LEVIS-TROW 100 Miler on this Saturday...

The WEMS Levis-Trow 100 is this weekend. Consider racing this event as it involves a remarkably varied and challenging course. I am more than fired-up, especially given my re-birth as a Single-Speeder. Thanking Mr. Bushy, initially for promoting the 29er and then the notion of a single-speed. Since adopting the austere SS lifestyle I have become obsessed with finding the perfect match between course, legs, lungs, tattoos, and the one gear. Regarding the one gear, at the Metro-Challenge I went with a 34X18 and it felt about right, although if I could go back, I would probably go with a 34X17 as that course held only one significant climb. Specifically, a climb which (given the 34X18) I was able to ascend every lap without dismounting, but the trade-off was that I was "geared-out" on several flat segments of the course. In contrast, from what I can remember, Levis is a much more demanding course, so I think I will go with a 19 or even a 20 on the back...I recall two big-time climbs in particular, one of which Eki and I walked on the majority of the laps [8 laps total to get the 100 miles]. More on my transformation....

WEMS Metro-Challenge Race Recount...

A WEMS Metro Challenge race recap…[check out the initial introductory run-on sentence…in dedication to dear Mrs. Fortner, a master English teacher, now retired…but still a force to be reckoned with!]

Due to life’s time constraints exacerbated by da wife’s educational pursuits, geographical and/or transportational factors associated with living @ 46°47′13″N; 92°05′54″W, coupled with the realization and acknowledgement that I am but a cog in a fairly progressive and thus relatively healthy family ecosystem, it is often the case that in order to experience the joys of bicycle racing, without significantly disrupting the family dynamic, compromise is usually warranted. Therefore, the only solution is to commit to a kind of surgical/commando-style approach that manifests, in practice, as a car-to-race-to-car tactic. For example, the normal obligatory routine in order to participate in a WEMS event like the 12 Hours Metro Challenge (which is located near Milwaukee, Wisconsin; or nearly seven hours from my home in the northern latitudes) would involve the author leaving Duluth on a Friday night around 11 pm driving all night, racing, then driving back to Duluth and being home around 4:00 am on a Sunday. I figure that I’ll get plenty of sleep after I’m dead and hanging out with Mallory, Tilman, and the rest of the DBD guyz. So it goes…

However, this time was different, because my good friend and DBD training partner, Tim Ek, generously agreed to drive the both of us down in his fancy-pants Toyota Prius. To a simple man used to driving a 1998 Chevy Prism with no options and a sickly constitution, the thought of riding in such luxurious comfort was captivating. Note: Eki usually travels to these events with his lovely wife, Amy, as they routinely camp out and enjoy the whole weekend together; she rides and runs while he races, etc… As alluded to above, this solo sortie for him was unusual too, as he is blessed with a wife that enjoys and supports his cycling obsession and so they usually travel together, but this time she had to be “on-call” for work.

In any event, her misfortune was my gain as I was invited to go along with him. Initially we had planned to camp, but we could find nothing remotely near to the suburban venue. Reluctantly, we began to query the possibly of staying in a motel. During this process it began clear that due to all kinds of summer musical-festivals and other big crowd activities in the Milwaukee/Madison area; we were going to have to pay big money to stay in a motel, if lucky enough to find one with a vacancy. Yet, I still wanted to go because I was so fired up to travel with Eki and also I love the whole grass-roots, low-key, “shut-up and race” mantra of the WEMS. Finally, we found a place close to the race venue for the astronomically-high price of $139 for a basic room. For the author, a monetary amount that represents the highest ever paid for lodging…No doubt, it was a tough call, but alas the obsessive need to “feed the rat” trumped my frugality.

We left around 4:00 pm on Friday and arrived just a tad before 11:00 pm. The drive down was greatly entertaining and thus time and mileage flew by while we engaged in delightfully stimulating conversation. Although on a slightly sinister note, I must say that while initially captivated, as we continued onward I was somewhat taken aback by the rather condescending “tone” of the “computer lady” that apparently resides within Eki’s super techy “global positioning device,” a modern 21st century navigational gizmo that, among the yuppie hybrid crowd, has all but replaced maps and the like, but more on this later…as my worst fears are realized on our trek homeward.

Arriving to our nondescript motel situated in a nondescript suburbia; complete with nondescript townhomes and nondescript strip-malls we halted the car. But before disembarking from the vehicle, we were subjected to a brief, albeit terse, auditory self-congratulatory pronouncement and concluding instructions via the computer woman that seemingly lays locked inside of Eki’s Super Techy “global positioning device/system” (GPS). At the desk, we were immediately informed by our slightly disheveled concierge, a young woman of immense, almost mythological proportions, that due to some kind of overbooking miscalculation, we were being “up graded” to the Board-Room Suite. Our heart soared with visions of a spacious multi-roomed “Executive” abode, complete with fully stocked bar, sauna, hot-tub, young female Swedish masseurs, and all the other trimmings that are doled out to the rich and famous. Unfortunately, the Board Room was nothing more that a two roomed affair fit for perhaps a meeting place for a local covey of house-to-house vacuum cleaner salesmen. The board room per se was a room that contained a large oblong table with six or eight chairs, although on one side it did contain a smallish kitchen-type set-up. The other room contained a large double bed and the standard boob-tube. We wiled away a couple hours, in good cheer, downing a few ales and watching rerun episodes of the always funny and clever South Park. All was good and apart from the respite from the long haul, I, for one, was also glad to be away from the constant and overbearing watchful eye of the dictatorial GPS spokesperson. I made a subtle attempt to communicate my concerns to Eki regarding the GPS spokeswoman, mindful that he was seemingly quite attached to it, but he immediately cut me off, calling me a Luddite and telling me to go to sleep, of which I obliged. I dreamt of playing with Michael Jackson in his amusement park...the Elephant man was there too!

Saturday dawned with nary a cloud in the sky. Although coffee was in short supply and the promise of a free continental was forsaken, we felt the undeniable excitement of the approaching race…We loaded up the Prius, Eki fired up the car, then religiously turned on the domineering GPS and then reacted with strict adherence to itz feminist commands; which, I must concede, did deliver us directly to the race venue. I remember quietly seething at the obvious contempt in her voice as she proclaimed, “You have arrived at your destination.” As I left the car to begin the final preparations for the long day of riding, I silently resolved to usurp this loathsome GPS device upon the homeward voyage.

Upon arrival to the scene, as is the usual case, many other riders had erected sophisticated canopy-styled pit areas including several race bikes each, some even brought obsequious man-servants to attend to their needs during the long day of racing. But Eki and I came armed only with two bikes and two coolers respectively. While Eki sported a sleek Gary Fisher FS 29er, the author (a simple man) opted to go with only his Trusty Gunnar of which was converted to a single speed.

The course was nondescript, but given the location and the topography from which to work, the race organizers must be commended for a job well done! The course involved a zigzagged descent down a blue diamond ski hill, into lots of rolling turns, a moderate climb, a gravel road, more single track, and a section of field, capped off with a short gravel incline. Each lap took about half an hour, give or take a few minutes.

Off the front, Eki rode with two other talented riders for a few laps during the morning, but from the onset he was clearly the best on that beautifully sunny and breezy day. Like any and all long events, there were of course flats, minor crashes, bouts of melancholia, etc., but thatz the name of the game and therefore such occurrences should not be used as excuses for less than stellar performances. In fact, Eki took a nasty fall from slipping off his handlebar grips and the author had to deal with an early front flat and a big crash on the one significant downhill section. The author was encouraged after the halfway point to learn that he was in 2nd place overall, but alas on the final lap, a fast charging Chris Schotz caught him, and so he had to settle for third overall. The fourth place rider from, I believe, near the Chicago area, was also able to turn 22 laps. Note: the distance covered was over 120 miles for the top four guyz...

The end-of-the-race festivities were delightful. We won beer!!! It was nice to see and converse with Justin Lund and Mark Burkholtz, but of whom share admirable athletic prowess and amicable character traits as well. However, with a long drive awaiting us, we did not dally. We jumped in the Prius, filled with high spirits and a resolve to get home in one piece.

All went well, until Eki turned the piloting over to me so as to grab a brief respite from the toil of the road. Uncanny in itz ability to ruffle my feathers, as soon as Eki began to snore and I began to look for a spot to refuel, the GPS computer lady began to get on me about where to go. To make a long story short: late night, lost near Eau Claire, Wisconsin and very low on gas, in a moment profound indecision, Eki chose the computer bitch over his friend…Of course, Orwell would not have been shocked…”The horror, the horror.” The author, relegated to mere spectator status, while the GPS intermingled between mocking and chastising me and propping up Eki with ingenious compliments…so it goes…

Levis-Trow is just six dayz hence…………….

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Click on the above for information regarding The Northland's Fall Formal and then immediately thereafter start making serious arrangements for a proper pedicure, bikini wax, and all the other refinements associated with attending a Top-Notch Formal Gala Event... To allow even the lowly proletariat (including Single-Speeders on rigid steel frames) to the waltz aside the bourgeoisie, the entry fee is reasonable ($0.00), you are NOT required to hold a USCF license, and the parking is free so you have no excuses...Carbon products from foreign lands are discouraged, but acceptable. This event is the result of Jeremy Kershaw's practicalized inspiration gained from participating in both the Ragnarok 105 and the Almanzo 100 this spring. This event promises to be on par with the Ball that Cinderella attended back in the day!!!!!

The WEMS Metro Challenge race recap is almost finished...And get ready for the WEMS 100 miler in six dayz time @ Levis-Trow (an amazing course).

Happy __dependence Day!!!
Letz give thanks for all the things for which we now depend…
We depend on four or five mega-media institutions to decide what we read and what we watch on TV, on the "big screen," and listen to on the radio...
We depend on four or five mega-institutions to decide where we shop, the bikes we buy, and the food we eat.
We are dependent on China for our clothing, toys, and cell phones, etc, etc....
We are dependent on the Middle East for our oil.
We depend on the federal govt. to bail out our big three auto-monoliths, the Wall Street crooks, and we especially depend on them to decide who and what we fight for….
Happy Dependence Day!!!
Ben Franklin and da boyz are rolling over in their graves!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Metro Challenge does not disappoint...Tim Ek takes the WIN!!!! [Click on THIS to see results...]

Tim Ek and I traveled down to the WEMS Metro Challenge this weekend to partake in their 12 hour event which generously afforded both Tim and I over 125 miles of riding some pretty fun single-track, including lots of tight turns and fast corners....Eki won the whole thing in impressive style, we got to enjoy the company of some top notch fellas, and it was my first time to ever race on a single speed (Note: the SS thang was a blast, my knees are fine, and apart from getting "geared-out" on just a few flat segments, I never felt at a disadvantage!!! Plus with no gears to worry with, itz just one less thing to cloud my slightly flawed/diminished mental capacities). ...A full race recap to follow soon... Thanks WEMS guyz!!!!!!!!!!

WE ARE LINCOLN MEN by D.H. Donald

I just finished a great book, We Are Lincoln Men: Abraham Lincoln and his Friends, by David Hebert Donald. This unique character sketch of Lincoln examines how his friends influenced his leadership and thus history. The work is such that Donald develops a framework or principal of Lincoln’s friendships based partly on Aristotle’s “typology of friendship” which holds that there are three fundamental kinds of friendships. There are “enjoyable” friendships, there are “useful” friendships, and then there are “perfect” friendships. Accordingly to be involved in a perfect friendship one is committed to an egalitarian relationship that is based upon a “free sharing of ideas, hopes, wishes, ambitions, fears…” Furthermore, such rare friendships can only exist between “good people.” Donald submits that Lincoln, like most of us, never achieved the perfect friendship with anyone, but he did enjoy many other less-perfect, but important and even profound friendships. This book provides captivating analysis of several such friendship, within the context of Lincoln’s extraordinary life and times… Itz really a great read, an amazing read, in that it gives such a human face to Lincoln.

For whatz it worth, I believe Lincoln to be the most “human” and “good” of all the Presidents. This is a highly recommended book…

The revenge of the SWAMP THING...North Shore angst..."click" on the pics for better quality!!!