Armed & Dangerous

Here’s a photo of me on my new bike- out for a soul ride.

I am now squared away on a 2005 Dakar XC Expert, and I think I’m going to like it.

As always, I am indebted (quite literally) to Joe of Joe’s Bike Shop
for understanding that I can’t not have a quality ride. This is my fifth Jamis since 1988, and my 3rd bike from Joe, although he had a hand in the other 2 deals one way or another. Now he has moved another notch up the “people I would have to take a bullet for” list.

Now that the PSA’s are over, let me address this road bike thing.

It is not about the workout for ‘Tops and S’quatch. Those guys prefer to ride the road because it keeps them in cell tower or payphone range so they can call on their wives to pick them up when they: cramp up, get lost, have a devastating mechanical like a flat tire, or it starts raining.

I was riding “10 speeds” back when the housing looped up above the bars and you had to move your hand to shift. I get it, trust me. I used to chase Dogboy up and down Tram road. The Silver Lake Triathlon. Innovation Park Crits. Me going back to road bikes would be about as ridiculous as Lebron James going back to high school basketball.

I have evolved man.

Juancho erectus

13 Responses to Armed & Dangerous

  1. Ouch! Pretty good aim. But for the record, I never call my wife when I cramp up. I just tough it out and then ride real slow back to the barn, like I did at San Felasco. Sas and I did call his wife one ride when we patched a nonhole and then burned our single CO2 cannister on his 29er tube. No spare. But those were our early, salad days.

    Congrats on the new ride.

  2. oh for a wife to call when I have an emergency. Although it’s true at least that I took a cab home when I was 20 miles away from home and my chain broke. Now I carry a chain tool.

  3. Damn it-that was a good one. I’ll get you for that.

    What’s up Sascha, I told these fools I wasn’t the one who moderated you. Heck, my aversion to moderation has been well documented.

  4. I was moderated by some other blogger who doesn’t ride a bike…no worries there.

    Stay tuned for another blog post here soon where you make a cameo appearance btw.

  5. The boy speaks the truth about the past experience on the road bike. He started real young by sneaking rides on my precious Raleigh with the Renolds aluminum frame while I was at work. I hear that he had to stick his leg through the frame in order to ride it. Before that however, he learned to ride on a non-asphalt road that was probably not much better than that drainage ditch Sasquatch was making reference to. Where do you think he developed “King & Kong”? There was scarce asphalt in rural Central Flordia in those days. Riding his Schwinn Mag Scrambler through that Highlands Ridge sugar sand was pretty tough on the boy. He is just staying true to his roots. I might add that us Old Folks at Home ride fat knobby tired bikes as well and they ain’t cruisers. (can’t wait to get a shot at that new ride.)

  6. The bikes get bigger and sweeter, but in the end it’s really still little Juancho riding his Schwinn Mag Scrambler through the Highland Ridge sugar sand.

  7. Who says you can never go back home or relive the past. If the truth be known, most of us are striving to hold on to those cherished memories of our formative years while struggling to prepare ourselves in the present for the uncertainties of tomorrow. Hmmmm? I wonder what role smooth concrete, asphalt & skinny tires played in Sasquatch’s past? (:

  8. Well, I was known to drop the other kids on my tricycle.

    I mean, I did OWN my driveway, and when the other kids started cruising up on their bannana seat bikes with sissy bars I could come in low and fast on my trike and put the crunch on ’em.

    I’m not bragging or anything, but it was a Trek full-carbon trike, and I rode for pride.

  9. As I suspected. Thanks for the open and honest disclosure. We do tend to seek ways to repeat those experiences that gave us success in our early years. Then some of us are blessed to be able to live out our dreams vicariously through our offspring and their friends. I remember training for months on the old Raleigh (roadbike) to ride the 100 miler from Homestead to Flamingo (50 miles of which was on clay roads) only to be thwarted when the Raleigh was stolen a few weeks before the ride. Now I just take the occasional recreational ride but mostly sit back and read BRC and think of the good old days. Thanks for keeping it going guys & gals. Hmmm? I think I hear faint refrains of “will the circle be unbroken”.