Monday, May 21, 2012


Watching Dead Poets Society last night I was only half paying attention.  I was a little overtired from racing two categories at 'Bike Jam' in Baltimore so I my mind was filled with fluttering imagery around the smooth day of racing, reconnecting and laughs with my old mid-Atlantic mates and watching the movie itself.  I like the movie though, quite a bit actually.  From start to finish it's laced in Thoreau and transcendentalist ideal to be a self-reliant free thinking individual and to stand up for what you believe is right, and not what others tell you is just.  This takes daring and courage.


Yesterday was the first day of racing in a handful of other races I hope to do down here in the coming few weekends including the Bicycling Magazine OPEN in Philly on June 3rd.  My good friend Peter Sullivan from ATA Cycle Fit lab and I are going to ride this one together.  Here's the skinny.   'For the first time in 28 years, weekend warriors and casual cyclists will have the chance to ride up to three timed laps of the iconic Philadelphia Championship Road Course. Experience the thrill of the Benjamin Franklin Parkway and the challenging Manayunk Wall on the completely closed 14.5 mile circuit.'  This ought to be a blast. It starts 3 hours before the Pro's hit the course so for a semi-serious racers and a fans like us, it's the best of both worlds.

I actually rode Manayunk Wall today for the first time ever and pressed it pretty hard too.  It was my recovery day n all but what the hell I wanted to check it out just for grins.  I also rode Lemon Hill and came away thinking I can easily lumber 3 f-ugly laps on this course, no problem.

I like the mid-Atlantic.  NY, Philly, DC and Baltimore are all close and packed with good racing.  You can hop from one great city to the next in just a couple hours and that's why I deliberately carved out time and made arrangements for mobile work in order to be here for a while.

This picture was taken yesterday morning before we headed to Baltimore. I was feeling good about skipping the Wilmington Delaware Grand Prix the day before.  I went to it with every intention of racing but once I saw the course and knew it didn't suit my riding style I opted out.  I figured I'd appreciate watching it more than racing it and I was right.  The Pro-1 field lined up over 120 guys, all chomping at the bit.  It started off pretty tame though, almost like a parade.  And for the first 15-20 laps I was thinking 'I should've been in there' but shortly after this things got real fast and nasty in a hurry.  Strong guys started spilling blood and dropping off the pace like flies.  They went shooting off the back five, six, seven at a time with bolts flying out of their ears.  In the end just 40 guys finished and all of them looked utterly shelled.  I only race for fun these days and that looked anything but fun.

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."     DH Thoreau               Peace and roll strong.

1 comment:

  1. Hey Skip, Good thoughts... I read Walden semi-annually. It helps me take stock of what's important. Thanks for the reminder I'm due for a read...

    John M.