89 Days…One For Wince


After a lovely night of afterhours partying near the Ingersoll district, there is really no choice but to go to Des Moines’ new favorite Drunk Burritoing Hole, Abelardos.  I have a fairly sizeable training ride planned for today, and yesterday (last night) has most definitely made this an even more grueling task.  Abelardos #18 is hereby charged with the task of getting me through the first leg. Yes, Rich, Kale, and the rest…I think it will work out. Until I digest fully.

Also today I will be enjoying my new Bar Mitts picked up from the Iowa Bike Expo yesterday.  They served me well last night and I look forward to putting them to task today. 

89 days.  Pretty sure me and TIV8 are going to get along famously. 

92 Days…Gravel Insomnia


92 days from now, at this very hour, I will be lying awake in my hotel room in Grinnel, IA waiting for the clock to strike 1 a.m.  My alarm will not be going off until 2 a.m., but I am 100% certain that the excitement of being mere hours from the 4 a.m. roll-out of Trans Iowa V8 will be running so high that any hope of sleep between the Friday night meet up and whenever I finally stop for a patented Power Hour nap somewhere past Checkpoint 2 is non-existent.  My T.I.V8 travel partner/pep squad/rescue unit will be up along side me, and most likely counting down the minutes until they can return to the room and finally get some rest. 

How can I be certain?  Because it has already been happening, it’s happening right now.  I am laying here writing about it counting down the minutes until I start tonight’s overnight training ride attempt (attempt because I have been sick all week, not sure if I will make it far) at 1:30 a.m.

I have to go suit up now, everyone else get some sleep. 

93 days….Why I Miss The Pink House


A bout with sickness and a continued struggle with being the laziest/fattest bike racer in Central Iowa is continuing to f*ck with my Trans Iowa chi, but with only 3 months remaining I am still confident that when the rubber hits the rock that I will be in sufficient shape for the challenge.  (I don’t know that you can actually be fully prepared for that monstrosity, at least not if you are me, and the physical challenge Is only part of the odeal, there are many other factors).

Training for gravel used to be so much more convenient at my old abode, known to he world as The House Formerly Known As The Pink House (it was repainted in spring 2011).  THFKATPH sits at the intersection of the Great Western Trail and Adams Street, a gravel road which is known to the gravel grinding freaks of DSM as the entryway to all of the finest gravel South Central Iowa has to offer.  Adams is a big part of the Booneville Loop, is touched upon briefly during CIRREM, and during the fall and winter seasons is a great place for run-ins with like minded rock riders.

In the “old days” or the last two years really, gravel riding was as simple as wheeling my bike out the kitchen door, riding down the dirt drive, and hanging a left on Adams.  Then it was on to Gravel Glory, heading east then catching a few loops on my “vintage avenue loop” then back on Adams for parts unknown, riding until either my legs, brain, or comon sense started to get he best of me.  Then it was time to plot a course into DSM and to one of my favorite watering holes for a recovery drink (PBR Tallboys and Fireball) then point south on the GWT for my ten mile trek home to shower, eat some food, and bore my family with details of the ride.  I do miss those days of simple, convenient gravel. 

Today I live in Des Moines proper, South Side to be exact.  It takes work to get out to my old Grinding Grounds, Adams being an 11 or so mile ride from my house.  What? So I have to do the old ride home first now?  Not a big deal, right?  Well, it evidently is a big deal and has messed with my motivation on more than one occasion.  Being able to look out my bedroom window to survey the gravel conditions, walking out to the mailbox and looking west down Adams,  even mowing the enourmous lawn, were all just the preamble to leg and lung oblivion.  Seing that road made me gravel horny.  I would think to myself “just wait til I am done with _____, you dirty little road, I am ging to make you my bitch”.  And now I am whining about riding a few miles to get in touch with my rocky romance. 

I think this got me a little worked up, and I appreciate your time. It seems that I should quit writing and start riding…I mean Adams is only 11 miles away…

100 Days…

The Trans Iowa race is officially 100 days away, and I am seeing some holes in my preparations. It is going to take some serious work to pull this off, and I am not proud of the way I am handling something that has been a dream/goal for so long.

When I toe the line on April 28th I vow to be ready, but the next 100 days are going to be brutal!  Wow, that just made me smile. 

Thnk you for letting my whine breathe, I think I will drink it down and get out in the balmy 5 degree weather.