30 November 2008
nasty old toe... fuck it i can't wright poetry any-more or any less
Schwinn letour ii will be working soon enough
only one shift at the gulag next week
oh, butt i knead to find a job
sling hash somewhere i 'spose
i kept thinking if i just sat down and wrote, a descent post wood be bjorn but no...
26 November 2008
25 November 2008
Randonneuring is long-distance unsupported endurance cycling. This style of riding is non-competitive in nature, and self-sufficiency is paramount. When riders participate in randonneuring events, they are part of a long tradition that goes back to the beginning of the sport of cycling in France and Italy. Friendly camaraderie, not competition, is the hallmark of randonneuring.
the most famous randonnee` is paris-brest-paris which was First run in 1891, although this may be the goal of some randonneurs, i is not the only brevet available to individual wishing to 'compete'/complete longer rides. locally there are a few brevets that run out of the rochester area. look it up, there are rides scheduled for this spring and summer.
here's a couple of links i found on the RUSA site for randonneuring in MN
24 November 2008
21 November 2008
20 November 2008
my info is sketchy; this i know, it is totally European, the riders aren't truly cycling for that long, i have heard that the events last 6 hours each night, 2 riders per team. it's been around forever, i heard there were 6 day races at the old auditorium in Minneapolis. sounds like the atmosphere at the track is similar to keiren racing in japan. when i make a trip to belgium i'll fill you in on the details
here's some reference material
19 November 2008
heavier mittens and water bottles next to the body. i get the feeling that dehydration in 'wintery' weather may be more of a factor, had bad cottonmouth by the end. little wind on a few sections, need to reconsider routes, into the wind going out and tailwind coming back in is the key to staying warm i think. all this will become second nature by december. do i re-post the countdown to event? probably not.
weather: 33 cloudy sse wind 10-15mph
18 November 2008
the day she bought she was out on a ride with friend. some shop out on hiawatha ave(i don't advertise for free), it starts with a C. nicely restored, all the parts work. more about the day she bought it, riding one bicycle and she buys another. when she gets home tells me,
'we're going out to pick-up my cruiser later, take a look at my new bike'
yellow is a nice color. i would like to build a set of alloy wheels to replace the steel wheels, the chrome is nice, but heavy. need a floor pump for schrader tubes and the shop would be complete.
couple a things i forget about winter riding. halfway through the ride reached for my second water bottle and it was frozen, or at least frozen enough so i couldn't get any water out. shifter problems, ended up running as a three speed, rear derailleur/shifter acting up, luckily i was in a middle cog so i could use the front derailleur. never really got warm and lite gloves are not enough, the feet also were cold. and i was blowing snot like like it was really cold, the snot rocket was in full effect.
so, for tomorrow night: water bottles next to body, mittens and boots. and maybe check out the rear shifter.
weather: 22 degrees, cold and clear
17 November 2008
- headlight, white (blinky or more)
- food and water back-up
- extra clothes
The Waste Land
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
|Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing|
|Memory and desire, stirring|
|Dull roots with spring rain.|
|Winter kept us warm, covering||5|
|Earth in forgetful snow, feeding|
|A little life with dried tubers.|
|Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee|
|With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,|
|And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,||10|
|And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.|
|Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.|
|And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,|
|My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,|
|And I was frightened. He said, Marie,||15|
|Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.|
|In the mountains, there you feel free.|
|I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.|
|What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow|
|Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,||20|
|You cannot say, or guess, for you know only|
|A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,|
|And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,|
|And the dry stone no sound of water. Only|
|There is shadow under this red rock,||25|
|(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),|
|And I will show you something different from either|
|Your shadow at morning striding behind you|
|Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;|
|I will show you fear in a handful of dust.||30|
|Frisch weht der Wind|
|Der Heimat zu.|
|Mein Irisch Kind,|
|Wo weilest du?|
|'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;||35|
|'They called me the hyacinth girl.'|
|—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,|
|Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not|
|Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither|
|Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,||40|
|Looking into the heart of light, the silence.|
|Od' und leer das Meer.|
|Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,|
|Had a bad cold, nevertheless|
|Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,||45|
|With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,|
|Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,|
|(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)|
|Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,|
|The lady of situations.||50|
|Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,|
|And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,|
|Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,|
|Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find|
|The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.||55|
|I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.|
|Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,|
|Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:|
|One must be so careful these days.|
...the rest can be found at http://www.bartleby.com/201/1.html
passing by the announcer, s-r in full heckle mode, hollywood decides it would be fun to toss a water bottle at my front wheel, it connects, i dismount and lunge, like a true roadie he dodges the punch, i don't have enough legs to chase him... we examine my bike, re-adjust the brakes/bars and i trundle into the finish. i return to scene of the crime and make-up but i'm still not satisfied. more later
16 November 2008
1st finisher at 3 hours 41 minutes ~28 mph
last finishers at 7 hours 9 minutes ~15 mph
15 November 2008
It’s Punishment Day today!
A score or more of the juvenile poor
Have been “booked” for breaking Orphanage law,
Each tick of the clock, as the hands creep round
Brings nearer the hour when trousers come down
When frocks will be raised, and petticoats too
(It’s rumoured her Ladyship’s coming to view)
Twenty-three doomed little waifs and strays
Enduring the shame of a Punishment Day.
a comprehensive collection of disciplinary poetry includes two of the most famous ever composed; The Rodiad, written in the late Victorian era, and the extremely lengthy; Squire Hardman. Both were attributed to George Coleman the Younger, but he was not the author of either, the latter having been written in the early 1950s and passed off as a much earlier work.
available at http://www.aks-books.co.uk/titles/punitivepoetry.htm
14 November 2008
race tomorrow at 11:45 am
maybe 2 hours of sleep between now and race time..... i napped this afternoon and i will be eating and hydrated in the morning, something i can't say about every other morning
- Extended pad length and off center post design provides even wear for longer life
- Water groove is located below post for optimal water removal
- Angled plow tip for rain and mud removal. This also provides correct toe-in
weather: 40 degrees, clear, full moon
time: 40 minutes of peak performance
13 November 2008
weather: 36 and cloudy, no snow, soft turf/sand
time: does not matter
12 November 2008
somehow i'll get one for my wife. the scandinavian style of riding does not involve spandex.
she's been there and done that, riding from mpls to chicago with the gay parade(aids ride'97) cured her of any desire to ride a road bicycle anymore. was it the 2nd degree sunburn or the dehydration or the cramping muscles, whatever it was road bikes make her shudder.
anyways here's the link: http://www.skeppshult.se/
Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think;
'Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses
Instead of speech, may form a lasting link
Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces
Frail man, when paper - even a rag like this - ,
Survives himself, his tomb, and all that's his.
from Don Juan
maybe i haven't done the group rides or the throw-away race but i believe i am prepared to....
weather: 32 degrees, snow, misty sleet
time: 1 hour full exertion
11 November 2008
if a title where to be given it would be 'fabulous'....that's not a compliment
follow the story here, in 3 parts no less
weather: 28 degrees, clear and windless
time: 60 minutes in the saddle, 35 minutes peak performance
10 November 2008
08 November 2008
Meditation can be practiced while walking or doing simple repetitive tasks. Walking meditation helps to break down habitual automatic mental categories, "thus regaining the primary nature of perceptions and events, focusing attention on the process while disregarding its purpose or final outcome...... This type of active meditation is a type of vipassana meditation
references for the curious:
07 November 2008
15 november, 2008
the brawl to settle it all
One of the boss' hangers-on
Comes to call at times you least expect
Try to bully ya - strong arm you - inspire you with fear
It has the opposite effect
Hmmm. I think the answer to that question is an obvious "no."
But a more interesting question is: If you think BSNYC is a bigot, why would you try to free ride on his notoriety by calling your blog "Bike Snob MPLS"?
In my experience, it's the folks who put a little too much stock into the importance of bloodlines whom you have to watch in the bigotry department.
November 6, 2008 5:23 PM
Disseminated in her Hair --
Since she and I had met and played
Decade had gathered to Decade --
But Time had added not obtained
Impregnable the Rose
For summer too indelible
Too obdurate for Snows --
I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig,
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!
weather: 44 degrees, wet but no rain cloudy
time: full hour in the saddle
06 November 2008
27" tires have an internal bead diameter of 630 mm while a 700C tire has an internal measurement of 622 mm.
the Schwinn le tour II may require a 27 in. rim with a short reach caliper brake and low profile tire. that is sport touring light and fast, but i like to think i'm a randonneur.
update: got the original specs from bikepedia
if this is a '95 then it gets 700c wheels,
will it be totally wrong to have a 27" on a chrome fork up front and a 700c in the rear?, there was a problem with the original fork and headset stack height, newer vs. older styles of headsets, and i have a nice 27" hand built wheel that i like.
weather: 64 and moist but not raining
time: 45 minutes in the saddle
05 November 2008
I've watched this city burn twice
in my lifetime
and the most notable thing
was the arrival of the
politicians in the
proclaiming the wrongs of
and demanding new
policies toward and for the
nothing was corrected last
nothing will be corrected this
the poor will remain poor.
the unemployed will remain
the homeless will remain
and the politicians,
fat upon the land, will live
04 November 2008
The highest not more high;
To-day, of all the weary year,
A king of men am I.
To-day alike are great and small,
The nameless and the known
My palace is the people’s hall,
The ballot-box my throne!
Who serves to-day upon the list
Beside the served shall stand;
Alike the brown and wrinkled fist,
The gloved and dainty hand!
The rich is level with the poor,
The weak is strong to-day;
And sleekest broadcloth counts no more
Than homespun frock of gray.
To-day let pomp and vain pretence
My stubborn right abide;
I set a plain man’s common sense
Against the pedant’s pride.
To-day shall simple manhood try
The strength of gold and land
The wide world has not wealth to buy
The power in my right hand!
While there’s a grief to seek redress,
Or balance to adjust,
Where weighs our living manhood less
Than Mammon’s vilest dust, --
While there’s a right to need my vote
A wrong to sweep away,
Up! clouted knee and ragged coat!
A man’s a man to-day!
03 November 2008
| In Baltimore there lived a boy.|
He wasn't anybody's joy.
Although his name was Jabez Dawes,
His character was full of flaws.
In school he never led his classes,
Another trick that tickled Jabez
Deploring how he did behave,
Like whooping cough, from child to child,
And Jabez chortled up his sleeve.
No infant dared hang up his stocking
For fear of Jabez' ribald mocking.
He sprawled on his untidy bed,
What was beheld by Jabez Dawes?
Said Jabez then with impudent vim,
The neighbors heard his mournful squeal;
Beware the fate of Jabez Dawes,
The saucy boy who mocked the saint.
Donner and Blitzen licked off his paint.
02 November 2008
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
now back to our regularly scheduled programming....
but back to bike fit and flexibility. the most indicative observation is lever position on drop bars. i've always set up my levers a little low, basically put a straight edge on the lower flat position and even the bottom of the brake lever w/ that. a colleague of mine suggests that raising the levers is warranted. of course nothing is really wrong with that, if you are old and inflexible. if you are young at heart and ready to break some records use a lower position for the levers.
to be continued.....
update: 2 pm local time;
after further consultation with an expert mechanic, i have been informed that the 'brifter' combinanation may require a higher brake lever position, due to it 'unique design'
01 November 2008
There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: "Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!"
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.
He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his
chance; He has just done things by half.
Life's been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;
He's a man who won't fit in.
- OUR mind and you are our Sargasso Sea,
- London has swept about you this score years
- And bright ships left you this or that in fee:
- Ideas, old gossip, oddments of all things,
- Strange spars of knowledge and dimmed wares of price.
- Great minds have sought you--lacking someone else.
- You have been second always. Tragical?
- No. You preferred it to the usual thing:
- One dull man, dulling and uxorious,
- One average mind--with one thought less, each year.
- Oh, you are patient, I have seen you sit
- Hours, where something might have floated up.
- And now you pay one. Yes, you richly pay.
- You are a person of some interest, one comes to you
- And takes strange gain away:
- Trophies fished up; some curious suggestion;
- Fact that leads nowhere; and a tale for two,
- Pregnant with mandrakes, or with something else
- That might prove useful and yet never proves,
- That never fits a corner or shows use,
- Or finds its hour upon the loom of days:
- The tarnished, gaudy, wonderful old work;
- Idols and ambergris and rare inlays,
- These are your riches, your great store; and yet
- For all this sea-hoard of deciduous things,
- Strange woods half sodden, and new brighter stuff:
- In the slow float of differing light and deep,
- No! there is nothing! In the whole and all,
- Nothing that's quite your own.
- Yet this is you.
|"Portrait d'une Femme" is reprinted from Ripostes of Ezra Pound. Ezra Pound. London: Elkin Mathews, 1915.|