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to Die." - Franz Kafka

With Saturday's ride being cut short by yet another broken spoke nipple, I went into today really wanting to get on the nod with a long ride. After an late (even for me) start and playful scrapping with Jeff's pup for my gloves, the Avey-a-tor and I kicked it south on gravel for a couple of hours. We bumped into MG along the way and stopped for a chat, then carried on with no destination and time on our hands. Psychology and books seemed to be the topic of the day as Jeff put up with me blathering on about Kafka, The Contortionist's Handbook and, as you might guess, House of Leaves. Sometimes people ask me why I like long rides without a modern day walkman. The answer is simply that my head already has too much debris in it and I don't mean that in a good way. Long live pseudo-intellectualism by bike.

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I was tempted to close up shop after dropping Jeff at his house and making the mistake sitting down in his garage. However, the knowledge that spring is preparing to be sprung lifted me up and back on the Niner gone fixied for another couple of hours. I've not pushed that big a gear for that long before and now I am sitting in that pleasant post ride fatigue, listening to the crew practice their instruments and mulling over what read comes next. Not a bad Sunday.

Want your glove back? Come and get it!!


Dr. Avey D's up for recovery.

Assorted Snobbery: House of Leaves

Mrs. Snob knows me well and for Christmas she gifted me a book that proved to be more than just a little bit up my alley, House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski. Mix portions of Kafka, Nikolai Gogol and your least favorite reference book and you only begin to scratch the surface of this book. Insert a stripper named 'Thumper,' who has ink directing you to the "happiest place on earth" and you start to get a little closer. Then there was this...

"All of which he carefully loaded into a two wheel trailer which he secured to an aluminum-frame mountain bike...

...After two hours he has only managed to go

seven miles. He stops for a sip of water, puts up a neon

marker, and then after checking his watch begins ped-

aling again. Little does he understand the significance

of his offhand remark: "It seems to be getting easier."

Soon, however, he realizes there is a definate

decrease in resistance. After an hour, he no longer

needs to pedal: "This hallway seems to be on a

decline. In fact, now all I do is break." When

he finally stops for the night, the odometer

reads an incredible 163 miles."

Am I Reading This Right?

If TI V.4 is like V.1, we will have had a good training day.

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Strange day on the bike. Worked down in the drops most of the day and was constantly fighting to keep things upright against the wind. Even when it was at my back it was gusting enough to make you pay attention. I crossed paths with Kevin Burke as I was heading North and he put it well. "I feel your pain, man." If you went out on the bike around Lincoln today, I am sure you joined us in that as well.

World's Worst Photog

Apparently, I shouldn't quite my day job to become a camera man. Had a few opportunities on the ride today to snap some nice wildlife shots and missed them all; nine deer running a fence line, large red tail hawk, nice shot of the capital from a long way out. Tried some, missed others, sad.

Great ride though. Movie topic spawned by local radio. What's the best sports related movie of all time?

Hey Look! Gravel.




Nearly done for the day.

Desktop Drinking Problems

Mr. Smith, thank you for meeting with me today.

Drool

I always liked reading about and seeing photos from the NAHBS. Now, the focus and interest is just that much higher.

17.708333...

That's the magic number.

Last fall, Johnny brought up the idea of doing RAAM on a single speed. With Lincoln already sporting a RAAM vet in Bill Moser, I pinged Rock D on the idea and he fired back some info and appreciated thoughts on next steps.

Research on how to qualify, quickly lead to a 24hr event in Iowa that would fulfill that requirement. 425 miles in 24 hours. 17.708333... mph.

A Letter from My Right and Left Hand

Snob,

Right hand here. For some time now, Lefty and I have been... well... wondering about something and haven't been quite sure of how to broach the subject. We feel we need to ask, "What the fuck is your problem?"

It's ten degrees out, before the windchill, genius. We know you're aware of this little fact because you check the weather each morning. Lefty holds the coffee mug and I work the mouse. The browser comes up, I scroll down... and there's the forecast. We could do it in your sleep.

Liner, Lobsterclaw, Clawcover. It all sounds good, but it needs to actually work. You know the phrase, "I feel your pain?" Well, we know you do because we're your fucking hands. You're shoulders like the arm swinging, but by the time that gets to us it's like climbing into tepid bath water. Really... who cares?

And since when did we get religated to a status below your feet? Lake boots my ass. When your big toe becomes opposable, then let's talk.

While Lefty's a little overly emotional right now, let me come at this with a bit more logic. Please, figure it out. Problem solving and critical thinking can go a long way. You've got resources. In fact, when your friends passed by you today, many of them raised a hand. Perhaps, they were saying, "Dude, Upgrade." You should be able to answer the phone when your friend calls you near the end of the ride. We can all be happy. Really.

But here's the thing, and there's really no getting around this, at the end of the ride, when your bladder was full and you were spending more energy warming your own piss than us, that hurt man, that fucking hurt.

Help us out, Snob. Help us out.

Staying in the Rough

Not so old, but faithful.


That delicious coal aftertaste.



Rolling, rolling, rolling...

Oh So Close

Photo by Showen

Ice Capades Tryout

Hubris Rising

Rode the nine miles to work without issue. In fact, the light snow made it pretty enjoyable. The way home was anything but... I went down three times in about 300 yards and walked back to the office to get a ride from my buddy, Mike. Mrs. Snob was waiting with camera as I got home to call me out for not riding back but didn't actually snap the photo. Point taken regardless.

DHL shows the snow's also delayed much anticipated materials on the War Axe front. Thank goodness Sam is patient as I am not.

Sunday Morning Coming Down

Easing into Sundays may be one of my favorited pasttimes. Today, started with the crew, a vanilla latte, nice breakfast and "The Man in Black." After taking care of several War Axe related items, it was time to get some base miles in.

Iconic Indeed

Out of a need to see something new, I took SW 29th South and just kept riding. I've always been found of the "out and back" as it's the best way to someplace new and brain dead way not to get lost along the way. (It also minimized dealing with the wind coming out of the East so what wasn't to like.) Several hours later I arrived at dead dog tired and sat back with a protein drink and watch Con make a dog out of bottles from the recycling bin. Now it's time to hope the Giants make it interesting.

Better than breadcrumbs

The Window

With the crew involved with two different basketball games today, there was one and only one window in which to ride.  Mission accomplished.  Couple that with a quick morning run and things seem to be coming together.

How Far Can Too Far Go?

Colors

Cracked Nipple

No, not the kind you try to protect with vaseline and a band-aid under your XC running top.

Jeff and I set out on a four hour tour on Sunday, only to be interupted an hour in by the snap and clicking sound caused by a broken spoke nipple. The man is some kind of jinx as we're running a 50/50 chance of suffering a more than minor mechanical when we get together for a spin. We wobbled the IF cross bike back to the Casa du Cronin and swapped for the Niner. The fixie gear was a little more than I was hoping to spin on the day but c'est la vie. I wasn't about to cut it short on a 40 odd degree day in January. Now it's time to replace the Ritchey's. Johnny gave me a recommendation a couple of months ago. "That boy is wicked smart."

The motivation just continues to climb and the excitement for the season builds. Because this year seems planned in such a similar way to the last two, I'm hoping to plug something new into the schedule. I've even gone so far as to research how long it takes to drive to Anchorage. Not sure 60 hours of driving is in my future, but some kind of adventure is.

Whittle Down

With eighteen people leaving the D Street Hotel at a bit after 9am today, you would have thought it was spring (and with the warm temps, it had that vibe). Within an hour though, it was also obvious that it's January and everyone's in a different place and frame of mind. Eighteen whittled its way down to three as Sir Wilhelm, Sam and I cruised in and enjoyed various espresso refreshments while Sam and Tony place bets over who weighed more. Confident in my gold medal status, I watched a close battle for silver with vanilla latte in hand. In the end, Sam took the silver by a scant few pounds and the medal was his.

Happy Birthday, Sam.

Kanza Over Coffee

Generally, my morning's are pretty similar during the work week. Rise, triple mocha, go through some work email, see the kids off to school and head to work. Today added the simple pleasure of signing up for the Dirty Kanza. With my name already in the ring for 3 races and roughly 410 miles total, I better keep adding up the saddle time.

Anyone else sign up this morning?

Start to Finish

The Sketch

The Stencil



Black Completed

Black up close

Finished Product

The Friendly Skies

One cancelled flight, reroute to Chicago and a lost bag marked the end of my week in San Fran for Macworld. With 40s and 50s replaced by 13 degrees and a windchill of 2 this morning, the lack of riding prevailed over the colder temps. The hands could have used a little more love, but otherwise it was two-wheeled happiness again.

"Once more into the breach, dear friends."