When someone develops something new it almost always comes on the back of another innovation. Once something has been around a while we tend to take the original version for granted and begin to modify. Pneumatic tires over rubber, gears over fixed ratio, brakes that worked over ones that didn’t. You get the idea.

As a bicycle frame builder my journey has been just a little bit different. Prior to my first “professional” job in the bike business welding Mongoose BMX frames, I worked on bike related projects in my folks garage during the long summer days and endless nights. I started by cutting apart old, used frames and reconfiguring them for my prototype suspension or gear changing systems or whatever was on my mind. Making parts from metal takes time, tools and patience which are in short supply when the smell of sun tan lotion and FM radio waves reformed my priorities and reinforced the notion that you can want more than one thing at a time.

I soon became frustrated with the compromises, limitations, and restriction one places on him (or herself) when relying on components manufactured elsewhere or by other people with different priorities. There are many who prefer to adjust their priorities to fit what others have done before them and others who feel comfortable finding a happy medium and not “over thinking” the task at hand and just doing what was done before, finding the only unique item they have produced is the position of their logo when compared with last week. It’s good being able to nail the same target week after week but it’s really not my goal. One also has to realize that not everyone wants to chop trees on the side of an existing path when we don’t need more room on the sides.

It’s all and none of these reasons that I choose to make bikes in my own style. I don’t always want to make things harder on myself but honestly, it’s hard for me to find a part of your frame that doesn’t deserve my full attention and almost always something better than what can be found elsewhere. Besides, there are so many wonderful things that take priority over something as simple as a vehicle, like finding the source of that wonderful scent and the feeling you get when you find it.

There are times when, for one reason or another, you want something completely unique or there simply is no room for compromise or variation from the plan and it’s those times that it is often all or nothing.

The photo I posted on Instagram is a small story or a series of clues that reads left to right. I started with a bar of standard size, turned it to the correct inside and outside diameter, polished the surfaces, annealed (that is a temp sensing crayon) that will be followed with mitering to fit another tube and then welding. 100% of this frame will be made from scratch. Stay tuned.

Have a happy 2015! FTW and son

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Nice sunrise. The first of 2015

Nice sunrise. The first of 2015


First sunrise of 2015

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The Cowboy. A Christmas fiction story, just for fun.




I hated to take road trips when I was a kid but I liked the stops along the way, I liked to eat new foods and the chances to buy stuff. I wanted “girl watcher” glasses, as my mom called them, with mirrored lenses and metal frames and was able to get some as we passed through Needles in a 1972 Chevy truck. It was the Cheyenne model with dual tanks and a slider rear window.
I rode in the back of the truck with my brother, 18 months younger than me, for the entire trip from the coast of California through Arizona and Utah to somewhere half-way through New Mexico. Today that would be out of the question, putting kids in the back of a pick-up, but this was 1973.  We stopped at the tourist attractions like Stuckeys, the great meteor caverns, and the dinosaur tracks if they were open. I wondered if there was really something called a Navajo Taco but I had one and loved it. Continue reading

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Hey look I’m on TV

Here’s a short documentary made by Jake Gloss, not to toot my own horn but it is an excellent piece of work, Jake did an awesome job and is a true artist. But don’t take my word for it, have a look yourself…grab a beer too.

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The king of storms

The first good summer storm of August arrived in full force and just a few moments ago Lanie and I were enjoying cocktails on the veranda when the winds whipped up and spoiled our party. It was calm as could be at 5:30 P.M. when I finally dropped the first edition of a new 142X12 dropout on the bench and called it a day and thought about fixing the jeep and/or drinking strong ale and it was a short battle tonight.

It was 6:40 before I realized it was past 6:30 and time to shut the compressor off. Earlier the regulator started making a squealing noise that we couldn’t figure out so we just raised the air pressure to 200% of normal operating pressure which is a bit like putting out a car fire by driving so fast that the flames can’t keep up and we all find ourselves in that position from time to time. I keep that in mind when building your bikes.

As I was saying, we were relaxing on the patio when the leaves of our little Aspen tree turned upside down and told us of the immediate future. We talked about the poor guy who cares for our dirt road. It’s somehow satisfying to go over that stuff again and welcome the new contender to the King of Storms.

I feel like tonight has potential since we don’t often have a week of perfect weather without a big storm on the other end and we hadn’t seen but one bird since we sat down, that bird was on the ride of his life just trying to get home.
We retreated indoors once the violence began. I went to my room for dry clothes and noticed that the bureau was covered in fresh droplets brought on by the sudden squall so I slammed the window shut and watched the deluge as a spectator.

I remembered riding in a storm like this a couple of years ago on one of the local roads and recall being unable to see a few inches of my front rim as it sliced through the rushing water that covered the road. I carried a thin rain poncho in my saddle bag for a long time after that episode and tonight had a little chuckle at my own expense after being so totally unprepared.

I grabbed a sock out of my top dresser drawer and dried the water from the polished surface after forcing it around a bit. I then opened the drawer below and found the thin plastic garment wrapped in it’s little bag and headed for my bike, I was sure I could find room for it… ah, the storm is passing

The threat of greatness had withdrawn itself and the ground quickly absorbed the moisture that had just fallen. Here, tonight it wasn’t much but, perhaps somewhere else it was the King of Storms.

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Teaching June To Ride

Most of the time, kids are serious business to their parents. I have a couple of my own and I can tell you, it is definitely a serious business. It’s not unusual for me to teach kids how to ride, but when you are teaching another persons child; it can become quite the scene. They either ride or they don’t, there isn’t much else to say. If they don’t learn now, they will surely later when the time is right for them. Generally the kids know the risks, skinned knees or elbows or perhaps a broken arm if the crash is big enough; that was the rumor anyway. Today, with the way life and the electronic environment have commingled themselves, we are now told their may be more to worry about other than bumps and bruises.

At an earlier date I had come across a chicken-scratch written note to me, more of a reminder really. There were two names on the note, one of which seemed familiar to me but the other had me stumped. The name that I had recognized belonged to my neighbor I had an idea of who the other person was and my guess was his daughter June. The half legible reminder included both of their names, as well as a phone number where June could be reached. I wasn’t sure how to respond to orders from a child, although I was impressed by the fact that she had “inked me in” before I had even looked at my own schedule. Marked on my calender for the following Saturday: “Teach June To Ride”.

We connected by phone and made solid plans. I told her that I had found the perfect spot and that she would like having the ability to coast down a gentle hill without the worry of having to pedal to maintain speed. I think I sold the job. It was a big day for me, but she was really excited as well. Win-win scenario in my opinion.

Metal is easy, I don’t have to make myself 3 feet tall to hear it speak. Tiny little June on the other hand was a force to be reckoned with. June was six and had almost ridden a bicycle at one point, but didn’t quite make it. I think a Band-Aid or two may have been involved but I couldn’t get much more information on the outcome at the time, as she had other engagements. June is the daughter of the divorced man I used to live next door from, she had only the weekends with her dad and today was the day.

I had planned out our training day as best I could. A lesson with solid structure would be a good starting point, but knowing kids you just take things as they come. Don’t apply any pressure and don’t expect results, yet embrace whatever results you get.

On the morning of Junes’ lesson, my life Lanie and I had an awesome omelet and plenty of our usual strong coffee. As much as I like to eat all I could think was ‘today is the day! I am finally teaching June to ride!’. We listened to the radio as we waited. June and her father showed up right on time, confirmed by the sticky note left on our fridge that one weekend.

I discussed my objectives with Lanie as we searched for the perfect slope to teach June how to ride. I had envisioned the location ahead of time naturally and I had assumed that I would be able to find it without much difficulty. As it turns out it didn’t end up being so natural after all. As we viewed different areas of potential Lanie described her first experience on a bicycle, it was something of a shock to me. Not unlike any of the “You’ll learn to swim once you hit the water!” type stories you hear friends and family tell.

We finally approached a spot that I had been longing to find. It was a small grassy hill, but not too big of a challenge. It was just large enough that June would be able to get on the bike and glide with very little effort. I wanted to show her the thrills and excitement, what it was like to have the wind in your face. In my experience it’s moments like those that kept me coming back for more and I was hoping it would have the same effect on June.

Not long after the bike was pulled out the back door of the jeep, June was put on it and the lessons began. With one foot on the ground and one foot on the right pedal, I told her to put her weight down and start to go. She had a look of determination on her brow as she rode away on her first attempt. Sadly she didn’t make it very far before the bicycle and Junes’ tiny body toppled over and she began to sob. Between tears she would peek between her fingers just to be sure there was someone watching.

I can’t recall how I first learned to ride, but it certainly wasn’t anything to cry about. I don’t even remember at all actually, I have been riding for so long that the beginning of it all slips my mind.

I had to get June back on the bike, the lesson had to go on. This may have been one of the “scenes” I brought to your attention before, that pop up when teaching other peoples children. The fall wasn’t that bad, but judging from Junes’ vocal reaction you would have thought otherwise. Luckily I was able coax the tears away and talk her back onto the bicycle. She sat taller this time, her original determination reinforced. Even June knew she had to ride.

We walked back to the peak of the knoll and started again. This time though, the strong willed little June rode all the way to the bottom. The look on her face reminded me of when I taught my kids how to ride. The look of pure excitement and joy, being able to be apart of this first memorable accomplishment in their lives, it was a good feeling.

The next part of our lesson was about to begin. After a few more runs down the hill, without much effort put towards momentum, it was time to learn on flat even terrain. This I felt might be a little more challenging for June. All she had to do before was hop on and go, this however, was going to need focus and patience.

Now on a level surface, I told June to get on the bike like she had done so on the hill; left foot on the ground, right foot on the pedal ready to push off and go. We call this the “ready stance”. As anticipated this portion of the lesson was a tad more challenging. June was having difficulty maintaining her steering and the peddling combined with the chatter all at once. When you are trying to keep a 6 year old steady and moving on a bicycle you must be able to maintain your own balance as well.

I had mentioned before that I was listening to the radio earlier that morning. The hosts were talking about internet security and protecting ones identity. I wondered to myself if June would be at any risk if I posted the photos of the event on my blog. Though my camera doesn’t collect the type of information that can reveal your exact location, I didn’t know if the case were the same with my phone. I didn’t really know what was what when I read about the microphone in my cell phone having the ability to be remotely activated and “tapped” into from a remote source. I couldn’t imagine someone being so bored as to wanting to listen to me ramble and curse at people, but combined with some of the weird in the road there is potential for some abuse.

June didn’t really achieve balance on the bicycle that day. We did have a lot of fun trying to get her “six-year old self” to be less “silly” and abandon her fear of balance, but that would require more silliness. To balance it takes a certain confidence that all variable are accounted for, if not under control. Albert Einstein said that “Life is like a bicycle and to balance, we must keep moving.”.

I didn’t find it difficult to end the lesson with some tumbling on the side of the hill, complete with the plucking and tossing of daisies, given the fact that balance evaded us both that day. She on her bicycle and me with the whole idea of managing ones privacy and protecting the people that I came in contact with.

The “responsibility of my actions” part is still in question. I would like to share some photos of the day because as people, cyclists, and friends, we should be able to share what we know. I have seen photos of your kids and you have seen photos of mine because that is what people do, we build on the foundations that were laid before our arrival. But today, it’s different, and harder to understand. I would imagine that some families now “opt out” on class photos because protecting ones anonymity is becoming something of a priority in today’s society.

June will know that she needs to make her next day on her bicycle more fun than the first. My hope is that she finds it to be less risk than her public profile.



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The next season

railsThe sound of road salt being used as an abrasive against my beautiful rims grates against my nerves, like an old steel file on dried bones.

I reach the bottom of my driveway, where the road changes from down to up and from straight to left. I lean back and pedal hard, hooking my fingers around the brake hoods like the knitted and stuffed curtain monkey with Velcro hands that holds back our heavy winter drapes to reveal the sun at this time of year. Down the road a little ways lies the line between seasons, it seems. A 6 foot band that is, in a way, the separator of newly growing grass and the layer of white that is still serving as a blanket for the ground; the tracks. The rule growing up was not to cross the train tracks, but I never minded that rule much. 5aThere always seemed to be more to investigate and explore on the other side, this set of tracks was no different, only I was.

The sound of the little stream beside the road takes my mind away and holds it like a River Runmother holds a child; the gentle rushing of the water keeps me distracted after months of ice. The road rises against me and I am forced to stand and struggle against the few spots on my path that have been softened by the dappled morning sun, then only hearing my heart, I pause. Oh, to cherish and curse the same meter of turf.  I wasn’t used to feeling the sensations, all of them. By sensations, I am referring to those you feel when you ride a bike outdoors on a crisp spring morning.  It’s a lot to take in.

My body was bristling all over when, as I crested the first rise, I startled a raccoon from the middle of the road. He went racing off only to leap into the deep snow on the edge of the road. Better he than I, is what I was thinking, regaining my speed.

Getting on a bike for the first time in months and in such interesting circumstances was almost like I was getting to know myself again, testing my sensors with doses of balance, coordination and temperature limitations. When the snow melt meets my toes for the first Vinestime, I watch my pulse on the digital head unit as it quantifies my effort to reach a compromise between ambition and resources. I think about that monkey and swing from the vines.

I reach the top of the next hill. There is a marvelous sight ahead of me now, the first bit of clean pavement I’ve seen today.  It’s being used by a pick-up truck as a bypass to the highway at the moment, he is driving fast. I watch as it floats by in a delayed response to the irregular surface, caused by the freezing and thawing of the substrata; we call them frost heaves.

As my path heads due south, fully against the angle of the earth and the air that follows the road. That same air that once cooled me in the shade, fills my sails while resisting me at the same time. I try to form the perfect circles I have studied and thought about for the past five months, but my toes point down and my right heel rises against the force by swinging outboard. I feel awkward, I try adjusting my F.T. Weldclothing like it’s going to help. Climbing this hill with no warm-up, my legs feeling like the first taste of cold soup on an empty stomach.  I reach the peak and my heart rate drops pretty quick once the work is over.  Twenty years ago, if you knew me you would laugh today for so many reasons, I digress or remissness or something.

I have to apply the brakes to keep my face from getting too cold, it hurts terribly by the time I had gone a mile. The wind continues to fight me, which is a bit unfair since gravity has sought fit to take a rest and go the other way. I have to stop to warm my fingers. It’s a steep decent, 10-15% and a couple of miles down with another 125M of altitude to be bought back before I hit the highway.  I come home the same way at the end of the day.  Cheers.dunelt3

Once on the highway,  I slip into something comfortable, perhaps a 50/13  and take in a bit of the view. The road is really never level, though it is plenty wide which gives the world a curved appearance when you tilt your head a little the way I do to match the angle of the crosswind, and think about making the best of it in small ways.  It goes on for a while, all the way to Chester, but the wind doesn’t surrender before I do and head back down to Pleasant Valley road. Down into the valley I go, with the wind providing what feels like gravity. I notice I rarely stop pedaling. I laugh to myself because of the hours I have spent over the winter riding a stationary bike for no other reason than to be able to enjoy a day like today, and my legs feel like a couple of kids jumping out of a station wagon after an all-day road trip.farm2

I have the sun in my face and peel off my winter gloves. The road rolls over heirloom farmlands, that have carved and shaped the attendees to the same degree to which they have worked the land.  Warm sweet air delivered from the louvers above a low wooden shack fill my lungs as pedal over a lump  in the road. It wiggles between the old but proud buildings.  Ready with a wave and an experienced opinion, I cruise by the ancient farmer. He is tending to the boiling sap, which he does for several days nearly around the clock during sugar season, equally as hard as any other season. We are both so glad to be on to the next.

I was supposed to do intervals today and this road is perfect.  I had done a much greater quantity on the computerized device. The objective wasn’t a frame of mind, but a technical objective. Today it was just for myself, to feel something again like it was the first time. It reminded me of last spring and a time for another chance.

tree2I return home the same way, but I reduce my effort a couple of miles before the final climb. Part of me wished for a delay of the test date because the test date indicates the end of the study period, and the beginning of the reality period.  Part of me wanted a result.  I completed each of the three short, but steep climbs gathering my will and easing my burden on the 10% grades in between.  The easiest gear is the only one I can turn, but at my slow pace I have time to notice that the sun had peeled back the final layer of ice that had been keeping the winter veil before my eyes and I ready myself for the next season, the spring season.

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Aluminum 650B

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Aluminum 650B dome welds

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Aluminum 650B drop-out

Aluminum 650B

Aluminum 650B

Aluminum 650B

Aluminum 650B

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Training for days like those

photos 010I haven’t been around for a few months, ‘been workin’. Been working on saving my soul and living in the light.. That’s right, I’ve been training.

It’s not like you can be fit, and accomplish anything else at the same time. So I chose fitness over cleanliness, attentiveness, aggressiveness, beauty  and deeper reflection, all in the interests of total purity. I am bleaching my very personality of all  it’s natural traits, like procrastination and laziness, and  getting right to the task at hand. I am sorry to report what you expected to happen will be delayed until further notice… Or until I need some groceries.

photos 162You may have noted the training log I started several months ago.  I have dedicated myself to collecting data and recording it, just not in a place you will find it.  Much of it has in fact been in secret, but I continue none-the-less, with total regard for only my person.  I haven’t made those statistics available, but the chiding emails have left their impression. I have continued to train and consider the human demand for verification in the mean time.  Perhaps some day.  Hats off to Hunter Allen and Andy Coggin PhD., for writing Training and racing with power (meters) and getting me off to a good start recognizing my own obsessiveness and taking advantage of it.  For the time being, I am looking forward to my first Sunday ride with Russ and breaking his balls.  He doesn’t dabble in the internet, so our secret is safe.

I haven’t introduced you to Russ at any point in the past, but I am sure when I do, you will find him as fascinating as I do.

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We all know that to be able to ride more miles, climb steeper hills or do more gravity runs, we need to condition our bodies for the work.  We need to put time aside from our busy lives and get on a path of continual improvement.  If your schedule includes a career, preparing wholesome food to eat and caring for a family, you may have difficulty finding time.  As for me, I don’t have many interests beyond bicycles and my little circle of humans, so I tend to spend a little less of my time tinkering on old bikes and enriching my historical interest in cycling and a little more time doing what?  I didn’t say riding, I said training.

Riding is really fun. Training on the other hand, not so much. I like all the devices and wires going everywhere a bit. I often think to myself “this must be important, there are wires everywhere”. It’s the same sort of thought with setting up a fan to blow the air in my face while I ride my stationary bike. Sure, I need it to keep from getting heat stroke, but when you add that to the pixel image on Le Moniteur that I am pressing to catch and maybe even pass, it helps me get to a place where the riding seems a bit more “real”. I may not of mentioned I control his pace with a small (+/-) button on my handlebars, but that is the whole point, the distraction. All you need is an imagination.


Or maybe not. Maybe the idea is adding enough distractions and contraptions to get you by until the conditions are more favorable for more miles (not just dressing in warm clothes, and later washing the filth off your bike which I don’t care for) and more adventure.  Sort of the way a phone call or an email keeps you in touch with people you think about, without a huge block of time being spent.

I actually like riding the indoor bike quite a bit. Part of it is my imagination and the ability to put myself in a situation and exist there for a while, though the situation is completely of my own making. If I stop pedaling, I am alone in a spare room, covered in perspiration and going nowhere.  It’s only a temporary situation of my own making that will dissolve instantly in the light of day and blow away like a letter that has already been read.  The real goal is be able to make a small investment when I have a moment to spare now, to enjoy more of the real thing later. Somewhat like the other entanglements we have that are constantly blowing something in our faces.

I have a life outside. Outside the door and outside the view of others.  It’s more dangerous and stressful in certain ways than doing little or nothing, but the majority of time must be spent in challenging conditions to be able to function well in that environment called reality.  You can set up the base miles indoors or toss about words on a screen, but neither will help you balance when your grip is in question or the breeze is blowing the wrong way.  Those are your real training days and I don’t miss them by choice.


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1930’s Brough Superior

People sometimes go through what they call a “once in a lifetime experience”. Well recently I completed a project that was truly extraordinary, a “once in a lifetime” job. I was contacted by a gentlemen who restores vintage motorcycles and happens to be the only guy who restores Brough Superiors in the U.S.. I was asked if I would be interested in making a new exhaust system for a 1931 SS80, that just so happened to once belong to Steve McQueen. I took the job with enthusiasm, as this was a rare treat indeed.

1931 Brough Superior SS80 1,000cc V-Twin

1931 Brough Superior SS80 1,000cc V-Twin

Brough(Pronounced “Bruff”) Superiors were first introduced in the 1920’s and quickly became famous for their tight quality and superior performance. They were dubbed “The Rolls Royce of motorcycles” for their flashy symbolism and rather high price. The price was about $180, meanwhile the average person made about $3 weekly. Approximately 1,086 motorcycles were produced between 1922-1940 and all were built to custom fit each rider. Each motorcycle was assembled twice; once to ensure that all the parts fit properly, then it was dismantled and each part custom painted or plated, then re-assembled for final transport to be test driven and finally certified by George Brough himself. Quite a few of histories famous characters have owned a collection of these motorcycles, from Steve McQueen all the way to T.E. Lawrence (Lawrence of Arabia).

Lawrence of Arabia on his Brough Superior "George V"

Lawrence of Arabia on his Brough Superior “George V”

Oddly enough Lawrence died from injuries sustained while racing his Brough Superior named George VII. The 1931 Brough Superior SS80 I was working on, only 117 of these particular model were made in that year.

My task was no simple one for I had to fabricate, out of straight steel tubing, an intricate dual exhaust system that twist, turned and weaved through the frame and engine casing and ended at the mufflers on each side of the rear end.

Bending the tubes, in theory, was to be relatively simple. By welding a cap onto one end of the steel pipe then filling and packing the tube with sand and welding a second cap onto the end, then heating the pipe red hot, I was able to utilize an in house custom made tube bending machine to fabricate the bends and angles I desired.

Steel Exhaust, post red-hot bend.

Steel Exhaust, post red-hot bend.

Quite often the material I was using couldn’t be bent the way I needed without collapsing or splitting. I would make a partial bend on one tube, and another bend in a secondary tube then cut them down to size and weld the bends together, which the two would combine to equal the angle I needed. Rigorous hours of sanding by hand were needed after fabrication to get rid of weld lines and scratches and a final high count grid sanding to top it off and give it a shiny new look.

Under wrapping exhaust, left side

Under wrapping exhaust, left side

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Welding for the stars.

It’s time for another Metal Guru welding class at Vicious cycles in New Paltz, NY!  I should have done this blog post several weeks ago and done my part to get the word out but we have a pretty full house regardless.  Oh man, it’s a week from Saturday!

It’s really an amazing experience for me to be in a room full of people chomping at the bit to try some new stuff and you can totally feel the energy in the room. The class is totally “hands on” with each student getting plenty of time to refine their technique but the real deal starts when everyone has a hot beverage in their hand and we form a circle to talk about aluminum and there is a lot to talk about. You will tingle all over as the coffee is strong and the conversation is stimulating.

Like projects, people are all configured differently and not only do we learn how to TIG weld aluminum, we cover cleaning, mitering, de-burring as well as elements of the post weld processing as individual craftspeople we do it all with what we have or can find locally. Carl’s shop is like is like a monument to ingenuity and you can see how he does it all. The intimate nature of these events brings out the best in everyone plus the food is amazing.

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The big log.

Thanks for that bit of self indulgence Saturday.

Like most people who come here, I ride a bike. But I also like to race.  I started with BMX, and I used to race DH quite a bit. While I was satisfied with my results and spent many a day riding my brains out, it was far from a serious attempt.  I really just wanted to have fun and didn’t really train, I only practiced quite a bit. I liked to race DH and had a nice formula that often ended up with me being $250 richer and my palette pleased as well. I always awarded myself Victory pizza at Brio’s in Phonecia, N.Y., after a good result  (when that was the case).

I raced at Plattekill park in Roxbury, NY not too far from Brio’s.

It’s been a few years since then and I haven’t raced in a while, but I have to admit I have again caught the bug. Since I like shorter events, I figured I would try track (velodrome) riding. I did, and it was fun, but more difficult that I had imagined. I probably shouldn’t count on any pizza for a while.

The big problem is motivation on a daily basis. I have some, but not much or sometimes too much and don’t want to rest.  I like to ride and do well at races, but I may be afraid of hard work on a bike. I feel positive and I have been at it for a few weeks now.  I jumped when I was given a  chance to race with a NY based team Pink Rhino Racing 

I have been working hard and decided to post my training diary here in my blog.  Track racing requires more than the confidence to “pin” the jumps and a good snap is far from a win though I hope my modest resume will help to some extent.

I have a spin bike as well as rollers for the road and track bikes, some wood boxes for plyometrics as well as some basic gym stuff like a bench press and a weight bar.  The idea is to get three-four good sessions a week with some stretching and yoga mixed in.  Can I up my game in the time I have to work with?  I think so.  I may need some encouragement along the way, but I can do it. It’s winter, what are my choices? Get better or get worse… That sounds heavy.

Ill keep you updated on my progress and may be if you see me doing something stupid, someone will speak up.

Kayla rounded up some nice photos of sparks flying as Matt and I move some metal. Check out this photo set!

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