Water is an asshole, at least when it comes to bicycles. So is wind, now that I think of it; I don’t love it, unless its at my back, but that rarely seems to happen even on out-and-back routes. Fire’s not winning any prizes either, unless you’re talking about the hunk-a-hunka burnin’ V. Even le soleil isn’t scoring points for either the bike or the rider, unless given in carefully-controlled amounts, a fact which has large portions of the Pacific Northwest – perhaps the gloomiest place on Earth – buying up more high-SPF sunscreen and sunglasses per capita than any other place in the civilized world.
In other words, Nature’s a bit of a beyotch.
As far as our bikes go, water seems to be the biggest of these opponents. When I rode the 7-hour Heck of the North over clay-gravel roads in wind and rain; the wind was unpleasant but it left no indelible mark on me, apart from some sore muscles. The rain, on the other hand, combined with the clay from the roads to form a slurry that destroyed every bearing in my bike save one – not to mention the quarter cup of slurry that found its way into my chamois. The replacement bearings took a few weeks to source and install; the damage from the sandy chammy took over a month to heal. Water – and the additional wear it imposes on the machine (and sometimes our bodies), is not to be under estimated.
Water also introduces direct challenges while riding, the nuances of which can be explored while climbing or cornering by means of spinning out and crashing, respectively. Things get particularly interesting right around the freezing point, where the laws of physics governing cornering take on The Price is Right rules.
I have long espoused the merits of riding in bad weather; it removes the seductive qualities of riding a bike that see the weekend warriors flocking to the sport in droves during the summer months. In bad weather, the simple act of going out is already enough to make you feel the strength of your resolve as a Cyclist. But the fundamental pleasure of riding remains the same, with the added bonus of the clothing we wear making us look like the hardmen from Belgium and the dripping of water from our cycling caps serving as a metronome as we tap out our lonely path towards Mount Velomis.
We don’t ride because we love tree-lined boulevards and sunny afternoons; we ride because we love testing ourselves against our minds and the elements. There is a simple pleasure to be found in enduring a challenge; to learn to face hardship with a welcoming smile is a gift that riding a bicycle uniquely helps us discover.
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@Nate
That's true sir. And no, I live in Vancouver, but I never tell anyone that for a myriad of reasons, the top one being people would think I was Canadian, and I don't need any of that.
Can anyone tell me how the Rapha embro compares to Royal Tendon Balm (JVA)?
@frank
After the cold has seeped down to the bones, I've often found comfort in the arms of a good woman. Haven't tried the embrocation to the crotch just yet.
Earth, an element and our playground here's a bucket list...
http://www.dangerousroads.org/index.php
@piwakawaka
Ohmygod that page is pornographic.
@Rom As my office mate once said "I'm a follower not a leader" - I have the organisational skills of a gnat, but I'm up for it. Doing the 3 Peaks in March so a hills ride in the New Year could work for me. Failing that a bit later. There's a couple of other Perthies on here and they organised a Festum Prohpeta last year but it coincided with my son's birthday - and there's a story about a dog bit in there somewhere....
Probably best take this discussion outside (i.e. the Rides thread)
@Rom
I refuse to eat anything that looks like vomit. And knowing Domino's, it probably smells like it too.
@Chris
Nah, it just means that we breed our Great Whites and Tiger sharks bigger, badder and faster down here! Pretty difficult to outrun one of those suckers when they are peckish !
This past August Cliff, Meredith, Cole and I headed up to Harriman Park, NY for a long ride in the hilly terrain to add some climbing to our training. On this particular day the forecast was for a little drizzle. We decided to press anyway. Not being an early morning person sometimes I lag in motivation at the 445 wake ups. The good humor in Cliff's truck, mostly provided by Cole's sense of humor, complimented by Cliff's SNL Trebek/Connery imitation definitely was helping. Unfortunately, on the ride up it started to drizzle. Not bad enough to call off the ride. Everyone still seemed excited about a grand Friday ride. As we approached the Bear Mt. parking lot the rain really started coming down. There was hope for Dunkin Donuts and an easy morning off. Cliff, Meredith and I were beginning to resign to a missed Friday ride, and an easy jaunt to the Donut shop. As we sat in the truck thinking of other stuff, Cole was talking about how climbing Bear in the rain should be pretty cool!.... Huh? - was my thought. Doesn't Cole see that it is not only raining, but coming down in buckets?! "You can get stuck riding in the rain.....but you never "Start" riding in the rain; especially "pouring" rain" was always my thought. I guess Cole missed that one.
Because Cole was with us we rode up and down that "son of a bitch" for 4 hours in the torrential rain laughing and riding like fools. We really put in some hard efforts, but Cole kept the spirits high and we had a grand old time. He helped Meredith down the mountain staying by her side the entire first descent in quite precarious conditions to ease her fears. She's since gained a new confidence in her descending ability. On one of the ascents, Cole and I really talked a lot about racing, training, coaches and more importantly about our families and life stuff. I had previously been impressed with Cole's athletic ability, but this sense of family love and responsibility really let me know what kind of special guy he was. Megan his wife and his family was the apple of his eye. They meant more than all the athletic stuff. It was always family first on his mind, even as he was suffering on the ascents of Bear Mt.
After the ride was over Cole told me that was his favorite ride he's ever done. I smiled and felt really good to be a part of Cole's favorite ride. I also realized Cole probably had a lot of favorite rides....That was the kind of guy Cole was. He elevated you. He elevated the endeavor. He made it all a little better. It was great to be a part of that.
We're all gonna miss you Cole! You trained harder and smarter than anyone I've known, but you were always the first to be happy if one of us could put you on the rivet. You were competitive with all the right attitude and balance. You truly were one of the special ones who got it right.
Addendum:
Cole died in his first bike race this summer. Freak accident where the Race director was trying to get the race radio out of the street after he tried to toss it into the pace vehicle. It happened right when Cole was making his break away move. Cole was an extremely strong triathlete who totally respected the "Rules" and was an accomplished Road cyclist.
The picture is of Meredith getting ready to ride on the day I will always remember Cole and our epic ride in the rain. It was taken 2 weeks after Cole did Ironman Lake Placid about a month before he died. The pic of Cole is from another day we trained in Harriman.
For two days I've been meaning to comment on this article, but keep getting interrupted by things I get paid to do. Each time I come back someone has already posted a comment similar to what I was going to say. This either means I'm incredibly intuitive, or I don't have a single original thought. I'll go with intuitive.