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.