Calzone
Gear Whore #1
Looks like the storm alert begins at 4:00 PM today till 6:00 PM tomorrow. 4-8 inches expected in the Tri-State area. Let’s see what happens in the Lower Hudson Valley. We have our own separate micro climate here.
Seems like we have time to do one of our daily hikes. The downhills really tighten up the quads, and of course the rocks and roots utilize balance skills.
Yesterday I found a twisty trail that made a nice loop. It must be a new trail that someone made that meanders. Not too steep, rooty or eroded. Pretty much just what I need and ideal.
My goal to spend mucho time in the saddle to pump a lot of blood gets compromised by the “Maggie” maintenance I do with her. Realistically this girl friend maintenance burns time and is only a warmup for me.
There are some tricks like riding a bike without a saddle, where you ride standing to develop strength. This is an old mountain biking trick that some racers are said to use. Perhaps this could work for me. Then I could just do a single speed as a disadvantage.
When I went crazy thinking about buying AJ’s Cannondale Scalpel with the Fox 34 step-cast fork, in talking with Maggie she understood how I need some rigor to my workouts for my personal fitness. I thought we could come home from the Empire State Trailway, and then I could go hammer at Blue Mountain. I ended up negotiating perhaps one or two times a week where I can go off on my own.
She indicated and pointed to the Empire State Trailway, and she does not like the idea of mountain biking. Hmmm… Long rides that could be 6-7 hours, might great. Just what I need. Might I be able to do two rides a week longer than a century on railroad grades? Actually nice and safe, and not so hard.
While heading into the woods on a hot day with high humidity is kinda dumb, pretty much I have the body type that is built for the tropics. I sweat profusely, but I’m really resistant to heat exhaustion. Basically I have a small thin body. In winters the cold slows me down, and my energy levels drop. I get cold easily, and in winter I suffer.
My identity as a bike bum who lives to ride is emerging. Pretty much my riding will be the highlight of my day. I love to feel relaxed and feel the afterglow of endorphins. Pretty much it is said to be kinda like a Heroin high.
Pretty much I am built for climbing, where I have a high strength to weight ratio. I do well with intervals and can really accelerate rapidly and suddenly in a violent manner. Genetically I have mucho fast twitch muscles that are designed for speed.
My body size also is built for endurance and long rides. I do well in sustained efforts that are long.
A 1x11 with bigger jumps between gears with less gearing is also a way to make efforts harder. Kinda funny how disadvantages can be harnessed to make an advantage.
My friend Dan, who was a dancer who was mentored by Bob Fosey, told me that Bob Fosey made his disadvantage into his strength, which is a powerful lesson.
In my guitar playing being steady and keeping rhythm is my weakness. Perhaps I should learn to play drums is an idea. Jaco Pastoris initially was a drummer before being a bass player. The Piano player who made “Compare To What” a classic Jazz Accident initially was a drummer.
Anyways it seems like a great idea to make your weakness your strength. BTW sprinters have very big powerful builds. They require brute strength and power like a drag race car. That is not me. I am a skinny bitch built for a different kind of speed. Pretty much I have perhaps the ideal body to do epic rides that are mucho long.
I can see me doing a bit of a time trial, a race against the clock, where I ride from Yorktown by my house on the Empire State Trailway and ride about 60 miles north as an out and back for a 120 mile ride. If I gauge the distance I think it will take me across the Hudson Walkway across the river above Poughkeepsie.
Every week the goal would be to do the long out and back in less time as a kinda race against myself. A sustained effort of sorts racing against myself and a clock. This is my style of riding. The endorphins high is mighty pleasant.
What an ideal life…
I think I will set up my Ti Basso Road bike with my racing wheels. I have it set up with 8-speed first generation XTR mountain bike shifters on a Ti straight bar. The rest of the drivetrain is Dura-Ace. This bike perhaps only weighs 16 pounds. The old XTR shifters are overbuilt, mucho strong, and a bit porky, but they shift so nice.
This bike pretty much has the cockpit set up as if a mountain bike instead of a drop bar. This suits me well because I tended to just ride the hoods on a drop bar anyways. The long leaning forward position suits me fine.
Anyways, I live in my daydreams, but pretty much my dreams come true because I’m retired. I have no time for BS.
Know that “Maggie” suffers from bouts of depression. Anxiety partially is the problem, but I wonder if writing also is a compounding factor. Pretty much sitting too much is unhealthy, and I know exercise not only moderates mood swings and quells anxiety, it also has some very serious health benefits, prevents a lot of risks related to aging and the aging process itself.
There is a pragmatic logic to my thinking. My obsessive thinking and behaviors are based on science, fact and statistics. I’m not kidding myself when saying I want quality of life. This is not just wishful thinking…
Biking once saved my life before when I was an anxious mess. I kid you not that my friend Iron Mike saved my life. I was a crazy, scary mess, on a self destructive path at the age of 32. I was so crazy that I got mistakenly diagnosed as a Manic-Depressive. I was such a mess that I could not even sleep.
I was a “scary” guy back then. Mucho crazy… Pretty ill…
Cal
Seems like we have time to do one of our daily hikes. The downhills really tighten up the quads, and of course the rocks and roots utilize balance skills.
Yesterday I found a twisty trail that made a nice loop. It must be a new trail that someone made that meanders. Not too steep, rooty or eroded. Pretty much just what I need and ideal.
My goal to spend mucho time in the saddle to pump a lot of blood gets compromised by the “Maggie” maintenance I do with her. Realistically this girl friend maintenance burns time and is only a warmup for me.
There are some tricks like riding a bike without a saddle, where you ride standing to develop strength. This is an old mountain biking trick that some racers are said to use. Perhaps this could work for me. Then I could just do a single speed as a disadvantage.
When I went crazy thinking about buying AJ’s Cannondale Scalpel with the Fox 34 step-cast fork, in talking with Maggie she understood how I need some rigor to my workouts for my personal fitness. I thought we could come home from the Empire State Trailway, and then I could go hammer at Blue Mountain. I ended up negotiating perhaps one or two times a week where I can go off on my own.
She indicated and pointed to the Empire State Trailway, and she does not like the idea of mountain biking. Hmmm… Long rides that could be 6-7 hours, might great. Just what I need. Might I be able to do two rides a week longer than a century on railroad grades? Actually nice and safe, and not so hard.
While heading into the woods on a hot day with high humidity is kinda dumb, pretty much I have the body type that is built for the tropics. I sweat profusely, but I’m really resistant to heat exhaustion. Basically I have a small thin body. In winters the cold slows me down, and my energy levels drop. I get cold easily, and in winter I suffer.
My identity as a bike bum who lives to ride is emerging. Pretty much my riding will be the highlight of my day. I love to feel relaxed and feel the afterglow of endorphins. Pretty much it is said to be kinda like a Heroin high.
Pretty much I am built for climbing, where I have a high strength to weight ratio. I do well with intervals and can really accelerate rapidly and suddenly in a violent manner. Genetically I have mucho fast twitch muscles that are designed for speed.
My body size also is built for endurance and long rides. I do well in sustained efforts that are long.
A 1x11 with bigger jumps between gears with less gearing is also a way to make efforts harder. Kinda funny how disadvantages can be harnessed to make an advantage.
My friend Dan, who was a dancer who was mentored by Bob Fosey, told me that Bob Fosey made his disadvantage into his strength, which is a powerful lesson.
In my guitar playing being steady and keeping rhythm is my weakness. Perhaps I should learn to play drums is an idea. Jaco Pastoris initially was a drummer before being a bass player. The Piano player who made “Compare To What” a classic Jazz Accident initially was a drummer.
Anyways it seems like a great idea to make your weakness your strength. BTW sprinters have very big powerful builds. They require brute strength and power like a drag race car. That is not me. I am a skinny bitch built for a different kind of speed. Pretty much I have perhaps the ideal body to do epic rides that are mucho long.
I can see me doing a bit of a time trial, a race against the clock, where I ride from Yorktown by my house on the Empire State Trailway and ride about 60 miles north as an out and back for a 120 mile ride. If I gauge the distance I think it will take me across the Hudson Walkway across the river above Poughkeepsie.
Every week the goal would be to do the long out and back in less time as a kinda race against myself. A sustained effort of sorts racing against myself and a clock. This is my style of riding. The endorphins high is mighty pleasant.
What an ideal life…
I think I will set up my Ti Basso Road bike with my racing wheels. I have it set up with 8-speed first generation XTR mountain bike shifters on a Ti straight bar. The rest of the drivetrain is Dura-Ace. This bike perhaps only weighs 16 pounds. The old XTR shifters are overbuilt, mucho strong, and a bit porky, but they shift so nice.
This bike pretty much has the cockpit set up as if a mountain bike instead of a drop bar. This suits me well because I tended to just ride the hoods on a drop bar anyways. The long leaning forward position suits me fine.
Anyways, I live in my daydreams, but pretty much my dreams come true because I’m retired. I have no time for BS.
Know that “Maggie” suffers from bouts of depression. Anxiety partially is the problem, but I wonder if writing also is a compounding factor. Pretty much sitting too much is unhealthy, and I know exercise not only moderates mood swings and quells anxiety, it also has some very serious health benefits, prevents a lot of risks related to aging and the aging process itself.
There is a pragmatic logic to my thinking. My obsessive thinking and behaviors are based on science, fact and statistics. I’m not kidding myself when saying I want quality of life. This is not just wishful thinking…
Biking once saved my life before when I was an anxious mess. I kid you not that my friend Iron Mike saved my life. I was a crazy, scary mess, on a self destructive path at the age of 32. I was so crazy that I got mistakenly diagnosed as a Manic-Depressive. I was such a mess that I could not even sleep.
I was a “scary” guy back then. Mucho crazy… Pretty ill…
Cal
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