Life On Two Wheels

Along the river and toward the mountains a morning shadow shimmers across the road. The rays of the first light jet through the trees and across a figure gliding upon the road. His breath trails in short spurts, petrified as it hits the icy air. All is quiet except the slight sound of the athlete as he summons himself for yet another days work. Soon the rest of the world will bustle with life as well and the brief simplicity of cyclist and nature will disappear into the everyday struggle of life in full motion; the errands and intervals, the appointments and intersections, and the deadlines and finish lines OutPaceTheRace

Friday, April 27, 2007

The dirty fix

Friday, April 27, 2007

A moment’s elapsed since I’ve been here in Colorado, and I’ve realized that the world does in fact revolve around this particular region… with emphasis on the Boulder part. There’s no reason why downtown traffic should come to a dead stop at 5:00, other than the possibility that people come from far and wide to experience the sacred grounds of Boulder. Certainly Boulder business couldn’t generate traffic of such, in which case I attribute the sudden “swell” downtown to the surrounding population… who evidently need to get their fix. Of course it would all be inexplicable ‘cause no one in their right mind needs a Boulder fix- but since it's Colorado it makes perfect sense. Regardless, I seem to be of the minority on my opinion of Boulder, so I won’t hold your Boulder love against you.
Roads ‘round here are good though. Every road out of Boulder seems to make a different route to the peak to peak highway, which with 2000 feet per route makes a formidable amount of climbing comparable to anywhere in the US. So given all these roads you’d think the training camp would be great. No. Since they have so many good paved roads we decide to ride on dirt. Perhaps riding on dirt’s okay, but steep 20+ percent climbs? You can’t stand up or accelerate because you’ll just spray dirt. I guess it’s fine if it’s all you have, but with perfect paved roads… what’s the point?