Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Back from the trip.

Potential names for the trip include...
Yurtle Jerk
If the yurt is a rocking don't come a knocking
and well we got too drunk to remember the rest.
Everyone met up at Bobby's and even despite my protest that we meet up an hour later, I arrived on time, before everyone else. Some OJ and eggs to get us started, and Bobby, Kyle, Josh and I were off by 10.The ride out was good, a good bit more climbing than expected. We kept a respectable 15 mile per hour pace for the 45 miles carrying quite a bit of gear among us up quite a few hills. We stopped a couple of times picking up some extra supplies. Most of the ride was in semi industrial suburban highway with the last third being in country then turning into beautiful winding forest road. Unfortunately no one thought to stop and get pictures of the road leading into red top mountain park.

Our trips highlight was of course the yurt itself. There are a few of these situated in the Georgia State parks. 3 or 4 are in state parks within 50 or so miles of Southeast Atlanta so a little bit of homework and 55 dollars can book you one. This was the first time some of us had even heard of a yurt let alone slept in one. While in the strictest sense this was a "yurt" in that it was round. This was made by Colorado Yurts with stuff like electricity and a fan. Inside it was furnished with some random lodge looking futon and futon/bunkbed.  A little stuffy when we first arrived due likely to the fact that it hadn't been rented out in a while, once we rolled up the window flaps we got some cross ventilation going and it put many a cabin to shame.  
 
 The yurt was situated closer to the lake than any of the other campsites in the proximity, and the trail behind led down to some cool boulders to hang out on before and after a swim. Soon after shakes drove up with a whole cooler full of beer.

 Any doubts we had as to the waterproofness of the yurt were quickly put to rest as by about 7 o clock tornado sirens were going off and he rain was starting. After an hour or so it let up, and we made our dinner. 
 We awoke to constant downpour and decided that the highways going back into town would be less than fun, so we mobilized the lag vehicles and headed back into town.


 The only new piece of cycling gear that I took was the Nitto top rack, or R14. As I expected it held up as any nitto product should. Mounting it up was a snap compared to custom drilling/bending tabs on the VO(the steep requirements of setup on the VO pay off greatly in the end with a SUPER STABLE rack). The rack came with enough sturdier than usual looking p clamps to mount this thing on a keirin frame. Since I had the proper mounts on the frame all ready, the only thing I had to fool with were the 4 10mm nuts that grabbed the struts, thus adjusting both strut length and angle. If I was going to keep this rack on the bike permanently I would tweak it a little and get the rack to attach to the fender. This would require a bit of drilling and sawing some of the struts a bit shorter so that they don't poke up into the "floor" of the racktop, and while I was at it I would saw the front struts a bit shorter just for looks. For now it just sits a bit high of the fender so I don't have to hear it clanking back there.
It had enough bungee tabs to secure a big roll of sleeping bag, hammock, extra clothes and some dry and canned food, and an extra pair of moccasins for around the campsite with two bungee chords. Once they were set I didn't touch them or worry about them until it was time to unload gear at the camp. This isn't the rack that I would choose for fully loaded week plus camping/touring trips. For a short trip I easily strapped about 15 pounds of gear on there and double that with the proper luggage I wouldn't expect to be a problem. I am going to keep it on the bike until I can think of a reason I wouldn't want to be able to carry a few extra beers on the way home(or to the shop).

Friday, May 1, 2009

Preparing for!


   A weekend trip to Lake Allatoona , red top mountain park. The yurt is reserved, the gear is ready to go thanks to a little help from Half Moon Outfitters, and the only thing left is to figure out what kind of whiskey to bring. Beer would be better but sunday in georgia there is nothing to do about it no chance of picking up a cold 6 pack on the way to bed(or bag as i like to call it when camping)!

 The Bilenky is ready to go, the final touch was installing a rear rack. This has been a bit of a dilemma (if rack selection can be such) for me. I would like another VO rack to match my constructeur rack up front, but I wasn't drawn to any of their rear racks. In the end I went with a Nitto R-14 rack(also known as the Rivendell top rack) which by it's very nature as a Nitto product is something that we carry. thinking that it could be an in between semi removable rack there when i want it stored away somewhere small when i don't. Shortly after i put the order in I read online in a few places that the rack when set up feels flimsy... well so far in just having set it up it feels like it could hold a good bit of weight so it's true test is coming up!
 
 So expect a review of that rack soon.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Results and a day.

 Duality, or continuity, or synchronicity or whatever you feel like calling it at the time or place...well it has a big place in my heart. These things are easy to overlook, or over emphasize. In a smallish or bigish city(whicher you find Atlanta to be). You can spend a day sharing your space within a crowd of people so homogenous that it makes you feel like you never left highschool, or run into all sorts of weirdo's that make you realize this isn't kansas anymore.
 And then there are days like today where there is a bit more magic in the air.... where you could leave but not get anywhere, when well either kansas supplies you with the unexpected, or when the big city feels like a small village. 
 The stars had to truly align to bring these two grins together. Wearing no brakes t shirts on the same day. While only one rides a keirin bicycle on the daily, the other a vintage scooter. Both with day of the dead sleeves(done by two different artists with their own interesting and storied histories). Both on the porch of the Local on a beautiful day finished off just right with a few beers right before the weather turns. A day of bringing people together with nothing and everything in common.
  
 As to the promised breakdown of last nights racing well...
 
 Warm ups felt a little bit more stable than weeks past. But with another mini scare in the beginning as a disk wheel slipped down track but was recovered.
 
 C's started out with a 5 lap scratch which Bobby Costello took easily. Winning a pair of cycling sunglasses.(Prizes have rightly become a more standard addition to the usual wednesday racing!) 

 B's scratch got going and then held up a bit with the sprinters saving up for the final lap. Was a very hairy cluster with a bunch of big sprinters going for it. 

 A's i didn't really pay attention to the whole night sorry.

 Unknown distance  went 11 laps for B's(about the same if not exactly as the C's so it pays to pay attention) It went on to be discussed that an unknown is ALLWAYs an odd number? Interesting explanation-less and true. Heavy pace, lots of false breaks and I just tried to stay in the top half at all times and hot on the tail of any break, ended up being a good enough strategy to grab me a 4th.

 The wheelrace ended up a sprint between a group of C's and B's with the A's needing another lap to be able to close the gap.

 The night ended with long points race for all groups. My goal was to not get lapped and make a couple of smart moves, one ended up being smart, the other not so much. Got some points but not enough to place in points for the whole race.

 Afterwards beers and pizza at OZ(I had forgotten how delicious there pizza was down to the very crust, almost sourdoughy in an amazing way)
 
  

Race 4(or race 3 for me) of season at DLV

 Another good night with no traumatic incidences. For now last nights schedule, waiting for them to post results so that I can reconcile my dry mouthed panting experience with someone calmly determining the sprints.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

POINTS!

I got a couple last night in of all things a chariot race(one lap standing start sprint). Second place... and then I didn't even get lapped or drop out in any of the consecutive races of the night.

Monday, April 13, 2009

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Monday, April 6, 2009

Say what you would like...

 Graveyard remains one of my favorite places for a beer or six. On the wrong night if it gets a bit too crowded I can feel like neighborhood wildlife on display for the sightseeing tourist. However it is their true sense of ridiculous that brings out the crowds regularly, and ridiculousness is something I can appreciate. Strippers in Jello, in the parking lot? with a moon walk? picking jello off of my helmet the next day...If it seems like it should be illegal well they'll do it big and hire on an off duty to give it class....This flyer reminded me a bit of why they can't be ignored, all the while ringing true that on a busy night the max occupancy in any given stall exceeds the fire marshal's limit.
 The only way to top this flyer would be to call it Teen Night. And if they call it Teen Night then I have to host it because that's my idea.