If I could offer you only one tip for the future, streamlining would be it. The aerodynamic benefits of streamlining have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your glutes. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your glutes until they've faded. But trust me, after a 200 km ride, you'll think back to the first hill you sprinted up and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much pain lay before
you and how fabulous you really felt.
You are not as fast as you imagine.
Don't worry about a puncture. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to convince a mtber that a roadies can be faster and more comfortable. The real troubles in your ride are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, like running over a bunch of nails at
4p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Blow past one roadie every day who dares you.
Don't be reckless with other people's ride. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Don't wash your tires with gasoline.
Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with the same fellow who kicked your butt last time.
Remember "cool bike" comments you receive. Forget the laughter. If you succeed in doing this, you should get your ears checked.
Keep riding that hill. Throw away your old bike shop bills.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what kind of bike you want to build. The most interesting people I know didn't know 20 minutes before they started paying what they wanted to build. Some of the most interesting buyers still don't know.
Get plenty of grain and nut bars.
Be kind to your LBS that doesn't stock much food. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll race, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll win, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll do the 200km at 40, maybe you'll win the Carnival at 45 kmh.Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. You'll get beaten by Lance anyway. So will everyone else.
Enjoy your bike. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Train, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, but don't follow them.
Do not read normal bicycling magazines. They will only make you feel superior.
Get some new brake pads. You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your chainrings. They're your best link to your power and the part most likely to stick in the door of the next car to cut you off.
Understand that riders come and go, but with a precious few you should draft. Work hard to bridge the gap between you and the pack of roadies up ahead, because the older you get, the more you need people you can wheelsuck.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Shimano will be rumored to have a 11 speed. You, too, will get a 11 speed. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, parts were compatible, potholes were smaller and Campagnolo ruled the planet.
Disinfect your Camelback Bladders.
Don't expect any narrow tires to support you. Maybe you have a tubular. Maybe you'll have a thorn tube. But you never know when either one might run out of air.
Don't mess too much with your seat or by the time you've ridden 40 it will feel like 85.
Be careful whose bikes you buy, but be a pain to those that ship late.
Grabbing an old bike from the dumpster is a form of nostalgia. Dissecting it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, welding it up, painting over the ugly parts and riding it for it's worth.
But trust me on the streamlining.
A Catholic Priest was about to leave His Mission in the jungles where he has spent years teaching the natives when he realizes that the one thing he never taught them was how to speak English,
So he takes the chief for a walk in the forest. He points to a tree and says to the chief, "This is a tree ." The chief looks at the tree and grunts, "Tree."
The Priest pleased with the response. They walk a little farther and he points to a rock and says, " This is a rock." Hearing this, the chief looks and grunts, "Rock."
The Priest really getting enthusiastic about the results when he hears a rustling in the bushes. As he peeks over the top, he sees a couple of natives in the midst of heavy sexual activity. The Priest is really flustered and quickly responds, " Riding
The chief looks at the couple briefly, pulls out his blowgun and kills both of them!
The Priest goes ballistic and yells at the chief that he has spent years teaching the tribe how to be civilized and kind to each other, so how could he kill these people in cold blood that way?
The chief replies, "My bike. "
A kid sees his mate on the first day back at school after Christmas.
"Did you have a good Christmas?" he said.
"Yea, you know that air rifle I wanted? I got it. How about you?"
"Well, I woke up, and there was a long box on the end of my bed. It was
an air rifle just like yours except it's a .22 with telescopic sights. And as I got out
of bed, I stood on a massive parcel containing a Hornby train set of the entire British railway system,
points, platforms, shunters, the lot. And then I was just about to open it, when I saw a Rolex watch on my bedside
table, so I put it on, got my air rifle, and opened my door. In the corridor was a brand new Olympic, carbon fibre
racing bike, weighs less than 16lbs....so I've got my watch, my rifle and my bike, and I opened the front door
to find a miniature Aston Martin DB9 cabriolet in the driveway, absolutely fantastic, 4 forward gears, 1 reverse, goes 47 MPH...
I had the best Christmas I've ever had." He ended, breathlessly.
Looking rather downcast, the other kid said "Wish I had leukemia."
In any endurance sports, everything you do, is for yourself - are you happy doing everything just FOR yourself?
There seem to two kinds of searchers: those who seek to make their ego something other than it is and those who understand that all such attempts are just gesticulation and play-acting.
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This is what happens , if you put on a aerobar on a non aero-bar compliant carbon bar.Its a damm good handlebar with anatomic bend,weighted at 210 grams by OEM Giant Racing Component .Found the crack on the morning of KL open. Replaced it with an Easton EC70.
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I was pretty darn lazy to get to this morning race after powerman. i got a sms at 7.20am Tery sms: Where are you? i ignored. In ten minutes, a call rang up.
A no nonsense conversation in less that 15 seconds.
Terry: so your coming or not?
Me : its raining.
Terry: i am asking if your coming or not?
Me : Still in time right?
Terry : yup
Me : OK
i got there about 40+- strong rider comprising of MSN , Letua, P2K , and some other team which i am unfamiliar with was there.(Letua i am)
Within 1.5 km of the start the race goes 45-52kmh..for the next 19 km.Freaking fast.(just got to stay in the pack) .i am just blown away at the speed and i've lost my favourite bottle in this by hitting a port hole.
At 45 km of 94 i call it quits. pretty damm lucky i did , the next 40 isnt a nice place to be in as traffic jams and tunderstorm was just there in greeting.
With Jalan Kuching in a massive traffic jam. made a serious good call it pull out from the race in time for the last broom truck.
Mental pace of Cat-A group i must say
Firstly i have tell my frends i got training to do for Ironman langkawi 09.(so please forgive me if i cant hang out)
Then I had to forgo a relationship so i can focus on my goals.
I have to focus on my work as i really need it. Working in KL isnt easy when it comes to travelling, especially KLCC a pretty demanding place.
Its very expensive to do this even more now, counting in the cost of living with a voracious appetite together with every peice of equipment increasing.
Sometimes it just doesnt makes sense, does it?
i ask my self why and for what...
I guess its what i do. Anyway I've got a race tomorrow.. :)
Dedicated for those who are alone tonight...or decided to be alone tonight.
PS: lets straighten this , its not me, kay :) its HINDER K..a cool rock band.!
Inflame i am still. Had a good duathlon , this year was prepared for it. Run time was respectable. Bike time i know i had a good time but (referee claims i was drafting )second run leg was pretty steady too,all in 3.55, Nothing much to rave about.Knew i was a marked target and i know the decision was biased. Some half arsed referee isn't cut out to be a commissaire , even in football there is 3 warning but i WILL not talk about it.(Out of respect) Never the less , i like to say thanks for the Quick-Release team to org it nicely together with sweet desserts after the race. There was this nice lady whom cheered me up during the run was Cassandra lim 392, a very good runner whom got 1st place in her cat. cheers!
On the field alot out there wasnt happy campers. Punctured and deflated was the word.Humidity and heat combination made it harder, being HOT here aint sexy. But most most runners did fairly well. Looks like it is still in the training mode back again for me.i know what i've got to do. lets just say i know when to put the hack down in future...for powerman lumut 09
HJ + PowerGels + Gu did what it was supposed to do...did not failed me one bit.
i am spacing out. 4 days of racing and being a tour guide is zoning me out..
Taylor Phinney, the 18-year-old phenom unleash an all-out sprint while using his PowerTap watts meter. Phinney maxed out the unit's display with an incredible 1999 watts. When they downloaded the file, it read 2050 watts.