Ya like how I did that little play on words? 'Zen' and now instead of 'then' and now? HAH!!!! I kill me sometimes!
Anyways, back before this internet thingie became such a big fucking deal, we used to have to find other ways to entertain ourselves on cold winter nights. One of the things we used to do were indoor roller races. John and Joyce Reischutz, proprietors of Pedal Power in Acton, MA had a system in the early '90s with a pair of Kreitlerunloaded rollers hooked up to a PC running a program called Roller Fusion by Simutech. The graphics were strikingly similar to the 'horse race' graphic that Computrainer still uses today.
It was simple, two riders head to head, a flying start 1K matched sprint. the fastest rider wins. The winners were typically just under 30 seconds. I was usually in the 35 second range, and I think I remember my PR being about 32 seconds. Roller racing didn't do much for your cycling ability other than to help you smooth out your pedal stroke. Sure, you'd just about blow your lungs out from the cardiovascular effort, but this didn't seem to translate very well toward the road season.
Still, it was something to do, and was actually quite a lot of fun. The roller races were the first time I ever used a heart rate monitor, and I wasn't the only one shocked to see my HR hitting 212, at the age of 30.
In the winter of '93, when I was president of the Northeast Bike Club, I had heard from other bike shops in new england doing the same thing. I decide to put on a real roller racing competition.
It was a brutally cold day and the gym at the Y wasn't heated. Riders were warming up in their jackets and sweat pants. We actually had a pretty good turnout, if I remember correctly, of about 25 people.
A couple views of riders warming up. That's Jeff Heyne in the brown jacket.
One of the heats. That would be John Rowles in the pink hat, with George Vakerlis standing next to him. George is one of the people responsible for getting me into racing.
Same heat. I don't know the rider in the skinsuit, but standing next to him in the grey hat is Phil Schultz, who used to hang around with Dick Ring a lot, smoked cigars a lot, and ran the weekly sprints on Fort Devens before the base closed. The rider behind him with the BRC shorts is Joe Cady, and the big guy to his right is Scott Critz.
We did the heats in 4-up events, with the top two going to the next round. Every 3rd place rider was put into a separate heat, so that the last heat of the next round was all 3rd place riders.
The race was won by Ray Schultz, no relation to Phil. Ray was on the 1980 olympic track cycling team, which ended up not competing in moscow. I was pretty convinced Ray would win, since he was always at the Pedal Power events and I knew what he could do. He simply paced the fastest rider -I think it was Bill Black - until he had about 100 meters left, then kicked on the afterburners and spun up to over 200 RPM, and I think I remember his speed hitting 69 KPH - remember these were unloaded rollers. I don't know who was third, but I know Tom Stevens was 4th, since he crashed.
At the bike shop events, Ray used to regularly hit 25 seconds. He would be warming up on his rollers, bunny hop off the rollers, ride over to the competition rollers, bunny hop onto the rollers, win the race, then bunny hop back over to his rollers. Not only was Ray incredibly talented, but he was also incredibly nice. Always had sage words of advice and encouragement, never insulting, arrogant, or rude.
I don't know where Ray is these days, but I hope he's well.
No, This post isn't about the quirky cult hit by Human Sexual Response, but in thinking up a name for the post it popped into my head, and I was sure BigBikes would appreciate the nod to a BackBay Band.
Crystal Gorge isn't very big. It's only 65 acres with less than 2 miles of trails, but I've managed to string together a loop that incorporates an additional 3/4 mile or so from a trail off the parcel and one section that doubles back on itself to get a solid 5 K out of it. If you run it it in both directions, the rocky terrain with the tight twisty singletrack and short steep rises offers a challenging 10K run.
Since I was on snowshoes yesterday, I opted for one 5K loop, with took me nearly 90 minutes in the 16" deep snow. Fortunately, this area got mostly light fluffy snow from the last storm, so trudging through wasn't nearly as tough as it could have been.
It's rare that I get to pop a trail cherry, but since the trail head hadn't really been plowed, less than half the trails had previously been trod upon.
I happened upon a deer nest.
My Faithful Canine Companion waded through chest-deep snow for the whole 90 minutes.
Another virgin trail.
It's a good thing I know the trails, following the markers wasn't exactly handy.
One of the charms of this little slice of haverhill are the extreme-for-the-area geographical features.
I'm about to go up this 30 feet granite feature to the left. Yes, this actually a marked trail.
My snow shoe tracks show the path.
The Pooch taking a break from climbing the granite face in the deep snow.
Another granite feature in the parcel. It's tough to tell from this badly stitched picture, but on the right is a ten foot granite ledge in two tiers. At sometime in the past, the horizontal pine tree slid off the ledge and landed on the next tier, and then continued to grow at a right angle. The trail curves to the left per the marker on the right angle pine.
The trail goes over the stone wall, under the fallen tree, then back over the stone wall and to the left up a rise over to the right angle pine.
The Pooch after the excursion in the back of my car.
Welcome to the Blog Of Zencycle, the fantastic new super hero of the current economic slump.
Now, some folks say he looked like Rudy Giuliani
Some others say, 'bullshit, man, He's just another greasy guy who happened to be born in the basement of The Captain's Lounge in Revere, right beside the autographed copies of the Kinsey Reports in the bathroom where Paris flushed away her stash but the cops got her anyways'.
Still others say, 'Piss on you, Jack! He's just a crazy Mick who rode a black mountain bike'.
You see, no one really knows for sure
He is so, He is so, he is so!
He is so, He is so, he is so!
Some men say he could ride
Some men say he could swim
Others say he could sing like Freddie Mercury,
And all the girls in Brockton are amazed by him!
Ladies and Gentlemen: THE ZENCYCLING COSMIC PRAYER FOR GUIDANCE featuring Tyler Hamilton, hit it!
“Let me tell you brother, it doesn't mean thing, if you haven't got the ability to SPIN!”
Consider this rumor, published three weeks ago in ROLLING STONE (Oh, it's gotta be true!):
Zencycle can write the Lord's Prayer on the head of a pin!
YOU DON'T SAY!?!?
(I'm so hip!)