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When I suggested, in my last post, that I might provide preparation updates, I had no idea it would turn out like this. What didn't happen is much in the way of preparation. The prospect of going off on this bikepacking trip with so little preparation is humbling. What DID happen is a change in destination. The original plan was for a meet-up in Missouri. But now, due to an odd series of events, the plan is Big Bend Ranch State Park. Humbling, I tell you. And that was my first surprise.<br />
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The next three surprises happened yesterday, just moments after the photo above was taken. I was zipping along a gradual gravel downhill, heading toward a "T" intersection with a paved county road. No traffic was coming in either direction, so I only trimmed my speed slightly to help make the right turn onto the narrow road. As I leaned into the turn (slightly braking), I noticed several pot-holes and irregularities in the gravel interface with the pavement. At that point, I sort of half stood to allow my legs to absorb the bumps, and I let off the brakes to roll through the turn. That is when I experienced my second surprise. Both wheels completely released their traction, and I was sliding sideways.<br />
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After the rear skidded about 6 feet laterally, and the front about 4 feet, those Compass 48s re-gripped the paved road, and we traced a perfectly smooth arc around the curve. Coming out of that slide, that lasted about an hour, stunned me. I recovered with no injuries whatsoever. And that was my third surprise.<br />
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Of course, that slide didn't last "about an hour". It was only a split second of terror. So this fourth surprise might be the biggest of them all. During that tiny slice of time, in which I was not in control, my mind was thoroughly analyzing the situation, processing options, and making decisions.<br />
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I remember recognizing that I was turning "right" because I've always been more comfortable power sliding on left turns. I felt uncomfortable. I also remember thinking, I'm sort of standing and both feet are on the pedals. No foot down to sort tripod my way through this. My center of gravity was too high, and I felt awkward. Strangely, however, it was also apparent that my lean angle was pretty good, and the slide was fortunately balanced. I was sliding at constant angle, neither high-siding nor going horizontal. That was pretty good, I thought, but it was lasting WAY too long. I wanted to grab my brakes and put an end to it. Somehow, and I actually thought ALL of this, I reasoned that I have three possible outcomes. If I brake, I'll absolutely go down. If I don't brake, I might go down, and I should be ready for that. But not braking is my best chance. My tires might grab so I can recover...which of course they did.<br />
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After my heart rate returned to normal. I replayed the slide in my mind, and all that mid-slide analysis gushed out. So my fourth surprise was realizing all a brain can do in those extremely short, but high-emotion, moments.<br />
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Finally, I wondered how the slide would have appeared to observers. I decided that it must have been fantastic. Surely, I looked like an expert shredder, like that was how I always turn corners on gravel roads. I was deeply remorseful when I realized that my rare display of excellence wasn't captured on film. But nothing about that surprises me.Ponderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042079750126434523noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676045436294463991.post-81916314370907493312019-03-02T16:04:00.000-06:002019-03-02T16:07:07.811-06:00Spring Break Countdown<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am pleased that <b><a href="http://texlouisvillebike.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Tim</a></b> and I are planning our third consecutive spring break bikepacking outing. We've had some good times on prior editions to Arkansas (first) and Alabama (second). We also, in spite of extreme heat, enjoyed an early summer return to Arkansas in 2018. We seem to tolerate one another well enough to have penciled Missouri on the calendar for the first week in April this year. </div>
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These spring break outings follow winter (duh). That means the long nights, holidays, and cold, wet conditions that seem to limit saddle time has eroded my fitness. So each year, I make a half-hearted, last moment attempt to prepare myself. As usual, I've got about four weeks to get fit. At my age, however, physical fitness is laughable. Each year I meet up with Tim with excuses and apologies, but not so much fitness. This year, I have a new strategy.</div>
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The new strategy is to ride a heavy bike uphill, on rugged ground, or (preferably) both. How is that a new strategy? Well...I don't do that because I think it'll make me physically fit in four weeks. I do that because it makes me patient. It is a sort of mental fitness, if you will. So I load up one of bikes with lots of stuff, and ride. I practice... slowly gutting it out. My hope is that, within the four weeks between now and April, I'll be mentally over the hardness of it all. Being exhausted will be so commonplace, I'll be able to notice the beauty of my surroundings.</div>
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So I loaded up my bike with more water, and gear, than I really needed for my morning ride. I went out to the LBJ Grasslands, and rode on dirt roads and trails. I pushed my loaded bike up a few steep places.</div>
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These practice sessions allow me to test my gear and packing options. This customized <b><a href="https://dbags.bigcartel.com/" target="_blank">Donut Sack Saddlebag</a></b> works well for these self-supported outings into the backcountry. The combo with the Nitto R14 rack is a good one, and I expect this will be part of my set-up. I like it so well, that I'm pondering also using a similar bag on a small rack in the front one day.</div>
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There are many miles of equestrian trails in the LBJ Grasslands. That means my practice sessions involve a lot deep sand, or hard clay, bumpiness. What a wonderful patience builder!</div>
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Today's practice session involved riding the entire time in a heavy mist. It wasn't exactly what I'd call "rain", but it was more than fog. Poor visibility, I have learned, is another patience builder.</div>
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Even with poor fitness in honest-to-goodness rough stuff conditions, the Grasslands seems to always have its rewards. The quiet beauty reminds me why I practice...and why I load my bike, travel to hilly places, and pedal (or push) it uphills.</div>
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Perhaps I'll have some additional preparation reports between now and then. Four weeks, and counting...</div>
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I've been fascinated by the <b><a href="https://www.rsf.org.uk/" target="_blank">Rough Stuff Fellowship</a></b> since I first learned about the club. Although they seem to welcome all comers, it is a British based organization with a rich history back to 1955. Unless, I can find a north central Texas chapter (anyone?), it isn't clear how much of a fellowship it would be for me, a lone rambler on the prairie. </div>
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Until recently, I've been successful in my attempts to not dwell on my fascination with these adventurers too much. Until, that is, the <b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/rsfarchive/" target="_blank">@rsfarchive instagram account</a> </b>arrived, and the <a href="https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/688905218/the-rough-stuff-fellowship-archive-book" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank">Rough Stuff Fellowship Archive book Kickstarter project</a><b> </b>was launched.<b> </b> With so many compelling photographs and anecdotes before me, I am more smitten than ever. </div>
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Those pioneers were going out in rural areas, enduring challenging elements, and enjoying pathside brewups. Without even knowing (until recently) about this previous generation, I somehow found myself following the same path. I am not as hardy or skilled, but I am a Rough Stuff Wannabe.</div>
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I imagined myself as a Rough Stuff Fellow yesterday. I rolled out under overcast skies, and temperatures in the mid-30s. My plan was to trace a 35 mile loop west of my home, where the homesteads are more sparse, the terrain hillier, and the roads a bit rougher. Besides general exploration, the outing objective included reconnoitering a new overnight camp spot. The photo above shows the potential campsite. The deep grass in the foreground is a great spot for a bivy. Immediately behind the bike, the ground drops off rapidly down to the valley shown in the background. A sunrise brewup here would be delightful.</div>
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My bicycle, with its fatter tires and lower gearing, was significantly more comfortable than those used by the original Fellowship. If it weren't for the modern equipment I had, there were several places I would have been required to get off the bike and walk my way up. I had no snowy mountain passes or knee deep icy rivers to cross. But a serious looking Border Collie gave me that classic all business posture, nipped at my heels, and herded me down the road. An over-playful Blue Heeler crashed into my rear wheel and gave me quite a jolt. Other than the damp, chilly weather, maybe that is the best I can do to imitate my predecessors...well, except maybe for the brewup. </div>
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I may not have epic terrain, and I'm not a hardy lad. But I might be persuaded to admit to some level of achievement in my ability to bring civility to my outdoor conditions.</div>
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One of the keys for a keen path side brewup is location. On this loop, there is an abandoned bridge, made of a rusty steel truss and wooden planks, that spans a large creek. Getting through the barricades to the bridge deck required a bit of bicycle wrangling. Rough Stuff?</div>
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The sound of the riffles immediately downstream, blended with the rustling trees, to fill the spot with song. So I enjoyed the music, sipped from my mug, and warmed my cold fingers over my Trangia stove.</div>
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As the hot coffee went down, I reflected back on those who routinely pursued those challenging outings. Then I noticed the mud splatters on my bike and bags. Maybe my relatively tame outing could at least be considered in the same spirit of what they did.</div>
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Many of us enjoy coffee, but many of us also seem to enjoy it more when we put something into it. Some purists will adamantly reject anything that distracts from that pure black gold. But the rest of us look to all sorts to things to put into it and match the unique cravings of our own palate. I like it pure and black. But I also like to put something into it. Here's a rather complicated recipe that produces great results for me. Here are a few things I like to put into my coffee.</div>
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A bicycle, outdoor air, a remote place, dirt road, miles of pedaling meditation, self brewing, and enough time and effort to make me feel like I actually did put something into it.</div>
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Cool, overcast day, temperature in the mid-50s, fog and drizzle, leafless trees, rolling ranch land, and four geese honking cheerily as they pass over my right shoulder.</div>
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This isn't the only way to enhance pure black coffee, and I don't always have the perfect ingredients at hand. But my experience has been that these ingredients produce a fabulous, earthy cup of coffee.Ponderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042079750126434523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676045436294463991.post-13667339815292508462019-01-28T21:20:00.000-06:002019-01-28T21:20:03.119-06:00Sweet Simplicity<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What is it that makes simple living so sweet?<br />
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Is it cutting out all the clutter, and focusing on the basic essentials? Does it somehow create more time out of a chaotic life? Maybe it has a way of tapping into, and sharpening, our senses. Perhaps there is something about a connection with the natural and elemental. <br />
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A cheery and crackling campfire is a comfort on a chilly night outdoors. It is warm, gives light, makes a pleasing sound, and delights the eyes. It becomes a gathering point for people.<br />
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The daily routine of waking up is transformed when it happens outdoors in a beautiful place. It is a completely different sensory experience. Emerging from sleep in direct sunlight is like coming alive every day. It can create a certain energetic eagerness to leap into life.<br />
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But simple living can also be raw. Unpleasant weather is real, and winter nights are long. Food, drink, and entertainment options are limited. Sometimes the sweetness is the ability to find something positive to enjoy in the midst of otherwise bitter conditions.<br />
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For me, however, the sweetest part of simple living is that it...for my life so far...has been voluntary.Ponderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042079750126434523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676045436294463991.post-25641759850766426542019-01-21T15:20:00.002-06:002019-01-21T15:24:32.705-06:00Tarp Camp Overnighter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I woke, the wind blew waves on the lake and whistled by the edges of my tarp. It was as windy as predicted. This most definitely wasn't the sound that invites one to leave a warm bed. Conditions inside my open walled tarp configuration were actually quite still by comparison. I was grateful to have my tarp oriented correctly, and to have a reasonably comfortable place to prepare breakfast. I spent a lot of the morning contentedly under shelter.</div>
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On the afternoon prior, I had driven to the State park, unloaded the bike, and headed into the woods. The afternoon was spent crawling along looking for a campsite. Due to my recent scouting trip, I had a couple of options in mind. But which would be the best for the conditions? With the full lunar eclipse on the calendar, lake side with an east view was "option a". After a couple of hours of scouting and weighing options, "option a" won out. The only concern was the high exposure to the strong wind mentioned in the weather forecast. Trusting the predictions, I pointed my tarp point southeast, and nailed it.<br />
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As the sunlight faded away, the woods turned darker, spookier...and colder. Cooking my chili dinner had been scheduled for just this moment. On one horizon there was disappearing red flame, and on the opposite horizon, a gold moon leap into the sky. This is what some of us would call perfect dinner entertainment.</div>
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I watched the moon rise into the sky, and lake surface ripples come and go. With the activities of dinner completed, a lack of movement allowed a chill to seep in. I crawled under my tarp, and inside my quilt. Honestly, I missed a lot of the blood moon stuff. I peeked out at one point to view a partial eclipse stage. But lying down in a warm place, my relaxing body overtook me. As if I were under some kind of magic spell, I was helpless. </div>
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The real test would be preparing breakfast. I was going to need to spend a significant amount of time brewing coffee, and frying bacon and eggs...and brewing a second cup of coffee, of course. The original plan was to bring the bivy to this site. But, after imagining spending my morning around camp with limited shelter, a tarp seemed like a better choice this time. The ability to sit up, cook, store all the incidentals out of the wind, and still have a great view, truly was impressive.<br />
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I could sit on my pillow and sleeping pad for comfort. Everything needed was within reach. So there was no rush sipping that second cup of coffee, and watching the early morning light evolve fully into day. The tarp shelter was the last thing packed away. All clean up chores were done behind its protection. Eventually, however, even it was gone. I was fully exposed, and it was time to pedal away from this place.<br />
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Deeper into the woods, the conditions were fine. It was such a pretty day, and pedaling kept me warm. So I crawled along at a strolling pace, and absorbed the beauty of Texas winter. </div>
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The weather wasn't ideal for a long ramble in the country. It was wet, in the low 30s, a few odd snow flakes, and a sustained 25-30mph wind. But, with so many outings thwarted by circumstances lately, I was determined to get outside. I needed to find a way to work with what was given.<br />
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There is a spot in the woods, reasonably protected from a north wind. It is in a State park, a short ride away from the parking lot. Even with the brutal headwind and muddy conditions, it wasn't bad. Patiently crawling along in a low gear works fine when dressed properly.</div>
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I found my sheltered spot, and added additional shelter in the form of a tarp. This approach reduced the wind chill almost completely. Some of the larger gusts seemed to swirl around the side of the tarp at times, but is was surprisingly comfortable. This spot was pleasant enough to leisurely cook some bacon, and brew some fresh coffee. I considered spreading out on my ground sheet for a short snooze, but conditions appeared to be improving. Maybe I could get a longer ride in after all.</div>
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Mostly, I stayed on groomed fire roads. I did, however, get on a few trails. Strict trail nannies might have disapproved. But the areas I rode were firm, and I was watchful (while creeping along) for any signs of damage.<br />
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So what was originally planned to be an experiment in finding a tolerable place outside to spend an hour, turned in to a second breakfast outdoors and a decent ride. As a bonus, two excellent camp spots for future outings were found. With a little good fortune, I'll be back in a few days to provide a report on one of them.Ponderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042079750126434523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676045436294463991.post-43554693164011060112019-01-12T20:07:00.000-06:002019-01-12T20:07:24.887-06:00A Nest of Refuge<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A cold, gusty wind whistles across the prairie, and views are sacrificed for shelter. This tiny spot, squeezed between a barbed wire fence and a gravel road, is pleasant because it is a refuge.<br />
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It's funny how wild imaginations of grand adventure can sometimes interfere with so much opportunity that is already in our hands. As soon as we see what others in other places are doing, we think perhaps they are living a life more fulfilling than our own. Their videos and photographs are compelling. Their stories sound so enticing. So we seek those experiences for ourselves. We imagine visiting the places they've been, seeing the vistas, riding the routes, camping in wild places, and overcoming the challenges. We'll come back with our own amazing stories, we say. We lay aside what we previously held as precious so we can pursue the vision in our imagination.<br />
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We prepare, and we plan. Our current gear will not suffice. The grand adventures of our imagination require bicycles, camping gear, clothing, and what-nots that are not required for our local pleasures. So we sell off a few things to help fund and equip this rare objective. We are unfamiliar with those distant places, and spend our free time reading travel accounts, learning new skills, and scrutinizing maps. The logistics required to make the most of what the imagination promises takes significant time. It is time invested well, we say. Look at what we'll be able to do! Those hours of free time once used for local exploration, and making homegrown adventures is lost to something beyond. Suddenly, we find ourselves unprepared and unable to do what once came so naturally, and brought so much joy.<br />
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Sometimes our lofty dreams create a context that is unrealistic and intangible. Most of us do not have the gumption to completely upend our lives. Those who do, will create a new context. For the rest of us, maybe we should not lose sight of our current sense of our place, our current commitments, and how we live our lives. We should think, perhaps, in terms of anchoring our bicycle adventures within the practical limits of our situation. The wisest investment is there. If those grand adventures come our way, so much the better. But let us never let go of the precious gifts that we already have for those temporal, unsustainable visions...how ever enticing.<br />
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My reason for the bicycle has come full circle. As best I can remember, the beginning was all about play. The bicycle took the natural freedom of the outdoors and magnified it tremendously. Even in my teen years, it was a sort of escape from the chaos of life into the quieter places outside.<br />
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As an adult, I wandered into a more commonly recognized reason for adults on a bicycle. For years, I pursued athletic achievements. I worked on going faster and longer, and monitored my performance improvements. I dabbled in racing to test my abilities against others. I trained. In the winter, I trained indoors, staring at walls as sweat poured off onto the floor. The bicycle was about sport and accomplishment. Seeing the progress was addictive, and exploring and expanding personal limits was the goal. It was a goal that required focus, energy, dedication, and commitment. It had become work.<br />
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Somehow, life steered me back. Maybe it was family needs, spiritual insight, or simply an aging body. But I had found my limit. I simply didn't want to work at cycling any longer. It was sad and frightening to think about letting go of something that had consumed an investment of so much time and energy. I figured something very precious to me was lost. Then, without consciously thinking about it, I climbed on a bicycle and rode circles in front of my house.<br />
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I rode slow, meandering, circles just to be outside. It was a kind of meditative movement. Without realizing why, a sense of freedom began to grow. I had escaped from the chaos of not only life, but achievement cycling. It was about play again, and it was about seeking those quieter places outside. It happened more than ten years ago.<br />
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These days, it most definitely isn't work. Often the bicycle is for camping, exploring, picnics, or a cup of coffee. Always, it is to be outside.Ponderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042079750126434523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676045436294463991.post-22798163873080987412018-12-30T16:45:00.000-06:002018-12-30T16:45:02.600-06:00Accidental Improvements <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was surprised recently. After proclaiming this bike completely "dialed in", I made an unintentional refinement that made it "even more dialed in". I thought the new brakes, lower gearing, and tires were spot on perfect, but evidently not.<br />
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A simple rear rack change resulted in an accidental, yet significant, fit improvement. On a whim, I replaced my Ocean Air Cycles Erlen Bag Support with one of the lighter Nitto rear racks. I just wanted to see how well the Nitto rack would work, as compared to the Erlen. Stubbornly, I kept abusing the Erlen with too much load, and not enough rear tire clearance. It turns out the Nitto rack works great, and that itself worked out better than expected. But the biggest benefit wasn't even intended.<br />
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Removal of the Erlen requires temporary removal of the saddle. When I reinstalled the saddle, apparently it ended up slightly farther forward. That accidental "error" resulted in other charges for the better. First, I moved the bars slightly lower to accommodate the shorter "reach". Second, it feels like I'm in a stronger pedaling position. Finally, both of these refinements together make me feel more balanced fore/aft, and even more important than anything, more comfortable. So I feel more efficient and more comfortable by pure accident.<br />
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Since I'm guessing some "accidental impacts" can be negative, I am now terrified to change anything on this bike. Do you think it would be okay to oil my chain?<br />
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<br />Ponderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042079750126434523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676045436294463991.post-35593362832307559752018-12-25T21:01:00.000-06:002018-12-30T20:00:49.949-06:00Pondering Toward Simplicity<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Sometimes while exploring a trail, it will disappear. In the beginning, it is well-defined, has clear direction, and the explorer pursues it with hopeful anticipation. Initially, the rewards are tangible and pleasurable. After a while, however, the path becomes obscured. The way is more complex, and following it feels like work. It doesn't pay what it promised. With persistence, the trail fades to nothing, or immediately dead ends. Then it is time to backtrack.<br />
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A special day riding with friends on a 25 yr old MTB reminds me that what is true of trails is true of so many other things in life. Material goods and technology (to name a couple of examples) become a tangle of briars. This old, simple bicycle does not limit, or interfere with, the pleasure on this day. On the other hand, time spent pursuing equipment upgrades is time not spent riding with friends.<br />
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Social media seems similar. Instagram, like a fresh new single track into the woods, began so well. It has allowed me to meet several great people. But I have begun to feel its tangled vines slow me down. So here I am on an my old blog platform, pondering old bikes, and simpler ways.Ponderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042079750126434523noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676045436294463991.post-56977386799403661282012-12-17T19:46:00.000-06:002012-12-17T19:46:18.023-06:00New Pasture<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I guess I ran into the fence line here, so it's time to make other arrangements. It's inconvenient that this occurs as I'm trying to get a post up about this year's Ramble, but it's not like climbing those steep gravel pitches into a headwind with only one gear and dust in my eyes. Since last Saturday, I think some of you now have a fond appreciation for my refreshing prairie headwinds.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I won't mislead you. I'm a little nervous about this year's event. Preparations have been a little more challenging this year. The unreliability of the Rosston General Store as a refreshment stop, and the infiltration of the oil and gas industry on some of our more "pristine" areas prompted a route change. I ended up with two alternate routes in hopes of minimizing a long headwind finish. Then I persuaded "GravelDoc" to make the trip down from Missouri to join the ride. Finally, if everyone that sent me a note actually comes, we will have our biggest Ramble ever. So, yes, I'm nervous. Expectations might be higher than ever. I hope my guests enjoy themselves.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">It's almost Saturday. So pack those bags with snacks, cameras, and a relaxed perspective, come up to my little place on the north Texas prairie, and join your friends in a pleasant rural ramble.</span>Ponderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042079750126434523noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676045436294463991.post-32168461965121501412012-12-02T18:50:00.000-06:002012-12-02T18:54:52.064-06:00Melancholy, Meditation, and Medicine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A little before sunset, I set out for a couple of hours. Sometimes I ride when I don't know what else to do. When life becomes difficult, I find that the rhythm of turning cranks and removing other sources of outside stimulus helps the meditation process. I have learned that pedaling can often be good medicine.<br />
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I lost my father-in-law yesterday. His three children lost their father. His wife lost a husband, and many people lost a wonderful friend. I share in the collective grief, and I hurt for all of them. But in addition to that, I have my own sense of loss. I remember meeting him the first time my wife (before we were married) brought me home to meet her parents. I can only imagine what he must have thought of such an immature kid with his eldest daughter. But he always treated me like I was special.<br />
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He was truly like a second dad for me. He was always patient, warm, hospitable, and in spite of my profound clumsiness, included me in his activities. I've spent many hours in his shop with him helping him build airplanes. It would have been more efficient for him to do things himself, but he took the time to teach me how to do things so I could be a part of his world. He made me feel like I was useful to him, and when we talked about more serious matters, he made me feel like I was making good decisions. Is there anything better for a man than this kind of affirmation?<br />
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I can only hope he knows how much I appreciate the gift of his daughter, that I've done my best to take good care of her, and that I loved him dearly.<br />
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So I rode tonight with my one gear a good deal of time into a 20+mph headwind. But when your heart hurts this much, you can't feel your legs.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Because the Fourth Annual Fall Finale Forty-ish Mile Country Path Ramble is less than one month away! Since I normally ride alone, the possibility that others might come join me for my personal annual tradition makes me eagerly anticipate this ride each year.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">This year's Ramble will be on Saturday, December 15. We will roll out of my driveway at 10am. That means you should arrive in time to make all needed preparations before 10am.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">The Ramble is a ride I do each year on a Saturday near the very end of autumn. The primary objective is to spend a few hours riding a bicycle with others on rural north Texas roads. A goodly fraction of the route is on gravel roads. Historically, it has been a little over 40 miles, but this year (because of a route change), it could be closer to 50 miles. See prior Ramble reports for a little more insight (<a href="http://chris-pondero.blogspot.com/2011/12/memory-of-heart.html" target="_blank"><b>2011</b></a>, <a href="http://chris-pondero.blogspot.com/2010/12/harvest-of-friends.html" target="_blank"><b>2010</b></a>, and <a href="http://chris-pondero.blogspot.com/2009/12/fall-finale-and-friends.html" target="_blank"><b>2009</b></a>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I actually have two route possibilities, and they are both close to 50 miles. Final route selection has not been made yet, and might ultimately be made based on the weather forecast (I generally like to avoid ending my rides with headwind slogs).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Speaking of weather, I always want folks to know that I'm not hard-core. I can ride if it is a little cold, or a little drizzly, but I don't like cold and wet. On days like that, I will send you on your way with a cue sheet and my best wishes, and then spend the rest of my day by the fireplace.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">The pace is what I call "conversational" because I think of this as a social kind of ride. We might stop for snacks, photographs, or just because. Like last year, I plan to have cue sheets available for those who might wish to ride faster or slower than me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">The other thing to emphasize for this ride is that you are responsible for you. This is not a T-shirt ride, there are no entry fees, and no sag services. Both routes have at least one place to stop for restroom, water, or snacks. On one route that opportunity comes at approximately mile 19, and on the other route it comes at approximately mile 25. You should have a back-up plan for a mechanical problem, and beware...some areas on the Ramble route do not have cell phone service. Yes, it's rural.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Anyone who is interested in being a part of what is described above is welcome to participate. If you plan to join me, I would appreciate an email message or a blog post comment telling me that you will be here. My preparation plans are dependent on the number of folks participating, so please help me with this. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">This seemed as good a place as any to pull my two chocolate-topped cake donuts from my gravel dust encrusted Carradice bag. I had stopped at the donut shop in Sanger and packed a little snack to compliment my thermos of coffee before making my way down to Elm Bottom Circle. The morning was cloudy and blustery. With the 20-30 mph winds and color frosted vegetation, the world seemed restless in anticipation of the season's next cold front.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Elm Bottom Circle is a actually more triangle-shaped than circular, but does basically connect FM 428 at two points. In between those two points, it drops down close to the Elm Fork of the Trinity River downstream of Lake Ray Roberts. My looped route descended toward the southeast and into the wind, and the climb back home was eased with a furious tailwind. I had figured that there might be some relief from the wind in the bottomlands, but even here, I was forced to hook my handlebar over the barbed wire to keep the bike from blowing over.</span><br />
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<br />Ponderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042079750126434523noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676045436294463991.post-56203470326577931812012-11-03T13:09:00.003-06:002012-11-03T13:09:59.728-06:00Pedaling Through Transitions<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I am a huge fan of Frank Patterson's bicycling drawings. When I study them, I am inevitably drawn into the scene. I long to be there among those enjoying a bicycle outing in the countryside. Occasionally, I am fortunate enough to actually ride through areas that remind me of his scenes. So I smile because I realize that, for a few moments...and in a small way, I've become Frank Patterson's art come to life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">While playing around with Picasa's photo editing tools and a photo taken from today's Sunday afternoon ride, I accidentally stumbled on an effect that reminded me of Mr. Patterson's style. A computer doctored photograph is no substitute for a master's art. But it does provide me this opportunity to honor his work, and perhaps lead someone new to enjoy it.</span>Ponderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042079750126434523noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676045436294463991.post-57770957966194871942012-10-27T19:57:00.000-06:002012-10-27T19:57:26.439-06:00Quickbeam Exploration Micro-Tour<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">In a short time, the trail became less obvious among the vegetation. As I was forced to watch the ground closer, and nearer my front wheel, I was reminded that this was once private property. Aerial photos show remnants of old home foundations, and a grid pattern to the trail system that was probably once roads. Patches of severely worn asphalt was observed on a few short sections of the single track I followed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">My trail led to the lake, and lake access is one of the reasons I wanted to explore this area. Today the north wind blowing over the water made for a bit of a chill, so I retreated to a protected low area for my first coffee stop.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">There was evidence of abandoned homes for more than just people. As shown in the photo, this former bird's nest is only about saddle height on a 56cm frame. I'm guessing this home was built after the road became a footpath.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">It doesn't really look like a road in this photo, but there are visual clues in abundance of what once was. My blanket sits just on top of what appears to be a graded slope from natural ground level down to a lower roadway.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">But not so fast. I've got a couple more sips left, and I am moving purposefully slow today.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">What single track through a north Texas native prairie looks like on a chilly, late October morning. I'll take this directly south to the highway, meander a few back roads, zip through Sanger, cross the Interstate, and arrive at my second coffee stop in about an hour.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Duck Creek Road, on the south side of Sanger, is a low traffic road. There is a new bridge over Duck Creek, just west of the pecan orchard, with concrete side rails that include a nice flat sitting surface.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Sitting and sipping, and watching the wind carry a few leaves away from their trees. Probably in the low 40s by now, and with the sunshine, time to shed a layer. Just ask me if this is better than 95 degrees.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Sometimes I think I should have named this blog "Bikes and Barbed Wire". It seems like 90% of my photos involve one of my bikes leaning against a barbed wire fence. I apologize to those who long ago grew bored with my primary subject matter. But until I get tired of it, I guess we're stuck with it. Perhaps there is more to be done with a bike and barbed wire, and I'm just the guy to figure it out. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I've been seeing this guy a lot lately on one of my frequent routes. He's hard to miss. Maybe when I'm too feeble to ride a bike, I could get a fine, strong horse like this one to pull me in a wagon down gravel roads. Maybe I'd pose the wagon against barbed wire fences in four counties.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">In addition to bikes and barbed wire, I seem to have developed quite an appetite for fixed gear, mixed terrain metric centuries. I've got a nice, geared randonneur bike with plush 650b x 42mm tires, but I've been grabbing the Quickbeam lately. It's slower and harder, but I do it anyway. I've been pondering this, and have a few ideas. But, honestly, I can't explain it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Small gravel and early morning sunshine making thousands and thousands of tiny shadows that gives one of my favorite roads a visually interesting texture. Note how there is no barbed wire in this photo.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">We are beginning to see a few colorful signs of the autumn season in north Texas. We'll never have the gaudy, over-saturated red or yellow forest like other locales. Instead, we have a tree here and there with stand-out color. Even then, the bright colors are mixed in with a more tasteful balance of tree trunk for strength, and variations in color for a more interesting texture. We love our fall foliage just like the rest of you. There's probably barbed wire in this photo, but no bike.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">And sometimes you come around the corner to see the sunshine highlight a stark passed-from-this-life tree with no leaves at all. It has an interesting shape, and can still be admired.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">The gateway to Greenwood. Several photos have been posted of the outside of the Greenwood Grocery and Grill, but never the entry way into this lovely settlement. The Grocery and Grill is just around the corner in the shady spot. Note that the bike is leaning against a guard rail, and not a barbed wire fence.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Across the street from the Grocery and Grill. Can you imagine a bunch of bikes parked here, leaning up against all kinds of things that are not barbed wire when this year's Ramble passes through here? And all the cyclists enjoying the camaraderie of pedaling rural roads. I can, and it looks delightful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">North Texas is flat. But occasionally, I have to stand on the pedals, pull on the bars, and gasp for air. I don't know why. I must be old or something. Did you notice that this fence is not barbed wire? Yeah, a crazy experiment, and it caused me a little discomfort. I think it came out okay.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">This is the first place I can see the Wise County courthouse, sitting on top of the hill in Decatur, Texas. It's that little spike on the horizon in the opening between the trees (behind the barbed wire fence). In a little while, I can stop at the donut shop, buy a fresh sausage and cheese kolache (wikipedia says technically what I had was a klobasnek, most of us Texans aren't so technical), and look across the street at that same courthouse.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Well because I know you've been missing the bike and barbed wire, I close with two classic Pondero photos. This one has some of that awesome, thousand shades of brown, shoulder high prairie grass blowing in the wind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">And finally, just another bike, leaning against a barbed wire fence. Because, ...well...I guess that's just what I do.</span>Ponderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042079750126434523noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676045436294463991.post-54804861878211637372012-10-18T18:59:00.002-06:002012-10-18T18:59:33.550-06:00Consolation Ride<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ponderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042079750126434523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676045436294463991.post-10449206212672067872012-10-18T06:50:00.002-06:002012-10-18T06:50:32.380-06:00Tour Delayed<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Today was the day I was to start the 3-legged credit card tour. Nice day for it. The first stage was the journey to Henrietta fictionally described in a prior journal entry. But sometimes things don't work out. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Maybe later... </span>Ponderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042079750126434523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7676045436294463991.post-37400199727898853792012-10-08T21:01:00.000-06:002012-10-08T21:04:51.179-06:00Schwalbe Marathon Dureme<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">These 700x40 Schwalbe Marathon Duremes have several hundred miles on chip seal, smooth asphalt, gravel, and dirt. Just look at the little rubber nubs (is that the right word?) still standing there proud as your cat at the back door with a bloody bird at its feet. There's a ridge nub running down the center of the continuous middle tread, and amazingly it is still there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">I agonized over the purchase of these tires because I thought they'd feel lifeless and horribly slow. But I eventually pulled the trigger because I thought they looked right. I wanted some wider tires on the Quickbeam than the 32mm Pasela tires I had. I needed some volume for comfort and control, and wanted some tread because I thought it might help on the gravel climbs a little. I also thought they would make my gravel-leaning, fixed gear all-arounder look a little more ruggedly handsome. I might as well just come right out and admit it. Looks are important.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">They might not be as supple and fast as a Grand Bois tire, but they don't seem dead or horribly slow either. In fact, to my senses, they feel good on gravel. They have what I'd call a comfortable, stable feel. These Duremes are also tough, and probably just as important as anything else, they LOOK tough. Because when you are no longer a slave to performance, you can enjoy looking cool.</span>Ponderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16042079750126434523noreply@blogger.com15