Tuesday, September 30, 2008

paying the bills

Classes have started. However, socials have not ended - so my tally of free beers (thanks, Lundquist College of Business) is somewhere around the 2 dozen mark.

My training strategy so far revolves around holding on to summer fitness for as long as possible, postponing the inevitable crash and hoping that some of the momentum will carry through until, oh, let's say May. Pipe dream? Maybe, but I'm still riding. Two days off in the last month. Necessity.

I will say this: 44x16 is a great gear while training, commuting, or winter riding, but it's a m#therf*ucker when climbing fox hollow at 630am with a pack full of gear.

Friday, September 19, 2008

I had to google "SWOT analysis" during a lecture. Bad sign? Those in the know, know.

This whole 'laptops in the classroom' thing is still weird. However, it did let me do research on items that the professor was showing on slides. As such, I learned that Iams is a Proctor & Gamble brand, and they make a product called Iams Savory, aka BBQ sauce for dogs.

This ruined my attention span for probably five whole minutes while I contemplated the meaning of this.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

good lord

They're keeping up jumping at B-school. We got hit with a case analysis today, and our teams have to present at 815 tomorrow morning. We read the case as homework last night, and a 4pm today were given the subject to present about. Um.

I guess it's supposed to keep us on our toes.

Still, I squeezed in a nice 30 miler between 6 and 745 on my fixed gear, then hit the books some more. And now it's bedtime, because presentation rehearsal for my team is 7am at Starbucks.

Also, yesterday's experiment with the double McBeth - once before school, once after - was a semi failure. I was just too beat when I got home to do much about the reading. And something about climbing in a 44x16 with a big-ass bag is just not very relaxing, either. I can't complain about 2+hrs on a weekday, but I probably won't do that very often.

Friday, September 12, 2008

at last

I have seen the One.

No brakes - no helmet - flat pedals - and a freewheel.

Riding very slowly down the sidewalk on the North side of 13th. I think he is around Campus, too. I am going to carry a camera until I can catch this on film.

It is the apocalypse. In a trend already devoid of function, now even the last fibers of substance are fraying like hand-me-down jeans from your buddy's older sister. The hipsters are being co-opted by guileless wanna be wanna be's, so even they must find that ironic.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

top tube pads!

Today I realized why those hipsters put top tube pads on their bikes.

I was standing in front of the Obama headquarters on Broadway, having a nice quiet phone conversation with the lady, when a hipster and his partner rolled by, going approximately 6-8mph, as they are wont to do, as higher speeds mean a compete inability to stop. Well, the car in front of them stopped at the stop sign there, and that is when I realized that this particular champ had not only no helmet and no brakes, but no toe clips either. He was riding flats. The car was stopped, and he tried to backpedal fruitlessly for about two crank revolutions, then, to avoid the car, swerved into the opposite lane and simultaneously jumped off his saddle to plant his feet on the ground, hitting his nuts on the top tube with a solid whack. I was almost too surprised to grin.

Top tube pads: simultaneously a brake substitute and hipster fertility treatment.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

the trouble begins

I got my orientation schedule today for the intro to B-school. Yep, it's an excel spreadsheet. With detailed listing of what, when, where, ... and required attire. Attire is listed as Business Casual to Business Formal for about every day.

Come again? Business what?

In my old job, Business Casual meant that you found your nice pair of jeans. Formal meant you pulled out a collar, if you had one. Casual meant shorts.

I don't think I ever attended an undergraduate class in more than jeans and a t-shirt, and more often than not it was in about five layers of sweats, t shirts, or spandex, having come straight from crew practice, so that I could ball up a ratty hooded sweater and take a nap in the back of math class. The first summer that I had a job which was not coaching, I made a girlfriend take me clothes shopping so that I could buy three polos and a nice(r) pair of jeans. I fit right in with the other engineers. In fact, my clothes were slightly nicer, since they kept their factory press lines most of the summer.

This new attire shit is going to take some getting used to. Is it appropriate to change in the Rec center then strut to class in slacks, shirt, tie, and still carry my big-ass messenger bag? Will I need to stuff a leather attache case in the bag and carry that to class instead, and leave the Ortlieb full of clothes and bike shoes in a locker? Is it even kosher to bike, or should I be parking in handicaped spots and sip petroleum from a carved out rhino's horn?

I am suddenly worried.

What's next, golf?

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

stage 2, 3, 4, - 5?

Stage 2 TT - not so hot for me. Pretty flat legs, the motor revs but won't get warm. Our gc man takes the win and we now have the race lead.

Stage 3 Crit - simple. Shut down anything dangerous and make sure it's a sprint, which we don't need to win. Done.

Stage 4 Wolf Creek x 2 - Not so simple. Some dangerous stuff got away but it all back back for the right guys at the end. I felt surprisingly good on the first lap and knocked off 380w at tempo up the big climb - for just shy of 10 minutes. Then there was some tempo, some wind riding, etc, and the legs lost a gear or two on the second lap. Big and I rode in with the second group, our work being done.

Stage 5 - Crit? - The day after the race, today, Sal decides to put on one last tuesday night crit. Unofficially stage 5. WTF, Sal? Can't we do it on a wednesday for once? For anyone who raced, or at least for their legs, it's definitely going to get interesting.