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May 2008
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Your Friday Meme
Filed under: general
Posted by: The Cyclofiend @ 3:16 pm

Ok. Fine. I finally start catching up on my blog reading this morning and find that Scott has given me the digital noogie -

“Pick up your nearest book and go to page 123. Find the fifth sentence,
and post on your blog the next three sentences. Acknowledge who tagged
you, and then tag five more people.”

All right. Lessee… my nearest 4 books all seem to be dictionaries or a thesaurus, so I’ll have to wander over to the book stack by my bed.  It’s kind of a judgement call, as there are about 16 books there, and those in the the top layer are pretty much equidistant to me as I ponder them. But, the others are very neatly stacked and this one is slightly askew, so, in a fit of John Cage-ian/Brian Eno-esque acceptance of randomness…

“Cooperation is alien to the ego, except when there is a secondary motive.  The ego doesn’t know that the more you include others, the more smoothly things flow and the more easily things come to you. When you give little or no help to others or put obstacles in their path, the universe — in the form of people and circumstances — gives little or no help to you because you have cut youself off from the whole.”
— Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth - Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose

Hmm.  Which is a sorta curious, kind of a powerful little thought or two there.  You could use that to describe bicycle racing, I suppose, in a way that might make the stick-and-ball sports enthusiasts understand why those riders from different teams work together.

But, that brings a reasonably high level statement down to such specificity. And, that isn’t why I’m reading (or rather taking small bites from) that book.  It’s an interesting set of thoughts to come across by chance, as things in my life seem to be heaing more on a path of inclusion and interaction rather than more isolated and individual things. We’ll see.

And, please forgive me, but “Tag you’re It -

Large Fella on a Bike

Damping the Wobble
Filed under: dogs
Posted by: The Cyclofiend @ 6:53 am

5 am is good.

I hear the dog smacking her lips and then engage in a solid head shake.  It gets magnified by the mass of her ears, and the slapping of her flapping overwhelms the minor bird songs which have begun outside. Then it’s quiet again, back to the odd lip smack.

I don’t really know that it’s 5 am yet.  My eyes are only the slightest bit open, but I can make out the hint of dawn at the edge of the curtains. The covers are pulled back enough that I can move when the time comes, but I try to hold onto that brittle last dollop of sleep while it lasts.

But, 5 am is good.

The scrape of her nails on the floor means she’s now standing.  So, I’m up and on her, picking her up and getting her to the back door. It isn’t that she couldn’t walk, but it’s simpler to carry her.  Her eyesight isn’t great any more, and negotiating the turns can sometimes lead to getting stuck in a corner.  At her age, a delay in getting outside sometimes results in a bit of pre-breakfast cleanup.  But, there’s no such issue this morning.  I set her down the ramp and she’s out back, sniffing and finding the perfect spot for that morning pee break. By this time, I’ve thrown on what must be the  world’s ugliest pair of fleece pants - pilled, baggy and ill-fitting - and joined her.  The sky is a beautiful bluish-black, a few stars still hanging on.  A few chickadees flit about, but the acorn woodpecker which has been steadily working on the large maple has yet to begin. It’s mostly silent, and we pad around the edge of the patio.  She doesn’t like to venture too far onto the grass anymore, as it seems she gets a little bewildered out there.  Before long, she’s looped around to her satisfaction, and leads me back up the ramp and inside again.  I finally look at the clock.

Yep.  5 am.  Almost on the nose.

This is, as I’ve been repeating, a good thing. It’s the second day in a row that she’s slept in this late. A few weeks back, she started popping up early.  She’d done that before.  A 4:30 isn’t comfortable, but isn’t too bad.  Normally, we’d deal with the doggy business out back, and then she could be coaxed into sleeping for another hour or so.  The “spanielarm” had always been pretty hard-wired for a 6 am breakfast, so much so that I haven’t actually set an alarm regularly for years.

But, things got different.  4:30 became 3:30, which started to hurt.  Then 2:30, which had me spinny-dizzy awake from pretty solid REM-state, realizing I was out in the backyard in my underwear as I kept her from walking into things.

The real problem was that she wasn’t at all interested in going back to sleep at that point.  She’d pace around inside, nails clacking on the floors, getting stuck in all manner of places or falling over like a felled tree if she got a flop. Regardless, as soon as you picked her up or backed her out, she marched around again like a wind-up toy.  This new behavior continued for a while.

You get a little crazy when you’re sleep-deprived, when it’s the third night in a row and the behavior isn’t changing.  You try to hold her down in the bed until her impulse to walk subsides.  She got a couple of midnight snacks (she likes to sleep after meals) which sort of worked. We tried ascriptin, in case it was body aches in that so-thin-now frame of hers.  That seemed only to make things worse, as she’d now circle tightly as though she was about to lie down, but just keep circling, endlessly.

So, I’d watch that - particularly the spinning - and just want to cry. It’s the time when you realize that you are closer to the end than the beginning, when the hard and real question begins to clearly form. There’s a point when you have to say goodbye. 

We’re pretty sure that our families think we’re a bit obsessive and kind of nuts.  That it would be simpler to put her down.  But, whatever tipping point that has to occur to make that decision hasn’t quite happened yet.  We’ve had to make that decision before, and while it’s never easy, you just know when it’s time. At this point, the happy moments - meals, short walks, ear scratches and sniffs - still take place, and we need to hold up our end of the bargain for a while.

That’s really what we agreed to back - what, 12 years ago?  When Tashi was a greasy, dirty, frail-looking, recent-momma dog just overwhelmed by the clatter and roar of the shelter. When they asked us just to foster her until they could find a home, since she was already past her termination date and they needed the space. When we went outside to get to know her, and she looked up at us and suddenly rolled onto her back, letting us pet her belly as she made it clear that while she didn’t know us, she trusted us.  And anything had to be better than where she’d been for the past couple weeks.  Before we’d even left the shelter, we all knew that this was for keeps.

We took her home, cleaned her up, got her strength back, listened to her bark for the first time, enjoyed longer walks, then romps, felt the masses in her belly, stayed up through the night as she recovered from the first, then the second operation, watched her regain her strength and stay cancer-free for the past 8 years.  All through it, she kept smiling and loving and saying, “thanks”. She’s plugged along through a lot. Now, when the propanthelene doesn’t quite cover things heartbeat-related and she stiffens and flops, she still pops up, wonders briefly how the room went sideways and then gets back to the serious business of finding whatever morsel of food we may have dropped.

Now it’s the stewardship phase.  It’s not always comfortable, and involves cleanup more than not. But, at least from the perspective of a couple nights worth of normal-esque sleep, it’s what we agreed to. I’ll sit there ready to pass out, rubbing her ears, crying a bit at 3 am, telling her it’s OK if she needs to leave us while just hoping that she can get back to sleep for an hour or two. We owe her that.

Maybe with the 5 am wake ups, things have settled back in a bit.  Maybe it was the heatwave, the combination of sleeping too much in the daylight, the propanthelene building up a bit and wiring her.  Hopefully that was more of an anomolie, a bad patch, a speed wobble that suddenly damps with a shift of weight.   She’s lying on her bed again, all doggie business done for the morning and a bellyfull of food in place. Breathing steady and shallow. In her world right now, things are soft and warm, hopefully comfortable and happy.

Dabbing The Shellac
Filed under: video
Posted by: The Cyclofiend @ 6:38 pm

A 6 plus minute vid of Mark at Rivendell tastefully adorning the cork grip and tape of a Glorius with a coat of shellac. Scene from inside the famous RBWHQ&L.  Keven can be seen in the background at one point dutifully working at his desk. 



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Deep Roots
Filed under: photos, people, mixed-terrain
Posted by: The Cyclofiend @ 6:26 am

The heritage of “mixed-terrain” rides has far-reaching roots in the greater San Francisco Bay Area. Logging roads, farm paths, ex-military routes all snake through the hills of this region in various stages of disrepair and recollection. Many of these have been turned into the ubiquitous “Fire Roads” which make up many of the favored routes away from traffic. 

Beginning sometime back in the late 70’s, cycling iconoclast Jobst Brandt led folks on what became known as the legendary “Jobst Rides”. These were cross-country and fire road epics which were tackled on “bikes” - before mountain bikes as a genre existed. Flickr and RBW List buddy David E. found this link to a run of about 100 photos from these rides - it’s interesting to see the simple machines they used to deal with such a variety of terrain.  You can almost see the wheels turning in Tom Ritchey’s head as they negotiate the lumps and bumps of the routes. (And you can certainly tell the by the level of exhaustion in the faces of most riders that these weren’t easy little jaunts…)


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The Time For Big Tires is Now
Filed under: general, bike tech
Posted by: The Cyclofiend @ 6:43 am

23mm?  Heck no!  The tide is turning folks… You heard it here first. Well.  Eleventy-seventh or so….  But, when a photo like this shows up on the webbernet:

You think to yourself, “Sure, some fringe personal page by someone crazy enough to ride road bikes offroad…”  Oh-ho! You’d be wrong

CyclingNews.com article on the current personal ride of Andy Hampsten - the Hampsten Cycles Strada Bianca Ti Travelissimo  - shod impeccably with Rivendell Jack Brown (Green) tires. Nice.  Very, very nice.