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Mumbai -A Tale of Two Cities

2010-03-08T15:21:00.001-08:00

This is my third trip to Mumbai in as many months and each time I come here I am reaffirmed that the cruelty and despair depicted in Slumdog Millionaire is harsh reality and not the type of sensationalist drama that we often find from a Hollywood Blockbuster

When driving through the Dharavi slum — the biggest in India — barefoot children played with sticks and bits of rubbish, beside streams of black filth running between shacks improvised from salvaged doors and scrap metal. Few of the hovels looked big enough to park a my bicycles in, let alone raise a family. Rats crawled around in daylight and the stench was one that continually tested my gag reflexes.

It was one of the most depressing yet most life-affirming experiences. I saw more smiles and humanity than I ever have in neighborhoods of Chicago or Oakland. Bright fabrics hung from washing lines; every open door showed a room decorated with glossy religious pictures or Bollywood stars. People smiled whenever I caught their gaze. And, driving through one of the poorest places on earth, with the knowledge that with the $25 I had in my pocket I could probably change someones life.

Although I felt a deep sense of sadness I never felt afraid, something which I cant say about neighborhoods in my native Houston.

In Mumbai, over 3 million children live in slums or on the streets; child labour is rife and 400,000 children work in prostitution.

Living in the slum is only half the battle especially when considering that most people travel miles to scratch out a living, and that travelling around Mumbai is likened to running a Gauntlet.

Transportation is short of a nightmare where throngs of people bustle down crowded streets attempting not to be hit by a Tuk tuk, a car or a bus which all noisly honk there horns at every opportunity in a chorus of frustration.

I saw lots of Bicycles! Not the type of Bikes that you see on Sunday mornings with lyca clad cyclists like myself enjoying the countryside and breathing in good clean air, but cycles so heavily laden with wares and merchandise that even the strongest recreational rider would struggle to gain a few feet yet alone a ride in the park. I saw one blood strewn rider with a bent frame persevering a crash and the traffic pushing onwards to his destination.

Adding to the crowded roads where carriages pulled by sacred cows and many wheel barrow carrying everything from rocks to steel to chickens all of which would normally be reserved for the power of an 18 wheel truck.

Of course the "Bollywood set" in Bandra depicts a different tale, where there is an abundance of private helicopters for those who can afford it and hotels whose luxury agonisingly feels out of place.

Mother Theresa was touched by India and in her famous words one cant help but feel the plight of so many:

If you can't feed a hundred people, then feed just one.
Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat.

Big Rides on the Horizon

2010-02-28T15:23:00.001-08:00

With two Big Rides coming up in April - MS150 Houston - Austin & Natchez Trace its now time to up the Antee on the Training

Spring Breakaway Final - Hot Pursuit

2010-02-28T15:09:00.000-08:00

Spring Breakaway Pt 2

2010-02-28T14:10:00.000-08:00

The Mule Sees his Shadow - Spring is HERE!!!!

2010-02-28T13:18:00.000-08:00

Mule Train gets Longer.......

2010-01-23T15:28:00.000-08:00

Last year my brother and a few friends started an international cycling team for a bit of a laugh and an excuse to wear some really cool cycling jerseys. "Travel with my Mule" The intent of the team was to get fellow cyclists from around the globe to blog and or tell stories about their training and cycling experiences. The only requirement to join was:

You must be commited to cycling for charity as often as you can
Must not take yourself too seriously
Must be a "Good Mule".....We do get bad ones that we tolerate if they buy beer!

Our ranks have swelled over the last six months and its great to see a "paceline" full of Mules speeding along the rural rodes of Texas. (Tommorow Frostbike- Houston)

I have just bought a helmut Cam so this year I intend to capture a few of the more colourful rides.

One of our newest Mules "Jason" is a star! Kiwi, by birth but Aussie by nature hes a real dynamo and even joined me in 13 F conditions recently. (Seen Above with 4 Layers)

Ready to Ride & warming up to Blog!!

2010-01-17T15:20:00.000-08:00

Three Men in a boat, in a car, on bicycles Pt 2

2009-09-26T02:26:00.000-07:00

My blogging and riding have been suffering lately as I have been spending more hours in a plane then on a bike. The last two weeks have found me in Dubai (UAE) twice and Singapore once.

In my last episode Phil, Simon and I were heading North from San Antonio to Wichita Falls to compete in the Hotter than Hell 100.

We were quite excited about the event as we had the credibility of an organised team (With our New MULE shirts) to offer some form of resemblance to a plan in riding together: Kenny,Dave,Sean,Simon,Cristian,Philip,Adam and myself.

This really worked out quite well with a really hot start. (Averaging over 21 mph for the first 60 miles) as we alternated the work in 2 minute pulls at the front.

The going was tough at times with a number of riders riding 5 or 6 abreast down the road oblivious to our pleads of wanting to pass.

The heat wasn't there this year which is fortunate as I lost a water bottle after traversing over a railway track earlier in the ride.

The team was great and especially helpful to myself who had written of my bike and my ribs only two weeks before the ride. The last twenty miles was tough but my fellow MULES pulled me through recording an average of just under 20mph for the 100 mile trek.

Then we decided to socialize!!!

Its a TWIN THING!!!

Three Men in a boat,car,bicycles Pt 1

2009-09-07T12:05:00.000-07:00

It seems like years since I have sat at my computer to engage in blogging. The main reason for this has been a recent visit from England by my twin brother Philip and his friend Simon.
The main reason for their visit, apart from drinking all my vintage wine was to compete in the Hotter than Hell 100 in Wichita Falls.
Of course I would be failing in my duties as a host if I did not indulge in some tourist like activities en route. So we had the idea of a road trip.

For those of you who have not ventured into 19th Century humor there is one classic that you have to read. It has the fundamental ingredients of such a trip...

Good Friends
Lots of Pubs
Comical Calamities
and A Dog

Heck even the Great bard himself sprinkled a few Canine characters into his plays to keep his actors on their tows.
The Book in Question is "Three Men in a Boat"
In the original story the book opens with the three men in question spending an evening discussing every possible ailment or illness they fancy they are suffering. They naturally conclude they are all suffering from 'overwork' and need a holiday. A stay in the country and a sea-trip are both considered, then rejected. Finally the three decide upon a boating holiday, up the River Thames, from Kingston Upon Thames to Oxford. A great narration of it can be heard by Hugh Laurie of "House" Fame.

Unlike the adventures contained in the classic novel, of a trip down the Thames our water adventures were limited to Tubes down the Comel river in New Braunfels, Texas. The process is actually very civilized as they provide you with an additional tube to put your cooler in to ensure your beers stay COLD!!! Of course hanging onto that Tube and warding off BEER Pirates is another challenge all of its own. There were casualties!!!

Comel River 1 Phils Camera 0.
The evening took us into lovely San Antonio with its great dedication to Texas Heroes, The Alamo, The River Walk and a fantastic Mexican Dinner!!!!

After the first day on the road we all three shared a room in a hotel (Separate beds - I hasten to add). In the middle of the night I awoke to the sounds of the Serengeti, could it have been a wilder beast? a warthog? NO!!! Phil & Simon Snoring!!

Pt 2 Coming Soon!! as we head North through Austin, Waco and Fort Worth to Wichita Falls

Picnic in The Park - NOT!!!!

2009-08-16T11:07:00.000-07:00

Nestled between downtown Houston and the Galleria area is Houston's version of the Golden Gate Park. Its a favourite amongst athletes of all disciplines. For the cyclists their is a 1.25 Mile loop called the "Picnic Loop" which is really great for speed work and is often used to event Criterion's. The loop is closed for vehicle traffic and most pedestrian's and joggers are reluctant to jog the route because of bike traffic and also the numerous other alternative options they have in the Park.

Dave (One of the Mules) and I often try to get at least one midweek ride in at the loop to keep up our training regime and last Thursday was no exception especially with the "Hotter than Hell" ride only two weeks away.

The only trouble was it was raining!

Not to concerned about the rain we set off only for the rain to intensify, the road started to flood and lightning started to strike all around us.

After the second time around the loop we decided to seek shelter in some partially covered restrooms as the lightning was getting too scary. (Partially meaning a 3 ft overhang from the rain and lightning.

As I made the detour I remember seeing the Restroom about 100 yards away and then the next minute I went hurting through the air landing on my left side in a pool of water.

It was certainly the worst tumble I had ever taken, and it reminded me of my earlier rugby playing days after being trampled on the bottom of a scrum. I thought I had broken my shoulder, but the next lightning strike that erupted about 100 yards away made me quickly realize that any pain I was feeling would be mild compared to being hit by a bolt from above.

My bikes front wheel had lodged itself between two concrete pavers and had sunk down 6 inches. The force of the impact and crash not only introduced me to "flying lessons" but also wrecked my front wheel ........Boo Hoo (Mavic Ksyrium SL) and cracked the frame.

We scampered into the rather smelly rest room and spent the next half an hour looking at my now square shaped wheel and the tarmac that I was now wearing on my legs and arms in the form of Road Rash. We also had time to reflect on how quickly situations can change when riding and what was to be a quick 20 mile training ride cost me Physically (Road Rash, ligament damage & heavy bruising) and Financially (New Frame & New Wheel).

I don't think I will go back to Memorial Park for awhile as it certainly was NO PICNIC.

For Kids Sake!!

2009-08-14T07:00:00.000-07:00

I just spent the last three weeks with my boys who were visiting from California and if there is one reason enough to try and stay in good shape then the answer is easy. "For Kids Sake"!!!

Being a Dad is one of many roles one has to incorporate while entertaining a 11 and 12 year old.

In the adage of the true superhero "Faster than a speeding bullet,More powerful than a locomotive.Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound." the urban Dad has much more creative roles to play dependent upon the event in Question.

For Instance

The Water Park

Where the roles can change between a variety of characters (In chronological order)

GREAT WHITE SHARK
OCTOPUS
REFEREE
LIFEGUARD
SMALLER SHARK
LIFEGUARD
Tiny Docile Shark
LIFEGUARD
DARE-DEVIL Extraordinaire
"Fear" Counsellor

The Paint Ball Assault Course

Again the Roles Vary (No resemblance to the picture but smiling is important)

SUPREME COMMANDER
TARGET
GENERAL
TARGET
MAJOR
TARGET
CORPORAL
TARGET
BRUISED & BATTERED EVACUEE

Of course this was only two of many events but I am sure by now you can fully appreciate the pattern of how these develop into complex scenarios.

The boys have left now, back to Northern California and although I am sad to see them go I am happy to purge the fridge and pantry from items that are extremely tasty and decedent but are so bad for my training regime.

Out with the Cinnamon Rolls in with the Spinach
Out with the Chocolate Milk in with the fat free Soy Milk
Out with the Blue Bell Ice cream (Minus one Spoon) in with the Blueberries

One of the things that I know that my kids is that interaction is paramount.I realize that if I don't stay reasonably fit and active in my own life and lifestyle it makes a huge difference in what I am able to do with my kids.

It would be so easy to throw a video game in their general direction, or turn on the TV but to me that has a similar feel to pushing the "Snooze" button on the alarm clock.

I am trying to get my boys into cycling and Sam the oldest (12) was quite thrilled when he was able to sustain a 20+ Mph clip for 5 minutes or so on his first road bike experience. (Sam Right)

JACK -

The Three Little Pigs & the big BAD BAD WOLF!!!

2009-07-14T10:57:00.000-07:00

When I was a wee lad I was first introduced to Nursery Rhymes by my Grandmother, who seemed to know them all.

The ones she didn't know she "ad libbed" like a seasoned thespian.
If you look at the "roots" of Rhymes, or even West Indian Calypso culture you can often see a connection or association which reflect actual events in history!

A nursery rhyme was often used to parody the royal and political events and people of the day. The humble Rhyme was used as a seemingly innocent vehicle to quickly spread subversive messages!
Can you imagine the White house Press Secretary sitting by the fireside reading "Rain Rain go away"

Old Mother Hubbard
The Old Mother Hubbard referred to in this rhyme's words allude to the famous Cardinal Wolsey. Cardinal Thomas Wolsey was the most important statesman and churchman of the Tudor history period in 16th century England. Cardinal Wolsey proved to be a faithful servant but displeased the King, Henry VIII, by failing to facilitate the King's divorce from Queen Katherine of Aragon who had been his queen of many years. The reason for seeking the divorce and hence the creation of the Old Mother Hubbard poem was to enable him to marry Anne Boleyn with whom he was passionately in love. In the Old Mother Hubbard song King Henry was the "doggie" and the "bone" refers to the divorce (and not money as many believe) The cupboard relates to the Catholic Church although the subsequent divorce arranged by Thomas Cramner resulted in the break with Rome and the formation of the English Protestant church and the demise of Old Mother Hubbard - Cardinal Wolsey.
It this were the "Tour de France" Johan Bruyneel would have to take the place of the Cardinal

Jack & Jill
The roots of the story, or poem, of Jack and Jill are in France. Jack and Jill referred to are said to be King Louis XVI - Jack -who was beheaded (lost his crown) followed by his Queen Marie Antoinette - Jill - (who came tumbling after). The words and lyrics to the Jack and Jill poem were made more acceptable as a story for children by providing a happy ending!
There would be lots of opportunities to write a new one about Lance and Alberto going up a hill (Col de la Colombiere)

Georgie Porgie
The origins of the lyrics to "Georgie Porgie" are English and refer to the courtier George Villiers, 1st duke of Duke of Buckingham (1592–1628). King James I took Villiers as his lover and nicknamed him "Steenie" (a reference to St. Stephen whom in the Bible describes as having the "face of an angel"). Villier's good looks also appealed to the ladies and his highly suspect morals were much in question!Villiers most notorious affair was with his liaison with Anne of Austria, (1601–1666) who was the Queen of France and married to the French King Louis XIII badly injured both of their reputations.
Many modern day candidates for this position

Of course one of my favourites was the story of the three little pigs.
The Three Little Pigs" teaches us in a most enjoyable and dramatic form that we must not be lazy and take things easy, for if we do, we may perish....by the hairs of our chiny chin chin.
After all .....intelligent planning and foresight, combined with hard labor will make us victorious over even our most ferocious enemy-the wolf!

One would think that would be true to "training" as well.

I built up on my first 40 miles (straw house)
The second one soon followed with regular 65 mile jaunts (Sticks)
And finally after feeling confident of having endurance for a 100 miles (Bricks)

in my well conditioned legs the WOLF ARRIVED!!!!!

(These Wolfs can be found on any international flights/travelling lasting more than 24 hours - Singapore-London -Houston)

This was no ordinary wolf, he was a nasty Fire breathing dragon type of creature morphed from jet lag, fatigue and various types of flu like symptoms. His red eyes melted the reinforced re-bar of the outside structure while his toxic emissions infiltrated every square inch of my protected habitat leaving me in a state of total weakness and debilitation.

After a week in bed I convinced myself I was well enough to take part in the Katy Flatlands 100. It could have been the Katy "Downhill" 100 for all I cared as my body decided to shut me down after only ten miles with a high fever and dizzy spells.

Another week has past and I did manage forty miles last week and actually now have the energy to write a BLOG!!!!

One thing I have learned from this is that starting up your training again too early from any type of flu/cold/virus etc is a poor idea

Progress lies not in enhancing what is, but in advancing toward what will be - Kahil Gibran

Singapore, Jet Lag & Fantastic Memories

2009-07-12T00:57:00.000-07:00

For those of you who have experienced JET LAG!! You know its not much fun. Not only has it interupted my circadian rhythm but it has also effected my blog writting comitments which have decidely taken a "backseat" to some serious struggles with insomnia.

Last weekend I spent cycling with with my twin brother in North Yorkshire during a brief buisness stop over in England on the way to Singapore.

I was relieved that he blogged about our adventures because it gave me a "writting reprieve" which I sorely needed after some mamoth air time (Houston - London -8 hours followed by London -Singapore 12 hours)

My trip to Singapore was to conduct some Marine Audits on a vessel that my company are picking up for work in Australia and although my schedule and work load was pretty tight I did manage to arrange a small R & R window today to get a bike ride in before I start my journey back to Houston tonight. (Another 22 hours flying).

I was accompanied by a work mate of mine called John who although showed some keeness to join me on a ride did confess that it had been 12 years since had last rode. Of course I told him not to worry - "Its just like ridding a bike........

Singapore is one of my favorate places in the world. I lived here for two years in the 70's when my father was stationed in Singapore and my brother and I both spent the Summers learning to sail and hanging out at the "HMS Terror" Naval Base which I found an archived picture of along with records from the Royal Singapore Yacht Club recording a saliling race regatta my father had one at the time.

Singapore has changed considerably since then with the Island growing substantially with a number of huge land reclemation projects. One these projects included an area on the South East Coast called East Coast Park. which was planned to incorporate a number of healthy options for the Singapore people in the form of Health & Recreation.
There are a number of terrific trails that run along the coast and are individually allocated to Cyclists,Joggers,Roller Bladders and Pedestrians alike. This is the route that John & I took and acheived about 24 miles of cycling.

The Park had a number of bike rental places scattered along the beach and although the rental prices were reasonable, the quality and condition of the bikes was not so good with my gears sounding like an angry hog (That when the chain wasn't jumping off)

East Coast Park is one of the more well-known parks in the eastern part of Singapore which was evident by the amount of people using it. is around 20km long and is one of the largest parks in Singapore spaning from the Eastern to Southern coast, from Changi all the way to Marine Parade. We completed the stretch twice in just over 2 hours.

Another area that seen some great changes are the Singapore skyline with the new addition of the "Singapore Flyer" and this years first Formula 1 race track that covers some of the down town roads.

ABC

2009-07-01T16:14:00.000-07:00

With the Tour de France due to start this weekend I thought it only fitting to review the ABC's of cycling so all those interested pedestrians can have a glimpse into our "wonderful wacky world"
Thanks to http://www.bikesource.com/

auger
v. to involuntarily take samples of the local geology, usually with one's face, during a crash.
My Dentist is loving this one and I thought Rugby was hard.
beartrap
1) v. to slip off one pedal, causing the other pedal to slam one in the shin, when one gets cracked with a pedal.
I did this once in a spinning class when my cleats sheared. I think they heard the scream 50 miles away.
crotch-testing
n. sudden impact between a male rider's private parts and something very hard and pointy, such as a handlebar stem or seat.
Aspirations of a Soprano come to mind, and I don't mean the ones that live in New Jersey
death march
n. a ride that turns into an investigation of your endurance limit. "The bridge was out, and I had to go all the way back the way I came. So the morning's nice, easy ride turned into a Bataan death march."
On the last 100 mile ride I completed I had serious cramping in my quads 30 miles from the finish and i must have utilized every four letter word in the dictionary
enscarfment
n. a food break at the edge of a cliff.
A good cause for indigestion
feeling nedly
v., adj. when older riders are having a particular strong outing
I love this ONE!!!!!!
granny gear
n. the lowest gear available on a bike, or a third and smallest front cog, which is only found on bikes for the feeble. Roadies don't have, need, or want them.
Don't have this one
hanging on
v. riding in the slipstream of another rider, but being lazy and refusing to take your turn in at the front.
Guilty as charged, though getting better
impedimentia
n. all the junk on a bike that impedes performance and looks bad.
No Bling Bling!!!
JRA
n. abbreviation for the Just Riding Along syndrome
an area where ones average can bot be disputed
kicker
n. a steep section of road or trail.
LBS
n. abbreviation for "Local Bike Shop".
male blindness
n. when a male rider watches a beautiful female ride over rough terrain and stares intensely, making him too dizzy to see straight when it's his turn to ride the same terrain.
Dave, Kenny & Phil don't fit the bill
nirvana
n. the state of being in absolute control and totally in tune with your bike, the trail, and your physical strength. "I was just doing it all so smoothly and delicately and quickly, it was nirvana!" Synonym for The Zone.
Have been there and the other end of the spectrum the Death March
off the back
adj. when a rider is dropped, or cannot keep up with the pace of the windshield (such as a peloton or another rider) and falls behind.
The hardest part of getting back in the saddle again
push-push
1) n. a novice's pedaling motion, consisting of alternately pushing each foot down, instead of spinning.
quick-release
n. bolts with levers attached, for easy adjustment and removal of wheels and seat height
Unlike the first time I wore cleats with my obligatory slow release followed by asphalt introduction
RDS
n. abbreviation for Rapid Deceleration Syndrome. Military term for the very sudden illness that happens when the free-flight following a high-speed involuntary dismount is interrupted by something solid.
I realized quite early that the tools used by lumberjacks are more sophisticated than flailing arms.
snake bite
n. a double puncture of an inner tube, caused by hitting an obstacle too hard or by under-inflation of tires
Or welcome to Texas roads
tea party
n. when a whole group of riders stops and chats, and nobody seems to want to ride on.
Unfortunately these groups have journeyed out of Boston
unobtanium
adj. describing a bike or accessory made from expensive, high-tech material. A play on "unobtainable" and "titanium."
My brother Phil is very good at this vernacular
velo-porn
n. full-page, four-color advertisements of giblets in cycling magazines. It can arouse giblet lust, giblet envy, and in serious cases, feelings of bike inadequacy. "Peter skipped right over the race results and went straight for the velo-porn."
Have to have one under the pillow!!!
wild pigs
n. poorly adjusted brake pads that squeal in use.
X -Ray
See RDS Above
Yard
....Of Ale Normally consumed after X- Ray
Zone, the
n. a state of mind experienced while riding. You don't think, you just do. A truly Zen experience that can't be fully explained, but when you get there you'll know it and strive to reach it again.

WEll I am off to England on Friday and hope to ride with my brother Philip on Sunday "Day of Reckoning" followed by a trip to Singapore.

Icarus - This isnt Rocket Science, but it is Houston!

2009-06-26T13:23:00.000-07:00

I am sure if Icarus were alive to day he would be living in the suburbs South of Houston heading up a new adventure for NASA

Most of us know the story of Icarus and his futile attempt to escape from the Island of Minos where his thoughtful father made him a pair of aerodynamic wings fashioned from the feathers of a couple of geese they had for dinner and left over wax from their illicit mead distillery.

Of course if the had rented "The Wizard of Oz" from Blockbuster the night before they could have heard Margaret Hamilton utter those famous words "I'm Melting"

Did you know that the wicked witch went on to be a spokesperson for Maxwell House Coffee ( I guess that means Glinda must have got the Starbucks Gig!)

Like Icarus I tried to escape today, not from the Island of Minos but from the Island of Monotony (Work Week)

My escape took the form of a very hot ride. I guess you know its going to be warm when your departing temperature @ 0700 is already in the 90's and the arrival back in the parking lot saw the temperature reach 107.

Of course I was prepared ! In addition to the largest camel back I possess I loaded up my bike with a few extra bottles of ice water which I continually dumped on my head every time I saw that tree lined tropical oasis in the middle of the road, where people were sitting by a submerged bar drinking drinks with umbrellas in them. (One of many illusions, the rest weren't as endearing)

Hey its an early Houston Summer! and 4 months ago I had cleat warmers and leggings! Such are the challenges for the year round cyclist..........and I Love it!!! .........At least I did not run into Toto!

Team Shirt Tuesday

2009-06-24T02:53:00.000-07:00

We finally decided on our team shirts for the Mules

Wet behind the Ears

2009-06-21T12:19:00.000-07:00

My week similar to the last three have all included quick jaunts from Houston to New Orleans, and then a 2 1/2 hour drive down to Port Fourchon in Louisiana. This has played havoc to any form of training and dietary routine.(Fried Shrimp, Broiled Shrimp, Fried Oysters. ...you get the picture!!

For those of you who don't know the area well we are talking about the "Boonies"! A great percentage of Louisiana is made of "Wetlands" which has been under threat now for many years and the road to Fourchon is no exception as you drive along Louisiana Hwy 1 South following Bayou Laforche

Its not uncommon to see the bodies of alligators along the side of the road as the poor beasts have been hit by cars.

My company is thinking about sponsoring the Tour De Rouge next year which is a ride from Houston to New Orleans over a 5 day period cycling 85-90 miles a day I am keeping my fingers crossed as it will be a wonderful experience. (And I thought Dogs were a problem)

Meanwhile back to present day riding!

The US contingent of the Mules have been training hard in the Texas heat, with 50 mile rides on Saturday & Sunday and with no heat relief in sight we have decided to extend both our biking performance and our sporting challenges into the realms of the maritime world.

We have all opted for getting kayaks as we feel that this will help our upper body strength and get those abdominal muscles stronger for those long endurance rides.

So starting next week we are going to cycle in the mornings and Kayak in the afternoons. If we really get inspired we could hitch up the Kayaks to our bikes.

Of course our new expansion has also started debate on whether of not our kayaks should be suitably named:

We have also set ourselves a new goal - "Texas Water Safari" which is touted as the worlds most difficult canoe race.

Virtual Mileage. While my Twin Brother Philip is taking his virtual tour Westwards from England (He is now over 3,000 miles and into Massachusetts) I am just passing the Northern Coast line of the Cape Breton Islands as I head East at 2220 Miles.

"Give them some Heat" - Nolan

2009-06-14T14:49:00.000-07:00

This morning I ventured down to Alvin, Texas with a fellow Mule "Kenny" to take part in the "Tour de Brazos"
Alvin is a city in in Brazoria County and whose claim to fame is Baseballs Hall of Famer "Nolan Ryan". One of Nolan's more famous pitches was his fast ball and fans often delighted when Nolan gave his opposition some chin music in the form of some "Heat" (Fast Ball).

Having experienced Alvin today I am not at all surprised about Mr Ryan's fastball as those fortunate to survive the full 100 mile ride of the "Tour de Baz" - HEAT was the theme for the day.

By noon the mercury had hit above 100 Degrees F and with a heat index closer to 106 Degrees we were thankful to see a Fire Engine at the halfway mark spraying a water mist into the air to cool of the riders.

The ride spent a great deal in Brazoria County including stretches where we crossed over the Brazos River (Hence the name of the ride)The first part of the ride was against a stiff onshore wind coming in from the Gulf but we made great time and got to the 50 mile marker at a great average of 20mph.
Then we went over a railway track and Kenny heard a pop on his bike and automatically started having problems changing gears. I did not look too closely at Kenny's Bike, but in hindsight it did resemble one of the wheels off "Fred Flintstones" car .
One of the spokes had snapped and the wheel was wobbling around dramatically as if the wheel had not been invented by Cavemen, and was in fact still square in shape.

We decided to pull into a a rest stop where some very creative bike mechanics patched Kenny up. The next 50 miles was reasonably uneventful except for the occasional cramping and "day dreaming" of a cool glass of lemonade.
The ride was fantastic, and the volunteers "All Stars". It was a good training ride for the Hotter than Hell 100 in August, which today saw very similar temperatures and conditions.

The Pit and the Pendulum

2009-06-09T14:40:00.000-07:00

I don't know about all of my fellow cyclists out there, but I am sure we have all had those "Near Miss" experiences.

That car on a two lane road that insists on passing you as if they are on the Bonneville Salt Flats. In their attempt to pass as close as possible, they nosily honks their horns in disdain and create a massive air vacuum that sees your fingernails piercing the handlebars as you quickly try to remember the Lords Prayer.

Unfortunately, I have experienced this dangerous behavior far too often, and find myself lured into a dark and sinister place of what punishment I could deliver upon the assailant if ever got my hands on them. (I know its naughty, and not Gandhi like .....but it helps my venting process)

The Punishment would have to fit the Crime!!

In the same way as we feel that whooshing sensation on our legs and arms, and the startling honk of the obnoxious horn, what better way of exacting ones revenge than taking a leaf out of one of those classic old horror movies.

When I was a young lad growing up, Friday night was significant in the way that it represented the "Horror Movie Ritual". It was a time when the munching of fingernails, and cowering of ones head behind a cushion would take one away from the evil banter of Vincent Price and Christopher Lee. (I am sure I am ageing myself now). All cars should be fitted with Mr Price's evil laugh anytime they come within three feet of an innocent cyclist.

Unlike the new generation of Wes Craven with his propensity to use up about 1,000 containers of Ketchup the older horror movies relied on suspense, timing, and "what ifs"?

One of my Favourites was the classic "The Pit and the Pendulum" based on the short stories of Edgar Allen Poe. The story is especially effective at inspiring fear in the reader because of its heavy focus on the senses, such as sound, emphasizing its reality, unlike many of Poe's stories which are aided by the supernatural.

Of course in my version there will be a hero who comes to the rescue of the estranged motorist in the unlikely form of a "Bike Messenger" who only agrees to save the assailant after he agrees to have a better attitude towards cyclists.

I guess we can always dream! In the meantime be careful out there.

Forest Gump (Mrs)

2009-06-07T11:39:00.000-07:00

Friday

When Forest Gump uttered that now famous Quote "Life is like a box of Chocolates, you never know what your going to get", I never thought it would have such a resounding application to my riding adventures.

This weekend was a perfect example! On Friday Sean and I set forth on a 50 mile ride and on one of our fav stops we encountered a young lady who was bravely back packing from Florida to Waco Texas along with her dog.

Her dog could definitely have been an "Honorary Mule" as he was well equipped with his own panniers and provisions, and she had biceps on her that were proportionate to the huge back pack she was carrying. I guess you don't have to worry about the Gym when your hitting the road!

At first we were a bit suspicious and concerned for the young "lassie" but being anxious for a break we exchanged the typical social pleasantries and very quickly realized that our preconceived ideas were sadly judgemental and this exchange was very rewarding.

She was great! young, confident, eloquent and full of that "Joi de vivre" that seems to be missing in a great deal of our youth today. She also new a great deal about bikes which of course opened the door for full acceptance.

As we guzzled back our water in attempt to hydrate in the beating sun we listened intently on some of her adventures. In New Orleans she was arrested for trying to hitch a ride on a freight train and had the pleasure of spending the night in one of the Crescent cities finest "Lock ups" while her poor dog was thrown in the pound.

She, like any "dog lover" knows found this experience more compounding by her dogs situation than her own dilemma. Still after paying a hunk of change $270 she bailed the dog out of "Doggy Jail" and was on her way swearing never to try to take a ride on the Railroad again.

Saturday

Kenny & I pushed a respectable 50 miles but admitedly jumped on the back of a very fast (23mph hour) Peloton for the last 12 Miles. I could have read a book it was soo comfortable.

Sunday

We started today in great form as I was joined by Sean,Kenny,Andy and Paul (Paul joined up with us today) Had a great ride and found a Horseshoe en route!!! The wind was stiff from the South and had us on our toes with some difficult cross wind action. One little time event was after 30 miles into the ride when I broke through my 2000 Mile mark for the year. It just happened to be on a hill which I thought was very fitting.

Memorial Day "Mules" Pt 2

2009-06-04T15:56:00.000-07:00

The "Memorial Day" Mules Pt 1

2009-05-29T14:40:00.000-07:00

Last Sunday me and my fellow "Mules" decided to push our riding endurance to a new level in our attempt to ready our selves for the "Hotter than Hell 100" later in the year.
Our route took us from a suburban neighborhood on the outskirts of Houston to the rural town of Bellville in Austin County and back, a total distance of 108 Miles. It was a perfect start as we left Houston at 06:30 under clear skies with a slight head wind that steadily increased during the course of the morning. By the 30 Mile marker we were were averaging 20mph but that soon changed as our scheduled water stop at a familiar "Taco Shack" was closed and we had to endure the last 23 miles into Bellville in a highly dehydrated state, knocking our average down to 19mph. (we did not make the same mistake on the home leg)

Left to Right:
Kenny "5 Hour Energy" Rhame
Andy Brickell
Myself - Holding the commemorative Poppy
Sean Lloyd
David "Waffles" Hill
Apart from the incentive of one of the "Hills" famous hamburgers I asked my fellow riders "The Mules" to consider the ride a Memorial one, and to carry pictures or mementos of people they wanted to remember or honour in our cycling effort.
Mine was an easy one as I carefully wrapped up:

The last picture taken of my father and me just before he died of cancer a couple of years ago. (L-R Paddy,Dad, Andy, Phil)
A WW1 "Great War" Medal of my Great Grandfather

Poppy Commemorative Cross from Westminster Abbey

My Father was a my real hero in life, but it really did not become that evident until after he passed and I really started to miss him.

He served his country well as a Squadron Leader in the Royal Air Force, and made a real commitment to follow his dreams and goals and live life to the fullest.
He bravely completed two transatlantic crossings with his wife Sue in a small 36' yacht, competed in the World Masters Laser competitions all around the world, and loved to spend as much time on a bike as possible.
Spending time around bikes became a great retirement challenge for him and he always encouraged us to take up the sport.
It certainly rubbed off on all of us!
Both Phil and I are avid cyclists and our younger brother Andy owns a bike store "Cycleheaven" in York where he actively campaigns and promotes safe cycling.
Our step sister Sare keeps us in check with her own fantastic cycling endeavours in South Africa and in so many ways cycling has brought us all together. We miss you Dad!!!

Its my goal to complete 100 miles every Memorial day to keep our loved ones Memories alive and to remember those who have sacrificed theirs.

Survivor - Junk in Cycle Lanes

2009-05-22T15:04:00.000-07:00

Last week my twin brother wrote a great blog entitled Snakes and Ladd ers. The theme of the blog was based on the ups and downs of training and the frustration it can sometimes bring. The irony of Snakes & Ladders was not lost on me or probably any cyclist who adorns the roads of Texas.

Just today I saw a Texas Copperhead which decided to venture out onto the asphalt just as I was taking a drink. If that wasn't enough I can't recall a day that I don't see a ladder or two neatly brushed aside of the road into......YES!!! you've got it the cycle lane.

I used to ride with one spare tire but now I am practically a Michellin Tires shareholder. Its absolutely amazing what you see in the road when your cycling...... apart from the "Snakes and Ladders".

When I was a sixteen and living in Singapore my brother Phil and I went on a Jungle survival course with the ANZUK Forces. It was an amazing experience for a teenager and very similar to what we have been subjected to on TV for the last 6 years on American TV

"Survivor 6!"

"Survivor Strikes Again"

"Return of the Survivor"

You get the idea!!!

Unlike the Survivor series we were left to fend for ourselves without the smiley faced "Jeff Pr obst" coming out of the bushes and telling us we had to have a tribal council.

The thought occurred to me today in my solitary semi-delusional heat impacted state as I reached my 40 mile marker.

What if I were stuck on a desert Island? ...or in some desolate jungle?

Could I possibly survive with just the junk I pass on my rides?

Lets see now:

Ladder - For collecting coconuts, collecting palm fonds, bridging rivers

Mattresses - Certainly an upgrade to sleeping on Palm Fonds

Plywood - To build my palatial abode (Of course we all know there are nails on the road)

Lawn Furniture - To set up a bridge table to play cards with the monkeys

Sod - To landscape around my Palatial abode

Lawn Tools - Weapons of mass destruction (If you knew my gardening skills you would know)

Potted Plants - Something to talk to

Tell me what interesting items you've come across to add to my "Survivor Island?

Many moons ago while sailing around the Caribbean I had a favorite place to hang out which very much resembled the type of Palatial Palace that can be made of junk called "Bomba's Shack" Bomba essential built his establishment on any scraps of driftwood or junk that washed up in Cane Garden Bay.

Unfortunately there aren't too many Bomba's in the world to pick up after us! so lets keep it clean out there.

The Cheetah is fast But !!!!

2009-05-17T13:38:00.000-07:00

A couple of months ago I was suffering from insomnia and found myself watching a documentary in the early hours of the morning revealing the fastest animals on the planet. The results were fascinating, especially number 10 which is now firmly etched in my brain.

1. Cheetah (Speed in mph :70 )
2. Pronghorn Antelope (Speed in mph :61 )

3. Wildebeest (Speed in mph :50 )

4. Lion (Speed in mph :50 )

5. Thomson's Gazelle (Speed in mph :50 )

6. Quarterhorse (Speed in mph :47.5 )

7. Elk (Speed in mph :45 )

8. Cape Hunting Dog (Speed in mph :45 )

9. Coyote (Speed in mph :43 )

10. Bad Tempered Spandex Muncher on Olde Washington Road

(Speed in excess of 33 mph )

All I can say in National Geographic's defence is that perhaps the dog that chased me today was probably not from this Planet, but sent down to create a colony of dogs whose sole aim in life is to torment:

Cyclists
Mailmen
Pizza Delivery
Newspaper Delivery
Cats
Cars

Don't get me wrong, I am a huge dog lover and one that has nursed his fair share of dogs in his time.You think they would know? Perhaps I can get a "Florence Nightingale for Dogs" sticker to put on my bike. A kind of "get out of jail free" card for cyclists, where the pursuing dog will notice the membership and revert to the next rider in line.

When the "Beast of Burden" started to make chase I thought about Mark Cavendish or Chris Hoy and that even if I could manage 2/3rds of their sprinting skills I may have a chance. The faster I went the more the beast drooled looking at my latex clad backside as his own personnel Sunday Lunch.

This beast didn't care about the veggies or gravy all he wanted was Rare Rump!!!

After I finally evaded the dog I looked back fearing that Andy & Sean (My cycling buddies) would be a mess of gnarled bodies lying by the roadside I was surprised to see the dog was not even interested in them.

When I got home later and plugged in my Garmin I was not surprised at all that my heart rate had topped 190 bpm and my speed had passed the 30 mph. This got my thinking how fast could one actually go on a bike.

In track sprint racing riders are timed over the final 200 metres and top riders will regularly clock under 11 seconds which is close to 40 mph. I know from experience that a road with a gradual downgrade and a following wind are optimum for higher speeds.

Add in a "Beast" for good measure and who knows?? (More on the subject)

For those of you who have there own neighborhood harbinger of terror here are a few good links:

"But Why? Some say the Moon?

2009-05-13T17:24:00.000-07:00

In the transformational style of JFK we were asked the simple question of where our motivation lies..... He goes on to say "We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organise and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win".
Training, and in particular cycling holds the same challenges as long as we except the basic tenets:

Challenge is one that we are willing to accept

Challenge is one that we are NOT willing to postpone

I could very easily get up when I wake up (Now there's a Novel idea) have a hearty breakfast at Denny's or some hash browns at Mc Donald's.
I would then head out for a leisurely 10 mile ride at a brisk pace while trying to convince myself that I am exceeding the 30 min per day of exercise the Surgeon General has recommended for my basic well being.
After all that would be quite civilised. I could even meet some like minded people on the road and discuss "Leno" or other shows that you have to stay up late to see. (Bedtime is now 7 pm)

Its difficult to acknowledge, especially as you start getting into the age stratosphere of 40+ that training has elevated itself from a routine exercise to a major challenge. Those motivational juices that were once easy to cunjure become more and more difficult to stir up.
Fortunately, for me I have my own specialized custom made cattle prod in the way of my twin brother , who is also vying for the same goals.

During the Week
Do I like getting up at 3:00 am? then eating something that has the texture of cardboard and the taste of grass. As I drive to the Gym...... my X-Menesque vision can see normal people sound a sleep dreaming of waffles and pancakes. I used to promise myself that I would train after work, but as each day ended with a poor fatigued excuse I realized I had to steal some time from the other end of the day.
The morning does works for me quite well, especially as I feel so energised in starting my day but I have to admit on occasions the alarm clock has seen time fly! Only to be picked up and patched up with another layer of duct tape when I get home.

The Weekend Rides
I used to like riding with people who were slower than me. It would be a great opportunity to slow down, rest, catch my breath while convincing myself that I must be good if I am waiting for someone twenty years younger than me to catch up.

It wasn't until I heard that expression "Lipstick on a Pig" that it started to make sense.
Convincing myself that I was an average rider was only a different color of "Lipstick" and the only way I would ever improve was to cycle with riders far better than myself, and go much further than what was comfortable for me.

It sucks trying to keep up with that fast Pace Peloton, and just when you think they are waiting for you at the top of the hill as you are doing the best impression of the "I think I can" steam engine they "charge off" again leaving you with the firm resolution to set your alarm clock ten minutes earlier.

There are no easy fixes! all the lipstick in Macy's is not going to help. If you want to be a stronger rider you have to work harder, not hard.

This time last year I started training hard for a fantastic August event we have in Texas called the "Hotter than Hell" 100 Mile Endurance Ride. I finished the grueling ride in just under 5 hours having an average speed of 20 mph by far my best time in any cycling event to date.

Last year it was my challenge! My moon but this year is different!

I will be accompanied by my twin brother and his friend Simon from England and my regular "young buck" riding buddies Dave,Kenny, Brooke & Scott from Houston.

So the Question is "But Why 20mph....... Some say 22mph? ...That wouldn't be me of course.

Dutch Courage..I am feeling Strong Today!!!

2009-05-07T14:53:00.000-07:00

In the seventeenth century, long-standing trade rivalries and naval jealousies between England and the Netherlands erupted into the Anglo-Dutch Wars. The conflicts gave rise to the plethora of derisive "Dutchman" expressions. One of the more poignant of these notably being the term "Dutch Courage".
Dutch Courage can be traced to the practice of certain Dutch Admirals who allowed their men to drink copious amounts of hearty libations before engaging the enemy. The English took the opportunity to spread some idol gossip that their naval adversaries courage was directly proportional to the amount of Bols Gin they consumed.
Perhaps Gauguin himself had two many "Sloe Gins" and some "DC" when he lopped Van Gough's ear off .Heck! Even Herbert Spencer got in on the act by establishing in his work "The Study of Sociology" ..."The fact that a dose of brandy,by stimulating the circulation, produces Dutch courage" as it is called.
Myself and my fellow riders have claimed our own form of "Dutch Courage" in the form of the colourful bottle of "5 hour Energy"

The first time I sipped this elixir of energy I could almost hear the Mad Hatter laughing as he chased Alice around the Tea Table. I was hoping to feel like Popeye after a few cans of Spinach, switching the forearm development into 2 huge piston like calf's ready to take on the steepest hill the road could offer.
It says a great many things on the bottle, but regardless of the chemical and nutritional values of the ingredients it may contain it has become our own "Dutch Courage"......our own significant " I am feeling strong today potion"

The potion that:

Keeps the wind at our back
Ensures that any speeding motorists spill their coffee in their laps
Keeps flat punctures at bay
Gives us the courage to explore new routes

but more importantly enables us to have a toast for a good days ride CHEERS!!!

Face Value

2009-05-02T13:47:00.000-07:00

It was my intention to write a Blog about finally getting back in the saddle after spending two weeks nursing my badly torn hamstring......... I was going to Blog about how much fun it was to get back on the road with my buddies Sean & Andy and congratulate each other about our average speed and how well we have been progressing.
I had the whole Blog churning in my head as I started my car in Zube Park while chugging down my recovery drink and pulling out the parking lot.

After a mile or so down the freeway I had already thought about some funny one liners for the Blog and those "Longhorn Cows" that were more horn than Cow......

By the time I had pulled onto FM1960 (Farm to Market Roads) my Saturday blog was all but published in my mind......but then I got distracted!! My car needed washing

The Farm to Market Roads of the old Texas South,were interesting roads, roads that Willie Nelson used to sing about, where trucks laden with livestock and families headed into town.

Now the newer versions are littered with Strip malls, Starbucks and Fastfood establishments. One thing that hasn't changed over the years though is the American entrepreneur spirit
I remember many years ago when my father was stationed in Texas with the Royal Air Force, my brother Phillip and I sold lemonade on a street corner to make some extra money.

Today was no different, when the sun is out after a rain drenched week you will see a multitude of organisations offering to wash your car for one cause or other.

On the first of many blocks there were the Jessica Simpson like Cheerleaders, waving there POM POMS!! and luring my car to get a wash while sponsoring their Marching Band. Next it was the Men's Lacrosse Team Fundraiser (However all the team were again dressed like Cheerleaders and doing a number on my cars psych.)

Then I passed the:

the basketball car wash
the softball car wash
the frisbee car wash
the soccer car wash

I had just about decided that I was going to get the squigee and sponge out myself on arriving home when I saw a young lady standing on a street corner with a very simple but poignant sign. "Car Wash to raise money for a Kidney Transplant". This was it!!

I turned off at the next street proceeded to get lost and finally found my way back to the designated Car Wash Area.

I must say it was a privilege to be in the company of such magnificent "Texans" This whole family and friends were making every effort they could in raising money for a family members Kidney Transplant. We chatted a while and very soon I started to understand a lesson I learnt a long time ago while helping with United Way Charities in San Francisco.

" We can add monetary value to any charity we wish by a simple click of a mouse, but its the true "Face Value" which really has the most significance. By simply letting people know that you care is a gift in itself and one that requires so little effort. My car looks great!!...and feels fantastic, and I am determined to experience more FACE VALUE to the charities I cycle for. And to my new friends, my heart and prayers are with you.

The Competitive Curse

2009-05-01T05:24:00.000-07:00

Its been two weeks since I have climbed on my bike and it hasn't been fun. Its not for the want of cycling, or the need to control my ever expanding waistline, but a pesky injury that has the best of me. The "Hamstring" or to get really technical the bicep femoros. During the month of April I have had the pleasure of my twin brother visiting me, and ever since we were able to crawl everything was a competition. There were many:

First of all it was "Who could crawl to the piece of chocolate mum dropped on the floor the fastest.
Who could scream the loudest
Who could wear the most food on their face
Who could step on the most bugs
Who could eat the most bugs
Who could eat the most bugs without getting sick first
Who could get detention the most..............and the list goes on!

Then we got older and our priorities changed. The world of Girls and the world of Sports brought on a whole new dimension of competition, especially as we seemed to like the same girls and the same sports and our innocent competition evolved into a dimension of ruthless abandon.
The weekend before Philip left to go back to England we went to our company picnic and participated in a "Softball" match. Before I recall the match review, I do have to point out that after getting hit in the chest by a lovely, spirited, scintillating line drive there is nothing soft about the ball at all. I felt like I had been shot by a cannon. Phil & I were chosen as the two team captains as we were the only ones who had never played the game before. Phil was designated as his teams pitcher while I scurried out to the outfield to presumably be away from as much action as possible. (That to was a mistake)
When it was eventually my turn to bat I had to do the obligatory Babe Ruth "Called Shot"
gesture to my twin who in response threw the ball quite close to my left ear.
Eventually I managed a decent hit and after scampering to second tried my luck at stealing a base. (This was another mistake......and a further confirmation that the expression "Don't try this at home" should be taken seriously) As I slid into third base I felt the sickening sensation of the muscle tearing at the back of my leg and realised as I was called "OUT" that this competition dilemma with my brother had to end.......BUT WE DID WIN!!!!!!

My Mule....Beauty and the Beast

2009-04-25T06:19:00.000-07:00

I first set my eyes on my "Rowley" in Cairo when the geriatric hay burner was munching on some poor chap's dress socks. It soon became evident that "Rowley" was a true character. Apart from being uncomfortable in the middle and dangerous at both ends "Rowley" displayed a unique resemblance to my old school Latin Teacher - Mr Jones. They both knew when you weren't paying attention and usually took advantage of this opportunity.
Being blindsided by a blackboard duster is as equally painful as being bitten on your backside by a Mule, especially if you tie the beast up to a granite rock. "Rowley" is all about comfort and by that I mean whats comfortable for him. With his Pith Helmet and desert issue Boots he certainly isnt in the mood to sacrifice practicality to style.

"Fuji -San" has similar traits to "Rowley"!! She will gladly dump you on the asphalt if you misbehavior. Unlike "Rowley" she is blessed with great looks and is as light as a feather and does not like anything attached to her unless they are part of the riding process...... No Tassels or Bells! Panniers are strictly forbidden however like Rowley a small compass or Garmin is acceptable. She has no problem letting me take her anyway I like as long as the road is smooth and the pace is fast.

"Travel With my Mule" Website

2009-04-25T05:53:00.000-07:00

When the first pioneers opened up the great continents of the world they were never alone.Without the roads or highways that we now take so much for granted they made their own trails.They were accompanied by mules that carried all that they needed to survive, as well as the weight of expectation on their broadest of shoulders.
Whether through deserts or over mountains the mule stubbornly resisted the concept of failure and brought their masters home.
As the world has moved on, we have had to adapt to new challenges. My challenge which is mirrored by my twin brother Phil and a small group of individual riders is outlined in our new Website http://www.travelwithmymule.com/ Our aim is to set out on new trails to: Raise awareness in environmental issues Participate in charity fund raising events. Promoting a more healthy lifestyle. The faithful four legged creatures are now replaced by our two wheeled cycles, but we still carry the same weight of expectation.

The website is intended to provide as a focal point for cycling charity events where like minded people will be invited to post blogs or become involved in discussion groups. (The Trading Post) and The Stable

The Blacksmiths Bin where we will record our cumulative ride tallies and monies raised.

Our ultimate aim is to form our own social International cycling team/membership called ‘Travels with my Mule’ to collectively take part in international charity events. Although there will be no costs for membership there will be an opportunity to purchase team cycle shirts in due course depending on level of interest.

Each of our Mules depicted in the Website have their own unique personalities that are reflective of their rider.........see next weeks blog!

Competition - Close Shave

2009-04-13T04:59:00.000-07:00

With only 5 days to go until the start of this years MS-150, Phil my twin brother from England and I have been training hard to get in some well needed "saddle time". Growing up a "twin" has always been an adventure, and no more is this adventure more evident than in our respective competitive pursuits.

Whether it was rugby, sailing, or cycling we always pursued that additional "edge"

Two years ago when Phil came over for his first ever MS150 we scoured many biking magazines and articles to get the best advantage we could. We made our bikes as light as possible, tuned them to perfection and then focused our sights on Form, Style and "Personnel Aero Form Dynamics". I am not sure if PAFD is actually a real term but it sounded good and the findings were unanimous......We had to be like the "Tour Boys" and shave our legs and indulge in the mysterious purchase of a manicure and pedicure.

This may sound like a simple endeavour but as things materialized it was a great bonding session normally reserved for stranded shipwreck victims on a Desert Island - "Sharing the same sense of helplessness"

Phil & I were lured into the Spa which with its sweet music and allure of Eastern promise was a poor disguise for its true intent. The petite Vietnamese girls were busily scurrying around mothers and grandmothers who were there for there weekly manicure and pedicures. "Pik Kolar" they said warmly pointing to a large selection of brightly coloured nail varnish bottles. We looked at each other for a second and as if being maneuvered by the same puppet master both shook our heads in unison and laughed. "We don't want any color" we stated, puffing out our chests in our exerted macho bravado. "We are riding this weekend and need to have our hands and feet in good order.......and if possible do you have a lawn mower"?

The first part of the Spa treatment "Manicure & Pedicure" was fantastic!!! For those male readers who have not experienced this well kept secret it is a MUST. They have these great chair that envelope you into a massage like trance as cool waters run over your feet.

The Spa was full. To my left was a 73 Grandmother called "Maryanne" with purple hair, who insisted that we spoke "FOREIGN" ( I guess my cultivated Texas accent is missing a few dralls).........and to my right a 40 something single mum called "Louanne"who was accompanied by her three girls whose names I forget but all had double barrel names ending in "anne" or "sue". There were three other ladies that filled the remaining chairs all busily chatting about, nieces, nephews, shoes, and what stores were having sales.

After our P & M was over we were ushered into two separate rooms for our "shaved leg experience" By now any small talk between myself and the therapist was over and replaced by nervous anticipation. As i laid face down on a raised platform that seemed to resemble a gurney that I had seen so many times in the CSI medical examiners office.

Just when I thought I wasn't nervous I heard a blood curdling scream which had the distinct "voice recognition patterns" as my twin brother. The laughter...... and I mean rapturous deep belly laughter that came from my mouth was short lived as tears swelled from my eyes in response to the searing pain emanating from the back of my legs.

I then heard Phil laughing .......(NOT FUNNY) at my obvious displeasure and thus began the vicious cycle, laugh, cry, laugh, cry which lasted for the next 25 minutes and 53 seconds. As we finally left the confines of our respective dungeons, a deathly silence fell around the Spa, as Phil and I like two "slaughtered lambs" effected our escape as the purple haired lady acknowledged our heroic acts.

Last week of Serious Training

2009-04-07T15:09:00.001-07:00

Team Members, here's a few Rides to consider this weekend? Dave Hill, myself and my twin bro will be riding them all.

Thursday evening from 5:00pm till Dark - Memorial Park "Circuit"
Friday @ 0800 Zube Park - 40 Miles
Saturday "Katy Ram Challenge"
Sunday @ 0800 Zube Park
If you are going to make it leave a comment or contact Dave or myself

Swanee

2009-04-04T18:57:00.000-07:00

Swanee a song made famous by Al Jolson is now my official "get up and go song" as the Swan River here in Perth has revived my marvel at natures beauty and how a well developed and organised city can make a difference in keeping its people happy. You ROCK Perth !!!! Perth is a mixture of Boston, San Francisco, Cape Cod and Napa Valley, with inhabitants who are just amazingly friendly. One challenge this morning was coming across an organised run. As I was merrily pedaling along I passed a lone runner coming my direction with a number proudly worn on the front of his shirt. If he was the "fox" then there were over a thousand hounds right behind him munching on his heels. Not wanting to be part of the salivating pursuit I quickly took a detour and found yet another fantastic stretch of water along the Canning River, an off shoot of the main Swan River.

I might not have my usual Buddies in Dave & Andy to drive the pace, but heck, who would want to charge along at 25 mph and miss all the fantastic vista's. Apart from the conspicuous Swans, enjoying the river I saw a number of nest that look like they were the home of a small elephant or terodactyl. I am told these are sea eagles who are rumoured to carry away small calf's or even an odd poodle. Off again this afternoon after my I pod is charged up.

Calm Before the Storm

2009-04-04T03:38:00.000-07:00

Port Hedland (Western Australia)
After Spending a week in a town that was not included in one of the "breath taking" wide shot, back drops from the new Film Epic "Australia" I am glad to report I have escaped.
Port Hedland is essentially a huge Iron Ore Facility in the middle of nowhere. Because of this little luxuries are scarce and that includes accommodation which is a premium.
Because of this a recent addition to Port Hedlands Hotel opportunities materialized as the accommodations grew short it was decided to turn the towns detention center into a Hotel....mmmmm Motel.....mmmm Camp!! Although most of the razor wire had been removed the ambiance was quite reminiscent of something Al Capone saw at Alcatraz.

I have now reached the civilized city of Perth. Right now Perth could actually be Cleveland or Coventry, Siberia our outer Mongolia, it doesn't make any difference because I have escaped!!!!

Hilton Hotel, Crisp White Sheets & shower that actually resembles the purpose for which it was designed.

The time is clicking now with only two weeks to go until the MS 150 there is no other place I would rather be to embrace the CALM before the storm. Perth is a "Bike Friendly" City and the routes and scenery breathtaking. I borrowed a bike today from a Perth work colleague who lives in a a suburb about 12 miles North of the city. I headed west to the coast and a beautiful Indian Ocean.

There was a healthy sea breeze blowing but it didn't phase me because the scenery was fantastic. I headed south to Freemantle and then East to Perth and the Swan River. Half way along the Southern part of the River is a Hobie Cat rental business where I had a two hour pit stop to cool off and sail backwards and forwards across the River.............BLISS!!!!!

After the sail I jumped on the bike (Bit sandy, soggy and burnt) and cycled for another 10 miles around the river and back to the hotel. Going to push it hard again tomorrow and with a better appreciation for the route I am looking forward to a great Sunday on the road.

WWLD?

2009-03-21T10:12:00.000-07:00

Today was a great Ride and a Great Turn Out as four of us executed a 40 mile route from Zube park.
Dave, Kenny, Sean and myself.
Dave was a horse as always and did most of the pulling but for one rare opportunity I did feel my old form start to creep back as I took the lead on a very fast stretch.

We soon caught up with a 40 - Deep "double banked Peleton" in cruise control that was as wide as a large elephants backside. Its always a challenge passing riders at high speed but more daunting is when they are double banked...or should that be baked?

From the back I heard Dave & Kenny shout "WWLD". I started to salivate at the thought that this might be a new restaurant like KFC or TGIF.......A burger at this stage of the ride sounded like a great idea as I felt the sugar pumping into my legs as we scurried along at 20 + mph.

WWLD I questioned innocently feigning my desire for a "Triple layer Sandwich"

WWLD =What Would Lance Do? ....Dave shouted laughing.......

Suddenly the double banked Peleton turned into the Champs Elysee's with the Arc de Triomphe beckoning.......The streets were paved with every ex girlfriend that did me wrong, and every bully I ever encountered in life.......Rose Petals fell from the sky and Lance was by my side.

Well Paddy you are kind of a Texan "So what are you going to do" asked Lance with his Yellow leaders shirt reflecting the magnificence of the day.

Before I knew it we had flown by the Peleton and the smell of road kill replaced the sweet smell of Paris Pastries.

Lance was no longer there and my heart was reminding me that I maybe pushing it a little. Great ride! and Great Company!!

Sundays ride was accompanied by Andy & Sean, it was blowing a bit but we prevailed.

Miles for the Week 145

Ultimate Defiance

2009-03-20T16:04:00.000-07:00

We have all had that experience once in our lives.....some of us more than once when we have just had enough!!!! In the UK they have a very quaint expression for this phenomena called "Throwing the toys out of the pram". It really doesn't need much explaining but to give you a good definition I would say its when you Really.... really.... really...... really...... lose all sense of reality and make a right royal mess of the nursery, toys all over the floor, dummies spat left right and centre, buggies over etc etc...........Get the picture!!!!
I found evidence of such extreme defiance on my ride today. As we were meandering through a sun filled Terry Hershey Park a solitary Pacifier lay dormant in the middle of the cycle path. This once cherished "Binky"; this object of nurturing wonder left deserted on the asphalt. Would the Queen abandon her crown? The bishop his Chalice? Perhaps the moisture content of the poor lads "huggies" had got the better of him? or maybe it wasn't a baby at all? History recalls a number of examples worthy of "Toy Throwing".

Napoleon decided to attack Russia after being spurned by Josephine.
Paris Hilton discovered jail did not have room service or organic cotton sheets.

Or maybe the thought of the MS150 Houston to Austin Bike Ride being only a month away is getting "too close for comfort"

19th - 22nd March Challenge is on!!!

2009-03-18T14:32:00.000-07:00

Training is upping the Ante with an ambitious 4 Day Challenge!!!!

Thursday Evening 18:00 Memorial Park - Various
Friday 1:00pm Terry Hershey Loop - 40Miles
Saturday 08:00 Zube Park - 40 Miles
Sunday 08:00 Zube Park Ride 40 Miles

Directions to Zube Park :Take HWY 290 to Roberts Rd. exit. Turn North (right) on Roberts Rd. The park is about a 1/4 mile North of HWY. 290 on Robert's Road on the right.
http://www.northwestcyclingclub.com/club/clubinfo/maps/The%20Map%20NWCC.pdf

Watch for the Kangaroo Flag!!!

The ....."Jump Start"

2009-03-14T03:40:00.000-07:00

.When I look at the calender I can see the big red square now ominously pulsating its recognition that its only a month away until the MS150.
For some of us training is a delight......gorgeous sun drenched mornings, no wind and every car passes you at slow speed and waves kindly.....Yea Right!!!
For others it seems like a chore....Especially Yesterday afternoon when Dave & I battled a torrential downpour. As I keep reminding my cycling buddies, any ride day could be a rain day, so its good to get your training in through different environments.

I have been stuck in Asia for 5 weeks so it can be quite daunting to get back into the cycling , and pretend you were at the same level before you left. This is when I adopt my JUMP START method....Its not for the faint of heart and requires some discipline in the stretching department.

I push my self really hard for three days in a row but after each ride I make an appointment with a massage therapist. Three Hard Rides = Three Long Massages. I make a point of letting my therapist know that I need stretching out really well and that I am not there to listen to Elevator Music and smell the latest blend of Aroma Therapy.

As I come out from my massage I see all these happy people with glowing demeanor's as if they are floating on a cloud of Bliss. I on the other hand feel like I have been engineered into the human Pretzel.........Still I am ready to ride again tomorrow!!!!!!!! Lets get going.

On the Road Again

2009-03-12T02:29:00.000-07:00

All though there are some training rides this weekend Dave and I are opting out because of the location of the rides and the road surface in those areas which is great if you like to spend the day changing tires.

Instead our plan is as follows:

Friday 1:00pm Terry Hershey Loop - 38 Miles

Saturday 07:30 Terry Hershey Big Loop - 62 Miles
Sunday 08:00 Zube Park Ride 40-50 Miles

Directions to Zube Park :Take HWY 290 to Roberts Rd. exit. Turn North (right) on Roberts Rd. The park is about a 1/4 mile North of HWY. 290 on Robert's Road on the right.

http://www.northwestcyclingclub.com/club/clubinfo/maps/The%20Map%20NWCC.pdf

Watch for the Kangaroo Flag!!!

Lost my Marbles.....Travel Fatigue

2009-03-06T17:20:00.000-08:00

Currently at Singapore Airport awaiting my Steam Pigeon. I thought I would be home this weekend to cycle but for some reason I missed a day......its not quite the same as loosing your marbles but pretty close. Its always been a challenge talking to people a day behind you, its more difficult too to make plans when suffering from travel fatigue..........Next Week for Sure!!!

Make up for lost time - Weekend Rides

2009-03-05T02:29:00.000-08:00

There does finally appear to be a light at the end of the tunnel as I plan my exit strategy for departing Singapore.

In an attempt to catch up with my other cycling cohorts I am considering a way to leave the Orient and get in some valuable training at the same time. The "Flying Bike".

I know I would probably miss out on the peanuts and warm towell but it would certainly be far more exciting especially going through North Korean airspace.

Houston is looming (Planned escape Thursday) and this weekend may see my bike out on the road again in Sundays "Continental Classic".

Saturday I am planning on the Terry Hershey Loop @ the usual time of 0700 but I am deffinateley going to be "off" my usual pace so this might me a casual warm up.

Hope to see you out there!!!

Training Woes.....Nee Howwww

2009-02-28T18:31:00.000-08:00

One thing I like about my job is that its always exciting and keeps me motivated through a series of challenges. When those challenges grow to Everest like propoptions and you feel like a "Sherpa" carrying the six tents, five casses of Champagne, a pet poodle and a set of croquet, in a snow storm the novelty wears off......
Ok I am not in the Himilayas,.......and I am prone to dramatic utterences, but I am a darn sight closer to them than my bike in Houston, which is probably wondering if it will ever enjoy the thrill of a hot pursuit again.
This Asian trip has trip has already seen me on 7 planes which have included 23 packs of peanuts, 18 bloody mary's and 28 hot towels. I have seen Quantum of Solace so many times that I know exactly how many ice cubes James has in his Martini, and the only thing that really keeps changing is the length of the seat belt which is expanding rapidly from my lack of training.

Hopefully next weekend I can get escape from Singapore!!!

Singapore Sling

2009-02-17T22:09:00.000-08:00

While my fellow cyclists back in Houston are "hopefully" getting some training in I am stuck in Singapore (See Crane Test Pic) climbing numerous ladders in numerous shipyards as well as battling huge temperature changes.

AC - Humidity from Hell - AC ........Its like Houston in August but with a pair of coveralls ans steel boots.

Needless to say training has been limited. Only today after ten days in Singapore did I make it to the Gym which was well worth a visit with state of art machines and fixtures that make 24 Hour Fitness look very Pre-historic. Off to China tommorow!!!!

Weekend Ride Opportunities 7th & 8th February

2009-02-06T08:32:00.000-08:00

Saturday 7th February
David Hill & I will be riding the "Ducks" ride tomorrow (MS150 Sanctioned Training Ride- See Event Schedule) with Renee. Watch for the Flag!
Sunday 8th February
Dave will be doing the usual Terry Hershey (4 Park Combo) while I will be at 30,000 feet on my way to Singapore.

Rooster Tails, Tire Blow Out, "Cramps" and Road Debris

2009-02-01T12:02:00.000-08:00

Saturday 31st January

Saturdays Ride was the " 4 Park Combo" and provided us with some welcome training mates. Louis, brought Justin & Shelden to form their own unique version of the "Three Trini-in-teers" ensuring that Trinidad is well represented in the training series and the BHPB bike team. Considering the weather in Port of Spain rarely drops below 80 Degrees Justin & Sheldon were quite surprised that it took so long for the feeling to come back to their fingers and toes.
On the subject of weather the chilly morning was also commented on by two other team mates, Suzanne and Kelly who happen to deal with the weather professionally on a daily basis, and were much more prepared than the rest of us.
All the riders appeared to have fun and it was wonderful to get a good number (7) out for the training session. I know they will appreciate their hard work on "Ride Day"
Talking about Hard Work! Sunday was a Challenge.

Sunday 1st February
Sundays ride was called "Bike the Rescue" which helps towards Houston Animal shelters.
Dave Hill and I were joined on Sunday by one of our new training buddies from Saturday "Suzanne" who reminded us that wearing heels after a training session to go the theater was a BAD!!! IDEA Thank Goodness for Intermissions!!!

Dave and I were opting for the longest of the rides offered (64 Miles) so we started in a different group than Suzanne. We started at a blistering pace and led the way for 8 miles or so, getting into a good rhythm with a Pace line that clearly wanted to get home for breakfast.

The overnight rain made visibility poor with us all sporting muddy "Rooster Tails" off our back wheels, which was delightful especially cycling over the "Road Kill".

Riding in a fast group is exhilarating and fun but focus is paramount, especially when you blow out your front tire at the front of the group travelling 22 mph. Emergency Maneuvers are normally required, as was the case this morning.
After a quick tire change we hit the road again in earnest only to encounter some strong winds and possibly some of worst roads in Texas with respect to roadside debris.
Once we hit the 45 Mile marker we missed a crucial rest stop due to some "Poor Sign Management by the Ride" Organisers". It was a rest stop that I needed to fill up with water! Alas! I was now running on empty and the inevitable happened. (No Fluid intake = Good Chance of Cramping)
"An intense, involuntary contraction of a muscle"
For those of you who have not yet experienced the pain of cramping when cycling its not much fun. (See Web Site and Blog Index for Cramp mitigation measures)
Dave was a fantastic team mate and as we pushed on with many short stretching stops to finish with a respectable 18. 4 mph average for the 64 mile course.

BHPB Team Training & Instruction Class

2009-01-30T16:06:00.001-08:00

Mark Your Calender ! We are all getting together! Its one thing to support MS, but its another to get hurt while doing it! Every year I see a number of unfortunate riders in the back of SAG trucks or sitting by the side of the road with bruises and bumps - some a little more serious!

We need to understand limitations of ourselves, our bikes, the road........and in some cases the people we ride with.

Join with us on Sunday February 22nd 2009 to MEET your fellow Team mates and get some insight on how to acheive this ride and other biking events safely.

http://www.cycleheavenusa.com/BearCreekClass.html

Sat 31st and Sunday 1st Feb

2009-01-28T14:26:00.000-08:00

This Weekend Dave Hill and I are doing our usual 4 Park Combo on Saturday morning starting at 0700 at the parking lot under the Toll Plaza (Beltway 8 & HWY 10) Terry Hershey Entrance.

All are Wellcome!!!

Sunday we are doing the organised "MS150" reccomended ride

Ride the Rescue - Tom Bass Park (Beltway 8 and Wwy 288) - Start Time 0800 (30, 50 = 65 Mile Routes) We will have the team flag flying:

http://www.ridetotherescue.org/wuwu_ssi_home.asp

This is supporting Animal Shelters

The "Frostbike Ride" starts with a thaw.

2009-01-25T10:38:00.000-08:00

Saturday - This weekend was a great one!! First of all we were joined by two new and keen cyclists in the form of Erin and Allie (I hope I got the spelling right) who joined Louis (who is starting to look like a pro now) and David Hill and myself on our usual Quadruple park Combo.

Its always great talking to new riders to see what motivates them and share in their enthusiasm for getting out on the road. After all it was a bit nippy on Saturday and I am sure the lure of a nice warm "sleep in" is very tempting to most.

The ride went well except for a few punctures on the way for Louis and Erin but we still managed a respectable 45.5 miles.

Sunday - Saw the first official training ride of the season for the MS150 and there was a reasonable turn out on a Chilly Morning at CY - Fair College Campus of about 500 riders. Dave Hill and I were joined by Rene to make up the BHPB contingent, and we all agreed to push for the maximum course distance of 55 Miles.

We started with a fast pace to try and get clear of the slower riders and quickly found ourselves stuck in an "erratic" paceline of 20+ riders. The pace kept on fluctuating between 19 - 22 mph and it was difficult to get a good cadence going with alot of "stop start" action.

Finally it got too much and on one corner Dave and I hit the top gear and raced ahead to form our own paceline joining with two other riders for the remaider of the ride.

Although the advertised ride indicated 55 Miles both our guages gave us 51, so not to be out done by our target of 100 miles for the weekend we looped through a couple of neighborhoods to get the extra miles in.

It was a great start for our first Official ride, and unlike our jaunts through the parks we were able to get a good guage of our average on the road which turned out to be a respectable 2o mph for the 55 Mile circuit.

After a few High Fives and great enthusiasm about our average we are both looking forward to a week of hard training and some more personal time trials next weekend to push that average up.

Weekend Training Plan 24th & 25th January

2009-01-23T11:22:00.000-08:00

This Saturday Dave Hill & I will be leading a BHPB cycle team ride from the begining of Terry Hershey Park (Beltway 8 /1-10, Near Boheme St Car Park under Beltway) starting at 0700 sharp, All are welcome.

The ride will be a combination ride of Terry Hershey - Bush Park - Cullen Park - Bear Creek. This will include mileages of 12 miles through 62 depending upon your level of fitness.

On Sunday, Dave and I will be doing the Frostbike Ride and we are encouraging anyone to join us in a 18 + mph Peleton.

The Aussie Flag with the boxing Kangaroo will mark the BHPB rallying point at the Frostbike ride start.

Have a great weekend of cycling

Sunday 18th Weekly Report

2009-01-23T11:17:00.000-08:00

Weekly outside Mileage - 165 Miles
Weekly Spin - 0
Weekly Weight loss - 3 lbs
Yearly mileage - 200 Miles
Yearly Spin - 5
Yearly weight loss - 3lbs

Cyclists best friend....The Massage table

2009-01-17T12:57:00.000-08:00

Another Saturday in January and with half of Houston's joggers readying themselves for the marathon Dave Hill and I had a relatively light traffic for our ride. The morning was threatening to be cold but when the sun finally broke through it did so with a splendor typically reserved for Spring.

The ride was fantastic, I am just not sure who decided between the two of us that we would extend yesterdays total to an adventurous 62 Miles.

"lets take it easy" I kept on telling Dave, but in Texas A & M vernacular that translates to "Go as fast as you can and see if you can shake the old guy behind you".

Still we made it! A little sore but certainly pleased we pushed ourselves. Of course there were those who said they were coming and didn't who will probably wish they did when that North West wind blows in April.

Dave went home promising another 62 tomorrow but I had other plans!!!

One thing I have found about cycling is that a good massage on a regular basis helps immensely with a heavy training regime and after two hours where I felt like a piece of dough at a Pretzel Store I am ready for tomorrow.

Montivideo "Misery Bug"

2009-01-16T15:49:00.000-08:00

Feeling crook for three days now Dave Hill convinced me? Or did I convince him that we need to get 150 miles under our belts this weekend. After lying in bed all morning with a box of tissues I finally decided I need to do something proactive to "Combat" this flu I have..........something more than just taking the yellow pills and nasty cough syrup the Doctor gave me.

It tasted awful when I was a child and not much has changed!!!! Now they try and get smart and disguise the taste with bizare flavors like pina colada !!!!!!

It would be much more convincing if the prescription came with a twizzle stick and a minature umbrella.

Still later in the Afternoon Dave Hill and I did the Hershey/Bush Loop!...... all 37 .03 miles of it.

I say this......as that type of distance is normally a breeze but today it seemed to take on Everest like proportions as I vainly tried to keep pace with Dave.

The faster he went the more I coughed, which was certainly not the type of cadence setting sound either of us is used to.

I am convinced Dave must have had spinach for lunch and had seen Mr Balboa on TV last night because he was in a monstrous mood and kept asking me if I wanted to do 60+

The final hill home I found a sudden burst of pace which I directly attribute to the thought of the 60 sheep I would soon be counting as I prepare for another ride tommorow, hopefully feeling better .

Watch out Dave......Tommorows another day!!!

Training Rides - 17th & 18th January 2009

2009-01-16T06:17:00.000-08:00

This Saturday & Sunday Dave Hill and myself will be riding the

Terry Hershey, Bush Park, Cullen Park, Bear Creek Loop joined hopefully by our trusty partner Andy, who is still a bit nervous from his encounter with Jack Frost last week .

Remember the Wx on the day can be as cold or warm or wet as it is in training, and its important as a cyclist to feel comfortable in all different types of weather environments.

With just over three months to go its important to get the miles in early and get ready to RUMBLE!!!!!

I will be at the parking lot @0700 on both mornings.... and hope to have a good turn out.

Stretching....a warm up we tend to ignore

2009-01-16T04:43:00.000-08:00

Up until a few weeks ago the extent of my pre ride stretching was limited to stretching my arm out to collect my delicious "Triple Latte" from the "Starbucks Drive Through". This is my typical jump start cycle potion for the ride ahead

This year however unlike the last few years where my training regime has been mostly physical I decided to engage some brain power and extend my knowledge on both bike maintenance and care and the fundamentals of serious "Bike Training". This brings me to the topic of stretching .

Cyclists are not known for their flexibility. In sporting terms were probably as far away from ballet dancers as you can get. Nevetheless, stretching is an essential part of injury prevention and recovery strategy. (See my web page on Stretches for Cycling under "The Warm up" on training 101)

Montevideo..... Bikes & Graf Spee

2009-01-13T13:26:00.000-08:00

Ive decided to make the most of the many buisness trips I go on by either

taking my bike with me

renting a bike

or at the very least vcommenting on the bike culture in the country I am visiting.

This first trip was a short one so breaking down my bike and placing it into my new shiney (Xmas present) bike carrying case was temporarily put on hold.

For those of you dont know where Montivideo is it is located in South America, boarded just North of the River Plate that Borders with Argentina on the East Coast.

Cycling is very poular especially on Sunday Afternoons where you will see a number of enthusiastic cyclists hit the "ramblas" or waterfront Highways that stretch North and South of the Uruguay Capital.

For those really keen riders there is a the inaugual edition of the Vuelta Sudamericana (On July 26th, 2009), Cyclists participating depart Rio and travel the Costa Verde, a series of beaches and islands along the southern Brazilian coast. Turning inland, the course heads for Iguazu Falls. This system of 275 waterfalls marks the borders of Brazil, Paraguay and Argentina. From the Paraguayan capital of Asuncion, the route meanders through the agricultural lands of Las Pampas until it arrives in Montevideo.

A trip to Montivideo would not be the same without commenting upon a big influence on my life, that being Maritime History, and Montivideo has a fantastic story to tell!!!!

The Admiral Graf Spee was one of the most famous German naval warships of World War 11, along with the Bismark. Her size was limited to that of a cruiser by the Treaty of Versailles but she was as heavily armed as a battleship due to innovative weight-saving techniques employed in her construction.

She was sent to the Atlantic Ocean as a commerce raider in 1939, where she sank nine Allied merchant ships. Numerous British hunting groups were assigned to find her, with three British ships finally tracking her down in December 1939. The Battle of the River Plate ensued, during which the Graf Spee was damaged. She docked for repairs in the neutral port of Montevideo, but was forced by international law to leave within 72 hours. Faced with what he believed to be overwhelming odds, the captain scuttled his ship rather than risk the lives of his crew.

1000 Miles....but whose counting?

2009-01-05T14:54:00.000-08:00

2009 has finally arrived and with it a mad dash for all of us to get in some resemblance of bike fitness.

This weekend saw a flurry of activity with two rides:

Saturday
Was a nice 35 Mile Warm up with Dave Hill, which consisted of the Terry Hershey/George Bush Combo in which we both realized our hearts were willing but our legs were pleading for mercy. Still we laboured on to get the first one under our belts and get our training schedule started.

Sunday
Presented a nice surprise with Andy & Renee joing Dave and myself for a more challenging distance of 42 miles in the Terry Hershey-George Bush-Cullen Park - Bear Creek Combo.
I finally broke through the 1,000 mile barrier for my new bike which has been a a loyal and "very fast steed since September of last year.

Its back to work tommorow and with it my usual early morning Spining routine (More to come on this later)