tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74119712919546933302024-03-13T20:16:56.877-07:00Church of the Sweet Ridemight as well sufferreverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.comBlogger1011125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-48064795293456244622015-04-11T11:16:00.000-07:002015-04-11T23:44:31.396-07:00cuts deeply into men's hearts
It don't stop...
I got home from the Condor and (literally) laid around for 2 days. But, Spring Break won't wait. Now, no one in the family but me is enthusiastic about Henry Coe, they claim it's too steep (OK, true) with no redeeming value (false!) and decline to return. So we loaded up the Surly Big Dummy and drove ourselfs over to the Arroyo Seco side of things.
The boys and I reverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-86285953500408688452015-03-28T09:40:00.001-07:002015-03-28T09:40:39.619-07:00betrayed by your accent and manners
Street bikes in the dirt are a Good Time.
I had some things to say, but I forgot what they were. I have been meaning to say THANK YOU to whoever(s) did the extensive Poison Oak clearing on those several trails. It doesn't take much to knock that stuff back, as it's really fragile at the joints and you can use a switch no bigger than your finger. What it does take is the willingness, and that'sreverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-1982994845397909362015-02-21T16:18:00.000-08:002015-02-23T13:16:52.331-08:00empty as a pocket
As if everbody would know what I was talking about. Mostly, February (as opposed to Spring) Break. Kids get a week off of school. Gotta do something.
My posse's getting big...
The boys and I drove over to the put-in and loaded ourselves (meaning me) up with camping gear for 5. Don't worry, though. This time we went ultra-light. We left out the folding camp chairs, the 2 burner propane reverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-59682443867948047122015-02-15T11:45:00.001-08:002015-02-15T11:45:55.874-08:00an old school man-of-the-world
Close your eyes and dream you up a camp-out.
See the lights of town dwindling and get all tingly...
What with the daughter all grownish and driving, it's pretty easy to arrange a pick up these days. That'll extend your range. I'm not above receiving a helping handout. So, it was ride out the valley and turn right. All by meself, and just after dark I slithered through the gates, paid no reverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-2947580363923797122015-01-30T09:31:00.000-08:002015-01-30T09:31:39.994-08:00 tell-tale evidence of criminal activity
Get on your bicycle, whatever type it is, and pedal it away from your home. Ride it along (some streets most likely) to get where you need to be at. No cars need be involved.
To me, I will take the dirtiest way every time when I have the time. It's just much easier on your constitution.
Ride choice goes in cycles, as things will. It is easy to ride the same old route. That's where I been reverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-25810605574961461922015-01-20T09:22:00.000-08:002015-01-22T08:52:54.942-08:00to the bitter end
Riding of one type and another. I hadn't been on my street bike for months? yes, it's true. I forgot to mention here (on account of I mentioned it at my other unpaid innernet bicycle stuff writing gig) the full moon ride down to Esalen. It was aboard the street bike, and it was almost all for which you could you ask- my shitty phone camera couldn't capture the incredible imagery of the reverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-63948593876471745242015-01-02T22:13:00.002-08:002015-01-02T23:07:36.734-08:00yowl
Yo owls?
You prolly already knew Sunday is the full Wolf Moon and all. But what you didn't already know is that a bunch of yahoos are riding out under it, back and forth on streets from Carmel across the Monterey Peninsula* and trails adjacent to same. So now you know that, too.
Now is your local chance to stop blowing it.
You heard? Good Luck and pack something warm in which to standreverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-84772638996132846172015-01-01T18:15:00.000-08:002015-01-01T18:15:54.968-08:00yo
Anybody out there thinking about the Arizona Single Speed "championships"? Saturday February 7th is race day.
(hyperlink: SINGLE SPEED ARIZONA)
Yes, I don't live there. But word on the street is that the course is going to be real good...and what else are you gonna do in February that involves bicycles? I realize this is not the Full Snow Moon (that'd be the 3rd, which is the Tuesday reverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-22079263329738534352014-12-31T19:35:00.000-08:002014-12-31T19:35:26.164-08:00jam it in!
But if it don't fit, don't force it just relax and let it go.
You know how we do. Some a y'all do it too.
We had to get in one last bicycle campout while 2014 is still going on. There was the trying to fit this on that, and the lubing all a the chains, and the pumping up all a the tyres, and the finding and then the packing of all the warm clothes (and some yelling about choosing for reverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-16039504255253553192014-12-11T18:26:00.000-08:002014-12-11T18:26:48.488-08:00I don't like ______, oh no. I love it.
Oh yeah.
That one guy (the one who showed) and I slept outside on our local celebration of the full moon. It was cool, except that so and so crashed and banged his shoulder on the Earth. If it's not obvious: riding with no lights and crashing are potential best friends. To quote Professor Griff, "consider yourselves...warned." We were pretty far in the bag at that point, as well asreverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-47418835874001916652014-12-05T23:51:00.000-08:002014-12-05T23:51:56.784-08:00 if you were from where I'm from then you would know
Party over here on the West side.
#Iamthepublicworksdepartment. If it's relevant to bicycles. I work out.
Big boys don't cry. Even faced with some rainy inconvenience, Big Boys adjust their layers and keep pedaling. The heavy stuff isn't coming down for a while. Going to work=riding. My mood, when I arrive at the jay oh bee is much improved by riding as opposed to driving. MUCH IMPROVED. reverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-16061027075756625632014-12-03T18:30:00.000-08:002014-12-03T18:30:30.178-08:00 messages of friendship
It's worth sitting thru the ad.
Hey people reading this: Drunk Cyclist invited me aboard. Since I respect their mission so deeply I am trying to pitch in on a party over there when I have something relevant to share. Please go check it out and stuff.
Hearts and flowers,
Dick
reverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-55796894840571084892014-12-02T14:29:00.000-08:002014-12-02T18:26:10.334-08:00to all my neighbours, you got much flavour
This is the Life we chose...we jumped off the block like ready, set, GO!
While my little homies don't call me Brainiac, Reverend Dick is a _______ and it ain't an act. With so much "specialization" (take it how you will) of bikes in this ya time, it is some refreshing Good Times to just get on a bike, any bike, and ride around with no particular place to go. Ask a child if you already reverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-4518162650792767392014-11-29T16:26:00.000-08:002014-11-29T16:35:52.634-08:00temporarily present
One of the nicer idears about riding is the feelings it gives you all over. If you're having negatively oriented feelings, a local bike ride can be the catalyst for a reaction of feelings resultant in way more positive end state. You can quote me on that.
I mean a less local/more further afield type of bike ride will be more effective, but your local will work.
So, just be thankful...reverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-78600064754189482122014-11-25T10:59:00.000-08:002014-11-25T11:04:51.970-08:00buying speed
On the other hand, I love stuff. Some stuff. Stuff that I love.
That category includes, but is not limited to: the delicate harmonies of the Louvin Brothers, DOING things that are fun (versus talking about same), the feel of the clunky while smoooooooth shifting Shimano Deore SL-M700 thumbshifters (I won't lie- the incongruity of these when paired with shiny modern componentry is a visual reverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-63687012304941045752014-11-17T09:54:00.000-08:002014-11-17T10:14:15.225-08:00I've got to be free
Sometimes you need a reminder.
Sometimes you need a reminder. So, hey, queso, some folks wanna talk. They wanna talk about bike gear. They wanna geek out over gear, like what tyres you run, bro? What reeyums? They say they gonna build this with that, but you know what? That's all talk.
SO BORING. Shut up about your 800mm wide dream of future stuff. I don't- no one does- care about your reverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-90388527982571507542014-10-28T21:56:00.000-07:002014-10-28T21:56:28.202-07:00 scientists, crooks, and laymen
In a massive ride scene shakeup this week, several comings and goings engender a flurry of local bike activity. Comments have been made, pedals turned, whiskey drunk.
Old School Part time Local YOc__ showed up for a few rounds of sleepless weekend ride/work/ride/work cycles. Mr. P represents the porridge that's just right though that doesn't represent him at all at all...it's just that he's thereverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-70382793443133068322014-10-20T10:10:00.000-07:002014-10-20T10:10:44.621-07:00 skilled devotees of one of the world's most exacting hobbies
Everbody got to love something. One of the the things I love the most is riding bikes. You may feel similar. And a further subset of Love is racing cyclocross. That is some kind of a hurtful Good Time, let me tell you. In spite of the impending collapse of predictable global weather patterns that is currently manifesting itself here in California as SERIOUS DROUGHT and which results in reverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-89012887988542265592014-10-15T09:12:00.000-07:002014-10-15T09:14:20.544-07:00spirits refuse to fade away
but they will rotate, so's to prevent stagnation. Stag nation. Like it's comrade, Rust, it never sleeps but it also don't work as hard so you can beat it if you're willing to put in a little effort.
It's October Break (you know- when the kids get a week off of school) and we ain't got the resources to ride the highline thru the Himalyas, tour the Continent's finer salons, or explore the most reverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-86544367349367794352014-10-11T18:35:00.000-07:002014-10-11T18:35:36.286-07:00paradigm of self-effacement
So my achilles tendon had been bothering me pretty good after the #2 CCCX race (followed by the long grinder road ride the next day, duh) and I been staying off the clipless pedals and wearing shoes that don't grab my heel, etc. Also, I been using the Roll Recovery R8 (totally recommend!).
Result? I'm feeling much better. As I dip my toes in the deep end of trying to age gracefully* (reverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-39194644833926513582014-10-06T10:48:00.000-07:002014-10-06T12:26:54.168-07:00more, more, more
Yo. Is you certain your shit is enduro enough? Be your post mounts as flush as they will have to be? Do you have the latest in thru axle technahlogy? Can you an early adopter of the most modern of electrical plastisized drive train freAK OUTS?
Then you might want to consider what you wanna to do with your life.
You do what you do because you want to. We do what we do because: A) Bob fucking reverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-35751271425401340312014-09-23T21:09:00.000-07:002014-09-24T07:32:03.596-07:00 guides you through uncomfortable questions...
I don't need to know everything. Neither do I want. Secret stuff stays secret if folks don't say anything about it. So the minute you start running your mouth about riding ____ ______, is exactly the minute I regret* ever having said boo. What's the first rule of any club?
Hanging out with 9 year olds has certain advantages. They are generally down for a Good Time, and I respect that. We didreverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-38922004854839873942014-09-16T09:13:00.000-07:002014-09-16T09:13:29.560-07:00consequences turn real
Small fishes in small ponds feeling the ripples from afar.
We got cross races locally. They are fun and we are fortunate. I remember first becoming aware of cyclocross in 1996, when it was the next big thing in the US cycling scene. I got ahold of a Nishiki tourer and called that a Good Time. Cyclocross has gone through a couple more next big thing phases stateside, and seems (from my view out reverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-7418140815321881092014-09-10T20:05:00.000-07:002014-09-10T20:05:00.098-07:00a puppet for forces greater than myself
What do you do with a couple consecutive days off, some nice weather and a full moon, and a bunch of losers for friends who won't go on a mini bike tour with you? Yes, that's right. You just pack up and go by yourself.
Heading straight out the valley with 2 wheels and a gangster lean, I rolled along on the Surly Ogre with the fattish front end on account of I was heading for some dirt along reverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411971291954693330.post-50204047525170580622014-09-08T10:55:00.000-07:002014-09-08T10:55:59.339-07:00a Valentine from a politician
Worth as much as the paper on which it's printed. That sums up this blog, and it accounts for all your race results, too. Don't kid yourself- if it ain't ____ it's worth less. I fill in that blank with the word "FUN", you do what you want since you will anyhow.
It was off to the races, in with a shout, and ending with a whimper. I will allow I considered vomiting as a real option at one point. reverend dickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00090415465883988497noreply@blogger.com0