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Tuesday, August 26, 2014

ANNOUNCING TO NO ONE, STAGE 5 USPC, HOW, WHY, WHERE, WHEN....MAKING SHIT HAPPEN....


Above is a short video of some of the action from Stage 5 of the US Pro Cycling Challenge. This video was shot while once again there was zero television coverage available for viewers on their boob tubes and other "smart" devices. In a nutshell, the TV coverage has once again been terrible during this event. It's a complicated system that requires ground cameras to send a digital feed up to a helicopter which then sends the feed to an overhead circling airplane which then bounces it up to a satellite. It's a plan that simply will never work in August with late day stage start times. It storms almost everyday this time of year. I know these things because I lived in the high country of Colorado for 31 years. for cycling fans, it sucks. With that said I have a very good idea of how this tour operates and works. I worked with the USPC the first two years in Vail and Avon, as well as in Beaver Creek as the expo director for all three of these stages for the Local Organizing Committee (LOC).  Being a member of these stage committees requires a TON of your personal time in meetings and planning which is all basically for free and for being closer to the race action when it comes through. You might get a free embroidered golf shirt and hat as well as a free Smashburger for lunch for your efforts, or not. I've also been very fortunate to have been paid by the Champion Systems team to host their team party for the Denver and Vail Time Trials which gave me an opportunity to announce all the great names involved in this wonderful bike race. It was an honor to do so, and Dave Griebling hooked me up with these opportunities. I've been among and part of a few of the craziest parties at this race. The crowd on top of Swan Mountain road during the first year of this race was legendary. The Vail Pass TT crowds are always insane. Thanks to Dave for sneaking me up to the finish last year in the Champion Systems Team Sprinter Van with my sound system for the mayhem. I've also watched some of the racing in very remote places where there are no fans at all, which is a very satisfying way to observe the race, it's quiet and you do not have a bunch of fat people in skin suits running you over trying to get on TV while they actually do not even watch the race, it's annoying.
Let's move forward to this past Friday and Stage 5 of the USPC. I had driven down to Colorado Springs the day before to watch Stage 4 in Garden of the Gods National Park, were Jens once again went free and clear only to be caught close to the line, it was a great day. The next day I had to drive to Gunnison to announce the 24 Hours in the Sage over the weekend. This is one of mountain bikings biggest parties, and it was again this year. With that said, I had to drive right along the route of that day's stage to get to Gunnison from Lakewood. From Jefferson to Fairplay, on Hwy 285, the peloton would travel, exactly where I would be driving that day. As I came off of Kenosha Pass I realized that I had my full PA system in tow, along with my generator. The decision was made immediately to set up and blow out the race as it came by. There is an unmarked smaller pass on this route right before the race drops into Fairplay. It is called Red Hill Pass, and I knew the race would be slow climbing up this section of the course, it's a fairly long grind at 4-7% grades. A couple of people were at the top of this pass, and it was dumping rain most of the morning up there. and freezing. I decided to set up camp about halfway up this climb away from anyone, and in a spot where no one else could squeeze in. It was a grand viewing location, I could see the riders dropping into the bottom of Red Hill Pass from about 4-5 miles out as they approached. With the PA speakers covered with plastic bags and my sound board in the back of the car dry, I had the music pumping, really loud, and when the 12 man break came through they got a full dose of Cypress Hill's "Insane in the Brain". Roughly 4 minutes later came the main Peloton which was being paced by BMC protecting the lead of Tejay Van Garderen. It was grand, and it was miserable and cold, and the Peloton came by to "Turn Down For What" ripping over the sound system. The entourage of vehicles was throwing thumbs up and honking horns as they came by, and I annnounced, to no one other than the riders. It was a riot. The entire incident got a little bit of play through Twitter and Facebook for the better part of a day, and if  it helped the riders at all, it was worth the effort, which was minimal, but fun. And that is all it was meant to be. This is the video.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

IT'S ALL ABOUT THE BIKE, AND THE CAR YOU LAND ON....

Unpoetic justice that this douche lives.....while cyclists get creamed everyday.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

WORK

 Images from Sayako Ikeda
Not so much.........

Saturday, August 2, 2014

HOW FACEBOOK RUINED THE WORLD....

In my personal estimation, which is worth the pile of old used and broken cell phones you have in your night stand drawer, I think Facebook and smart phones have totally fucked up and ruined the world. Facebook has completely and utterly ripped the soul out of mountain biking. I believe a lot of people ride their mountain bikes now just so they can tell a bunch of people who really don't care what ride they did today, yesterday, and will be doing tomorrow. What happened to heading out with a group of your homies, riding your asses off, drinking a few beers over shitty nachos somewhere, and doing it all again the next day without a word spoken? Nobody cares where you ride or how many feet you climbed, these are numbers for the soul, keep them there. Oh, and put the gaul damn smart phone away a actually LOOK what direction you are walking in once in a while. Fuck.

Friday, August 1, 2014

CAN I AT LEAST HAVE SOME OF MY MONEY BACK?

I spent a fair amount of pocket cash on all of these magazines and books years past. Apparently I thought they were pretty special and truthful at the time. I found them all in one of the boxes I just moved down to the front range of Colorado this past week. I was wondering if there was a way to get some of my money back? Who would I call to see about that? Just wondering, as usual.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

AND SO IT COMES DOWN TO THIS......

 These photos have absolutely nothing to do with this post, but they were the best I could come up with from what I've done recently, which is have more fun. 
As the next chapter of my life begins, with a move to the front range of Colorado to spend my days with my better half and her four four legged pups, this is all I could come up with. Some images from the South Platte River outside of Hartsel, Colorado where I spent so many days guiding people (many idiots) fishing in the 80's and 90's. I like to go back there on occassion and listen to the bitter fishing guides scream at their clients for hours on end while I giggle through some of my old favorite fishing holes. I had to leave that profession eventually as it was another dead end, a place where old and bitter guides go to drink themselves and lie to their graves.

I've lived in Eagle, Colorado for a while, but that too has run it's course as I like to say, "if you do not live in Eagle, there is really no reason to go there". It's got stuff to do that is fun and outdoorsy, but so does every other place in Colorado, and most other spots have quite a bit more character than this one time boom satellite town. I've spent the last two plus years in a house that has crappy internet, no cell service from my provider Verizon ( no I CANT HERE YOU FUCKING NOW!) and that is a 20 mile drive to get anywhere. I've lived this part of my life, and I'm really excited to move on to the next episode. With two more nights remaining here, I consider myself incredibly lucky to have made it through 57 years, 31 here, with no major injuries which could have been inflicted through my lifestyle, very lucky. Never a knee injury after 30 plus years of skiing hard, and just a few standard scrapes, separations, bruises and head knocks from riding a ton of miles on all kinds of bikes. There comes a time when the shutdown begins if you have been lucky enough to get to this point. I have, my skiing career is now in it's twilight. I will continue to ski, but no more 75-100 days a year, my body does not like that anymore. I'll ride bikes for fitness and fun which is what you are supposed to do anyway correct?  
Most of all I'll spend a lot of time around my new "family" outside of Denver. I just can't live the mountain thing anymore, time for someone else to take over my spot. Good luck pulling it off the way I have for the last two and a half decades, it is impossible to do anymore, things have changed too dramatically for it to go back to how it once was. Facebook and smart phones have totally fucked up the world. Me, I, Me, I, Me, I, Me, I.....get after it children, nobody actually cares, trust me.  

With that said, Eagle never is going to build the fucking mall that so many blind people got sold with smoke screens and mirrors, so I'll just move to where the mall is, not that I ever needed it, but it sure is nice to drive two minutes to the store and pay half the price, in a quiet hood, in a new chapter of the world. Good night

P.S.
Why the fuck would you live in the mountains of Colorado if you don't ski or never get the chance to ski except on weekends? That is just plain and outright stupid.




Thursday, July 24, 2014

THE DOPERS.......DAZED AND CONFUSED

I struggle with the doping subject in cycling, and I wonder why some of those who we know clearly doped in the past continue to be promoted and worshiped while others are seen as cheats and the devil himself. It makes absolutely no sense to me. I think it sucks that so many talented young riders never had a chance to make a true living riding a bike in the pro peleton because of it, and it's screwed that the former cheats are looked at through two completely different set of spectacles.