Nice little century ride from Roadrunner Park down to South Mountain (via Kiwanis Park in Tempe), with two repeats to San Juan Point and up to the towers. Approximately 5,400 ft of climbing. Went out for an impromptu century ride … Continue reading
Rio Verde/Moon Valley loop, starting from the Gainey Ranch Fitness center Saturday, January 9th I cruise up Mountain View Rd, past 100th St, on a popular route that will take me out to Fountain Hills. I feel weird on the … Continue reading
Phoenix Metro Bicycle Club’s “Ahwafooty Route”, in the Ahwatukee Foothills. I have a general rule that if the temperature is below 40 degs, I don’t bother to go riding. Since we have such nice “warm” temperatures most of the time … Continue reading
A while back, on a weekly group training ride, I was basking in the “sunshine” (well, er, it was before sunrise actually) of the group rolling out at a comfortable pace. One that, instead of me gasping for breath and wondering … Continue reading
Okay, I admit. So the title of this post is a bit misleading. You might think that I spent some time up in Montreal and went cycling, or something. Well, the “went traveling to Montreal” part is correct, but sadly, … Continue reading
That’s the way it feels sometimes, out on the weekly training rides. Same roads, up and down, out and back, over and over. It’s like we’re squirrels in a cage. There are reasons for this, of course. Those roads that we train … Continue reading
Me on my Schwinn Stingray, circa 1970, with its 3-speed internal hub, (which can’t be seen.) What I was doing with those mustard weeds stuffed on my bike, I have no idea. My first bike was a Schwinn Stingray — … Continue reading
I ride about four or five days a week. Of those days, two of them are usually designated as ”hard” rides — group training rides where I work on strength and speed. While these training rides are mostly fun, I don’t particularly enjoy the sprint … Continue reading
Let me tell you a secret to a great hill climb: vairagya. “Excuse me,” you say. “Did you just say V-i-a-g-r-a? You take one of those pills to ‘get up’ the hill? Who knew?” Ha ha! No, not V-i-a-g-r-a, but vairagya. … Continue reading
I used to live high in the foothills of the Colorado Rockies, halfway up a mountain. Our house sat at an altitude of 8,200 ft. From the kitchen window was a 100-mile view of the Front Range. I sure loved being in the … Continue reading