Pondero

More to Give

2012-01-29T12:48:00.006-06:00

After returning from yesterday's nearly 4-hour excursion, the bike leaned against the couch. The sun took a late afternoon aim for the southwest treeline, and its rays pierced the window. In the contrasting lighted and shadow areas, and in the tangle of spoke lines, certain bits gleamed, demanding my attention.

When I paused to notice, that bike seemed to say, "I've got more to give. Why did we stop so soon?"

New Bike High

2012-01-21T18:56:00.002-06:00

One gear will get you there.

Sharp Contrast

2012-01-19T18:48:00.006-06:00

The simple, profound sense of a ride on a warm winter afternoon in which one pedals and rolls forward, and pedals faster to roll faster, is in sharp contrast to other parts of life that are foolishly complicated and make absolutely no sense at all.

Hope

2012-01-18T06:26:00.007-06:00

Austin, TX
Shoal Creek Trail
south of W38th St

When traveling for business, the packing process includes rolling a bicycle into the cab behind the front seats. Many times, it doesn't come out until I get back home. But I put it in there because I hope for better things. Occasionally, like yesterday afternoon, the clouds of circumstances part, the bright sun of opportunity shines, and my hope pays.

Things I Can't Explain

2012-01-14T16:56:00.019-06:00

Perhaps it was work stress, and all the things left undone because of it, that prompted pondering on simplicity. Maybe it was the messy piles of clutter, and the things I've been too lazy to put away. Maybe it was the garage that has never housed a vehicle and has lately become an obstacle course. Of course, it was probably all of these that made me realize I was drowning in too much stuff. So I imagined ways to somehow reduce the size and complexity of my home and pile of possessions. Less things to store, maintain, and be concerned about seemed extremely attractive.

I even thought about how I might reduce the number of bicycles that demand my attention for cleaning, maintaining, and accessorizing. I imagined that less complexity might be just the thing to give more time to ride and enhance the cycling experience. I'd have less concern about where to store bikes, how to keep them all clean and operational, and making sure that I have the appropriate tools, water bottles, rackage, and baggage when I switch from one to the next. I even wondered if it would be possible to reduce the number of bicycles down to a single... one.

I was making great progress. I was getting used to the idea, and trying to decide which two-wheeled time robber would be the first to go. So believe me when I say that I have no idea how this happened.

Maybe this is THE ONE. Or maybe there are some things I just can't explain.

What is Optimal?

2012-01-07T20:05:00.023-06:00

I read things that spur pondering. On January 4th, Jan Heine posted "Why Buy an Expensive Bicycle" on his blog. Then on January 6th Kent Peterson posted "Why I Don't Buy Expensive Bicycles" on his blog. I agreed with both gentlemen. I'm conflicted like that, and that makes for some marathon pondering.

I don't have the energy, and you don't have the patience, to deal with all of the places my mind went in this mental tug-of-war. So I'll skip straight to where I ended up. It seems that making an objective decision about the best approach is pointless. If we are really honest, we'd probably admit that our objectives aren't all that simple or even constant. Instead, they are quite multi-faceted and dynamic. That lands us in the realm of the subjective.

For most of us, it is never all about speed, or all about out-performing your ride buddies, or all about carrying stuff. There is a balance between light weight and durability, aesthetics and function, speed and comfort, etc. The truth is we want more than one thing, and the way we each evaluate optimal is different. That's okay. It's your money, and I don't need to tell you what optimal should be for you, or how to achieve it.

My evaluation of optimal varies within the same day. This morning, I had a hankering to ride fixed. Even though I fought a headwind for an hour, and my one fixed gear was not optimal from a speed perspective, I wanted that sense of momentum and being a part of the machine. At the moment, it's the only fixed gear bike I have, so in that sense it was an easy choice. I didn't finish the ride as quickly as I could have on a different bike. I was out there enjoying the machine connection a little longer, and that was fine with me. In fact, it was preferred. Of all my bicycles, the Kogswell P/R was optimal. At least it was until this afternoon.

Turn the Page

2012-01-01T18:59:00.012-06:00

To get the most out of an adventure, one must be flexible. It is often the unplanned parts that reward the deepest.

The original plan was to bag my first S24O of the fall/winter season on the very last weekend of the year.

The plan was simple. After a busier, more chaotic, six months ever at work, it was a plan emphasizing solitude.

It would include slow strolls in the woods.

There would be time to stop and observe natural things that catch my eye.

I'd look up at the sky and marvel at the eye of the master designer.

And warm color would soothe the soul.

But a conversation planted a seed, which grew into a possibility, and the plan was modified. My brother and his son joined me for this overnighter, and I was able to share all these things and more.

We warmed ourselves by the fire. We talked and collectively enjoyed the silence. My brother and I handed the things we love to the next generation. We swelled with joy as we saw him embrace them...well, at least until the young man caught the only fish of the day.

We rode bicycles through the park...

...and just like that, like the new year follows the old, the next generation follows the first.

And I realized the value of the unplanned. Solitude has its place, but there is richness to life that only companionship can give. So bring on the new year, and bring on the young men who value getting out there and doing things.

Turn the page.

Valley View, Texas or Belgium?

2011-12-26T10:35:00.005-06:00

Downtown Valley View, Texas

41 degrees, and drizzly fog

It was one of those surreal outings where the drizzly gray seemed to wash the color out of everything. While zipping downwind over the gravel patch, it was like watching a historical (b&w) documentary on the Ronde van Vlaanderen, and racing in it at the same time. Since none of the other guys were in sight, I must have had a pretty nice gap.

Sleet Spittin' Sky

2011-12-24T13:00:00.003-06:00

Christmas Eve Ride

Upper 30s

The white streaks above are a couple of sleet pellets

Memory of the Heart

2011-12-23T09:31:00.038-06:00

As I reflected back on this year's Third Annual Fall Finale Forty(ish) Mile Country Path Ramble, I struggled a bit on how to present my perspective. Doohickie's report was the first one I saw, and it alone seemed sufficiently comprehensive.

I had already provided a fairly thorough description of the route and road conditions to prospective riders beforehand.

In fact, since it was the same route as last year and I posted to this blog how that went at that time (and referenced it recently), what more is there to say about where we were?

The message that really needed to be conveyed took a little introspection...a little pondering you might say.

Before we get into the deeper stuff, how about a few facts? I believe there were 17 participants this year. Some of the folks that I had hoped to see, who could not make it included Bryan and Bernie from Trinity Bicycles, Steve from DFW Point-to-Point, Myles from Rat Trap Press, Chandra from GreenComotion, and my buddy Keith from Sulphur Springs. We missed you guys.

We did have a few folks that were new to the Ramble, including my son-in-law, Carey Jones. He happened to be riding what was the most prolific bicycle on this year's ride, the Surly Cross Check.

Overall, as mentioned by Doohickie, this year's version of the ride went a little smoother. I think we returned more than an hour earlier this year.

I don't think we were riding much faster, and I think we still had plenty of time for occasional stops for photos, snacks, and regrouping. It just seemed that things flowed a little better.

There was some chatter about the possibility of a spring version of this ride. That seems like a pretty good idea to me.

I actually have another route I like that might be of interest to a few folks. It involves a loop up to Gainesville that is maybe 60/40 (paved/gravel).

Maybe we ride up there, take over the local Starbucks and refuel, then ramble back. It might be a little longer, but (unless the wind is horrible) it is an easier route. I'm pondering that idea.

Finally, I suppose weather warrants a note. Perfect.

As I've said before, as soon as I post the date for each year's ride, I obsess about the weather. It has been clearly pointed out that if it is too cold and/or wet for me, I'll stay indoors. I'll apologize to those who made the drive up, invite them to come inside with me or hand them their cue sheets and wish them well.

In mid-December, almost anything can happen. This year what happened was we had a break in the rain, perfectly cool temperatures, and only a slight breeze from the north.

But what I'd really like to convey about this ride is beyond the numbers, the sequence of activities, and some of the pleasurable sights. All those things are part of what makes this annual event great fun for me, but none of them really get to the heart of the matter.

Since I ride these roads frequently, I already have in my grasp the joy of the rural countryside. What I miss is the pleasure of sharing it.

The ability to share an enjoyable day awheel brings an entirely new dimension to something already fantastic. A fine meal alone is fine, but a fine meal shared in the company of others brings a much higher plateau of contentment.

So, when I think back on so many friends who made special arrangements to come to my home, spend several hours riding with me in my local area, and make my day so rich, I am filled with gratitude.

And in the words of Jean Baptiste Massieu...

"Gratitude is the memory of the heart."

Perfect

2011-12-16T19:39:00.010-06:00

We're celebrating Ramble eve here at the Pondero homestead. Why? Because it looks like the conditions are going to be perfect.

After several days of long range weather forecasts of cold, or rain, or cold rain...and after 3-4 days of cloudy, gloomy, drizzly rain, and about an inch of rain yesterday, the skies are clearing nicely tonight. Cheerful sunshine is expected for tomorrow. Perfect.

Temperature expected at the 10am (that means rollout, folks, not just pulling into my driveway) start is 40 degrees. The high temperature should be about 55. Perfect.

The wind is going to be light and variable. Perfect.

It was a maddening work week. I haven't been on the bike since last weekend. I guess that means I'm starving for the bike...and I'm not "over trained". Perfect.

Yeah, it rained earlier this week. You might be wondering if this year's Ramble will be a mud fest. Actually, no, it will not. The beautiful and fabulous Mrs. Pondero, the eager son-in-law, and the bored, yet patient daughter took the truck (while I was earning a living) and conducted last minute reconn. They reported a few puddles, lot's of easy-to-ride gravel, and a little mud to make it interesting. I'd say that's...perfect.

So, who's in?

What it SOUNDS like...

2011-12-10T13:25:00.009-06:00

Back on November 19, I took to ridin' the Fall Finale Forty(ish)-Mile Country Path Ramble route solo. Figuring you'd what a reconn report, I provided the description, and I included the photos. I tried to communicate the delightfulness of this ride. But when I compare my memory of the ride against the reports, it seems like words and photos are not enough. Allow me to appeal to another one of your senses.

When you are out there Ramblin' across the prairie, it sounds like this...

Really. It is quite amazing, and I'm not sure why I haven't mentioned this before. Listen to all of it, and don't miss the sound of the far-away train whistle at the very end.

You really don't want to miss this. The long range weather forecast is improving. The temperatures are going down, but so is the chance for rain. Feeling optimistic.

Are you?

Ramble 2011 Forecast

2011-12-08T21:03:00.005-06:00

It's a good thing we are still 10 days out. Things can change. The current forecast for Ramble Saturday is for 35 degrees in the morning, a high of 49 degrees, wind from the north at 11mph, and a 60% chance of showers.

In the prior two editions of this event we've not had to deal with rain and muddy conditions. I'm not too eager for a cold, soggy Ramble. Rain and temps in the 35 to 45 range is not really fun for me, and could land me beside my fireplace.

Oh well. I haven't given up on my "which bike should I take" deliberations. I'm counting on this long range forecast as being pretty much a wild guess.

Mid-Week Outing

2011-12-01T15:33:00.022-06:00

Perfect day for a ride. Since a few refinements had been made to the Kogswell, a good thorough evaluation seemed in order. The turquoise Brooks bar tape adds a splash of color, and the Hetres finally replaced the well-worn Col de la Vies.

One of my longer regular loops was chosen. It includes a trip to Denton, followed by a south-to-north run of the Greenbelt Trail immediately downstream of the Lake Ray Roberts Dam. The first stop in the courthouse sunshine was perfect for a short coffee break.

The Greenbelt Trail follows the Elm Fork of the Trinity River for roughly 10 miles or so, and is fairly flat.

Here in the middle of the workday, this popular trail was empty, except for the two deer encountered just beyond the limits of this photo.

Most of the time, the creek is beyond sight. Occasionally, the trail draws near and the vegetation clears, catching my eye.

Speaking of eyes, looking to my left during my lunch break, I saw this probing eye watching my every move. Less creepy on the other side of the handlebars.

With some of the leaves already gone, there were more opportunities than usual to see the leaning creekside trees and a greater variety of colors. Perfect timing.

The trail only crosses the creek in one location, and it is worth a short pause.

At the end of the trail, there is a climb up to the road on top of the dam. Before aiming my front wheel towards home, just one more glance at where I'd been.

Lucky me.

A Sense of Place

2011-11-29T11:58:00.013-06:00

(micro-tour destination)

I like the sense of place that micro-tours provide. Even with limited time, I can go to a place of my choosing. I choose the place based on available time, the activity planned, and weather conditions. It was in the mid-30s and windy when I left this morning. I searched for a sunny place, sheltered from the wind, quiet, and with a pleasant view.

(looking north)

(looking west)

(looking south)

(looking east)

When I found it, I sat down. With all my senses, I let it seep in.

Ramble 2011 Details

2011-11-28T19:10:00.016-06:00

(looking back)

For those of you that might be interested in joining me for the Third Annual Fall Finale Forty(ish)-Mile Country Path Ramble on Saturday, December 17, I promised a few details. So I rode part of the route today, and looked back at last year. As it turns out the most important details were described pretty well in last year's preparatory post. Please read that post carefully, especially the part about weather. I'm all about fun, and if I don't think the weather looks pleasant, sitting in my warm house sipping coffee might be more fun for me.

As I recall, last year's 10am start time worked pretty well. It allowed folks a little time to travel up here without the need to wake up so early on a Saturday. So we'll do it again...roll out at 10am. Since we're starting so late, there's no reason to arrive late, right? Don't miss the roll out.

I also remembered that we had sizable group last year. We spread out a bit and I didn't have as easy time regrouping as I planned. In fact, a few folks took an excursion off course.

(looking ahead)

So as I look ahead to this year's event, I've prepared a cue sheet (using an Excel spreadsheet) for folks who wish to travel along at their own pace. I've decided NOT to prepare a map. However, I have mapped the main loop, and the Rosston spur, on Bikely.com. If you plan to join us this year, and would like the Bikely links and/or the cue sheet, send me an email. The alternative to all this complicated navigating is to simply ramble along, and stop for the occasional refreshment, with me.

You DO have this entire day blocked out on your calendar for this event, right? It's only two weeks from this coming Saturday. Let's get ready to Ramble.

South Texas, Thankfully

2011-11-24T19:42:00.014-06:00

Our Thanksgiving tradition includes a trip to south Texas. During the drive down, we very nearly change seasons.

We assembled as family and we feasted. We were thankful. We expressed our thankfulness to Him who provided all that is good.

We rested from our labors, and we refreshed our minds. I was able to visit with both of my daughters in the same place at the same time.

As you might imagine, my son-in-law and I found time to get out on the bike for a while and ride through rough, scrubby, rolling terrain among the mesquite trees.

And the ride of the project bike was as tasty as the slice of pecan pie I had for dessert.

Third Annual Fall Finale Forty-Mile Country Path Ramble

2011-11-19T13:17:00.020-06:00

The Third Annual Fall Finale Forty-Mile County Path Ramble is scheduled for Saturday, December 17. Get it on your calendar now, before you read the rest of this post. Go ahead, I'll wait.

This event has sort of become an end of fall tradition for me and a few of my fellow bicycle aficionados. I'll have more to say about specific details later. For now, however, I plan to ride an unsupported, approximately 45-mile mixed terrain (mostly gravel) ride from my house, and you are welcome to join me.

Since there is no support, no sag, and no T-shirt, and since this is simply a group of friends riding bicycles, there is no cost to participate. Last year about 28 persons joined me, and it was great fun.

I conducted my reconn ride today and took a few photos along the route. Due to the fierce wind today, I seriously doubt that there will be this many colorful leaves left on the trees by then. But at least you can get a little taste of what the route is like.

The route is generally north and west of the northwest corner of Denton County. There are some rolling hills out there. Some of them are a little steep in places, but they are not terribly long.

There are no services of any kind along the route, except the fabulous and historic Rosston General Store somewhere around the mid-point of the ride.

But there are tree-lined creekbeds, wide-open wind-swept prairie hilltops, and a heaping helping of rolling, rural landscape. And lots of gravel.

Some of these roads are a bit rugged in places. In some areas, the loose gravel has been worn/rolled away and there is a smooth, fast dirt road exposed that allows paved-road like speed. However, there are also a few areas with recently placed deep, marble-y gravel that forces my skinny legs to slow it way down.

I've referred to this ride as a "ramble". That means the basic intent is to ride at a conversational pace, stop for photos, and maybe even pause for a snack a time or two. I've been known to pack a thermos of coffee for myself, and would encourage others to approach the ride the same way if you like. If you do, plan the entire day.

Others might be interested in riding the route as a "tempo" ride. That's fine. I'm thinking about preparing a map and/or cue sheet for those who wish to ride faster than a "ramble". I'm not committing to the map/cue sheet thing, but I am thinking about it.

As in years past, I'll follow this post later with a few more details about how all this works. The objective for today is to formally announce the date so you can make plans. I hope that everyone who came last year will come again. And if your friends are well-behaved, and will not get me in trouble with my pickup truck driving neighbors, you are welcome to bring them too.

Oh yeah, one more thing. For all veterans of the Ramble, you might remember the guy with the catfish heads on his fence posts. Well, it appears that he's added some variety to his fence decorations lately. I'm not sure this coyote will still be here on December 17, or that you'd want to see it up close by then anyway, but I'm sure there'll be something to amuse you somewhere along the route.

96

2011-11-17T21:07:00.027-06:00

What is the significance of the the number 96? I'll get to that.

In the meantime, I'll just say that reading blogs and cycling forum descriptions from bicycle commuters fascinates me. It is hard for me to imagine commuting to work by bicycle everyday. It's not the weather or distance that is such a mental challenge. It's having a job that would allow such a thing. It's not the lack of showers, the challenge of finding a place to safely store the bike, or clothing logistics. It's really none of the things most commonly discussed as challenges to the prospective bicycle commuter. But it is none-the-less incredible.

Many cycling advocacy groups, and individuals, promote using the bike for common everyday errands. They say that some extremely high percentage of trips by some extremely high percentage of people are less than 2 miles in length. Really? I have a decent imagination, but that's hard for me to imagine. It might be true, but it is so foreign to my situation, I can't fathom life in that way.

Reading accounts from those who live a car-free lifestyle makes me dizzy.

For me the the thing that makes it such a challenge is that my office is...well...Texas. And in case you haven't looked lately, Texas is a fairly spread out area. My work provides me an opportunity to be quite familiar with most major metro areas. On a regular basis. Not only to I spend more hours than I'd prefer on the job, I also spend more time (if the whole percent of trips thing above is to be believed) than many do traveling. Which brings me back to the number 96.

Just recently my Ford pickup turned four years old. I took the number of miles driven and divided by the number of days I've owned it. The result is the average number of miles I drive my pickup everyday.

96.

That means 96 miles every, single day. Weekends, holidays, days I'm sick, days I work from home, and days I'm on vacation. It includes days I only drive from my house to my "home" office. It includes the days that I only drive from some hotel to one of our offices in another city, and it includes the days I leave my truck parked at an airport when I fly out of town for a few days.

A lot of my miles are on the highway, but many are in town. Let's say I average about 50 mph. That means I spend about 2 hours of every day I live in the cab of a Ford pickup.

Why am I out of shape? Why are my pants too tight? Where does my time go? Why is my diet so pathetic? Why am I always behind on things?

Why do I tend to crave slower-paced rides than I once did? Why am I so grateful for every moment on the bicycle rambling through the north Texas countryside?

Why does car-free living seem like a fairy tale to me?

96. That's why. Every single day. For four years straight.

Taste Samples

2011-11-13T17:28:00.013-06:00

If you visit the ice cream shop, and feel experimental, they will give you an opportunity to taste samples of various flavor offerings. They give you just enough to get an idea of the unique characteristics of each one on a tiny spoon. Here are two taste samples of the variety enjoyed on today's ride. It was great to have my fill of them all.

Down in the lower areas, where creeks wander and gurgle, trees grow. When November winds finally arrive, leaves array themselves in color and fall like the rain we thirsted for all summer. Puddles of golden sunshine sparkling on the side of the road.

Up on the north Texas prairie hilltop, the wind whistles through barbed wire like the lonely moan of a ghost. Prairie ghosts? Or just the cry of the long time fenced up land?

Mid-Day Micro-Tour

2011-11-12T14:11:00.017-06:00

Making the best of a work-spoiled S240, I investigated a potential new lake access point. I had spotted something on an aerial photo that looked promising. If I couldn't camp last night, I'd pack a lunch today at least, and explore.

Turns out my hunch was correct. This spot is a little farther from the house than the spot I usually visit for a lake view, but it is also more remote. It might serve well as a future S24O spot.

Since the lake is down a few feet, I was able to ride along the beach a bit. I found a place out of the blustery wind and set-up my picnic lunch. Compared to the work week, it couldn't have been more luxurious.

I took my time. The clouds sailed by. The warmth of the sun came and went. Ducks moved from one spot to another, low to the water, against the wind, like cyclists in a paceline. I found a flat, grassy spot and imagined what it would be like to wake up to the sound of the lake shore and this view.

On the way home, I thanked God for balance, clarity, and restoration.

Extra Hour

2011-11-06T09:00:00.005-06:00

It was decided that last night was the time to put Daylight Savings Time back on the shelf for awhile. That means there was an extra hour available before meeting with other christians this morning for worship. Since I was starved for physical activity, I spent my extra hour on the country bike.

It was much better than sleep.

Dusty Bike

2011-10-29T21:36:00.004-06:00

It is dark, quiet, and still. The bicycle leans against the back of the couch, and wheels leave dusty marks on the floor. The dogs lay sleeping, curled up like donuts in their crates. They stir, but only slightly, as a switch is touched and light fills the kitchen. They dream of the chase, and I wonder if I’ll be at the hilltop by sunrise. Homemade scones, jam, and fresh, steaming coffee are stowed in a spacious canvas saddlebag. A tiny cloud of dust puffs off the rear flap when I slam it shut and cinch it up. I add one more layer of wool, and think that I should wash that dirty bike. But as the freehub tic-tic-tics down the hallway, and my headlight flickers, I think to myself, “Not today”. The waking of day, with several miles of gravel, has called me away.

Gravel Plunking

2011-10-22T11:43:00.025-06:00

It was a chilly start. Knowing that it would warm up, I had dressed in my usual summer attire. In contrast to our hotter-than-normal summer, the October morning air was more invigorating than unpleasant. I actually enjoyed the slight nip on my ears during descents into the valley where the cooler air had settled.

Gravel plunking was on the agenda. The pace of the work week is like sprinting up the muddy incline in a cyclocross race. It is both difficult and urgent. Since I've been asked to fix some things on a project that haven't gone well so far, with no ability to relax the schedule, it is also like trying to fix a flat tire while riding down the road. So on Saturday morning, I sought the opposite of all that, and gravel plunking seemed to be just the thing.

Gravel plunking is my term for a relaxed tourist pace on unpaved roads. One of my favorite routes for this activity is what I call the Slidell Loop (or Strada Biancha), and some of my friends (Rat Trap Press and Doohickie) have joined me for this route in the past. I deliberately dawdled, paused for photos, and stopped just to listen to the quiet. Because I could.

The route begins with a drop into the Clear Creek valley. My house sits somewhat on a ridgeline on the east edge of the valley. When heading west towards Slidell, one must first descend. Then there are several small rollers dividing smaller tributaries to the main channel, and alternating zones of trees and open pasture. Somewhere around 7 miles later, there is the climb out of the valley to the ridge on the western side. The view is pleasant.

I stop for water and admire the view. Then I point the front tire across the prairie, aim for the horizon, and plunk along. And when I reach the horizon, I turn right.

My A. Homer Hilsen is bred for gravel plunking. The enticement for speed from my Trek 660 project bike has been fun lately, but today was about enjoying the spectacular October weather in a more lingering sort of way. The slack head and seat tube angles, the wide tires, and the narrow, flexing fork ends all provide a comfortable ride on rugged roads.

After close to an hour in wide open spaces, rolling into the north side of Slidell is a sharp contrast. Houses appear, then cluster closer together. The road changes from gravel to chip seal. Barns, tractors, and other farm implements spot the landscape of this sleepy community.

It only takes a few minutes to cross the populated area. I notice the warmer air, the stronger wind, and the occasional resident tending their chores. They've done the little things to make one small place on this earth uniquely theirs. Rural charm.

Then I turn back to the east. It's the turnaround point on this loop. No longer heading out into some adventure, I've transitioned, in a sense, into being homeward bound. But I'm not in a hurry. I'm still gravel plunking, having a delightful morning, and...well...I shall get there...I suppose...eventually.

Travel is Glamorous

2011-10-20T17:28:00.004-06:00

Enjoyed excellent fish tacos on the San Antonio Riverwalk from the balcony on the left side of the photo...

...but would rather have had a PBJ with my lovely bride up on the prairie in Denton County.

Test Ride

2011-10-15T17:06:00.011-06:00

I pulled back into the driveway, chest heaving, quads burning, seeing stars. It was only a 15-minute test ride to see if everything was working right. But apparently Mr. Project Bike had other ideas.

While trying to shift through the gears, test the brakes, and carefully spin it up to speed, he surged forward with each revolution. He taunted me. "Come on girly-man," he sneered, "Is that all you've got?" He pressed further, "How about some real speed?" Then demanded, "Let's go!" And I just hung on for the ride.

Like a top fuel dragster, he burned through oxygen faster than I could supply it.

He may look like a pleasant enough fellow...this freakish frankenbike. But he's a tough task master. A real monster, this one.

Different Kind of Dawn

2011-10-09T14:50:00.006-06:00

(looking back in the general direction of my house)

After four solid months of brilliant blue skies, harsh sunlight, and virtually no rain, we had overcast skies and some rain yesterday. It put us all in a silly stupor. Yesterday's ride on a familiar route seemed brand new. It just looked so much different without the bright glare.

This morning, I headed east. Normally, I'd be squinting my eyes and pouring with sweat. But today, the streets were wet, clouds swirled overhead, and it was in the low 60's. I paused on a small rise, it was still a bit dark, but the clouds east of me had a faint glow. When I turned and looked southwest back toward my house, I saw the black sky. This was something we've not seen around here in more than four months. It was a different kind of dawn, and it was stirringly beautiful.

Business and Balance

2011-10-04T19:07:00.005-06:00

I suspected that things were not going well on one of our projects in Austin. I think that is why I was asked to travel down to assist. When I arrived in the project office and found this, I knew it was going to be a tough day. There is more work to do than time to do it, but a man needs to work at some kind of sustainable pace.

For some of us, a sustainable pace involves some form of mental break or diversion. For me, that means an opportunity to spin pedals in circles, watching the scenery flow by, and traveling to my happy place. I don't always take the opportunity to mix balance with business.

But this time, savoring twilight along Shoal Creek, I did.

Steps Two and Three

2011-10-02T07:39:00.005-06:00

The project bike has been plagued with a few nagging obstacles. Work overload has been by far the biggest obstacle, but bike deficiencies coupled with my own sense of how things must be are also limiting progress.

After the initial inventory, step two was a reasonably thorough cleaning. The bike was partially disassembled, washed, and de-greased. The parts intended for re-use were re-lubed and re-installed. I didn't take the time to polish the components, but the remaining luster on some of them was still quite satisfying.

Step Three was sorting out the wheels. The original plan was to use the existing wheels. However, the Campy Moskva 80 rims, due to their apparent slightly oversized diameter, proved to be a major hassle for tire removal/installation. Besides, I have a nice pair of Mavic Open Pro wheels that are lighter and more pleasing to the (my) eye.

The Mavic front wheel was fine as is. The Mavic rear wheel included a Shimano Ultegra freehub, which is not compatible with my frame spacing or the Suntour 6-speed freewheel that came with the bike. So I asked Bernie at Trinity Bicycles to find me a reasonably priced hub and build me a new rear wheel using my rim. He recommended a Suzue hub that looks pretty good, and the wheels are complete. Another satisfying step.

The wheel photo above illustrates what an irreverent mixture of parts this bike will have. Mavic rim, Suzue hub, Suntour freewheel, Campy rear derailleur, and Shimano skewer. I'm afraid this will be the ugly duckling of frankenbikes when finished. Yet, I remain optimistic that this creature will be able to inspire a little pedaling intensity out of a long hibernation.

Step Four coming soon...

Agility Trial Roadie

2011-10-01T16:22:00.017-06:00

Sometimes, on those family trips for weekend activities, bicycle exploration can be worked into the mix. All it takes is a little advance planning, and a diplomatic dose of managing expectations.

Mrs. Pondero thought that the purpose was to participate in an Agility Trial with her most senior student, Gus.

Gus, who often thinks of himself as the center of activity, also thought that the purpose of the outing was to participate in the Agility Trial. Not that he is quite as passionate about this sport as a Border Collie, but he's plenty passionate about the frequent treats and being the center of attention. Since the other furry rascals were left at home, he had all the treats and all the attention.

As the lowly Agility Trial roadie, I had certain duties and obligations. But my own reasons for being there were...well...let's just say they reached beyond simply attending an Agility Trial.

Since the event was in a rural area just north of the Red River and east of Lake Texoma, it seemed like a good opportunity for exploration on two wheels. The weather was perfect, and didn't take long to sniff out those lightly traveled roads, paths, and trails.

The fixed wheel Kogswell P/R performed better than expected in areas like this. It might have been a little of what some of my mountain bike riding friends refer to as trails with good "flow", or it might have been the refreshing perspective of riding somewhere new.

Either way, I had a couple of pleasant outings between roadie duties, and I saw things I don't see everyday.

And I had that eager anticipation that comes with riding new twisty roads, asking what lies beyond the next bend...and then the satisfaction of discovering the answers.

Step One - Inventory

2011-09-11T17:05:00.018-06:00

Going about my daily duties, I've been pondering the general direction to take with the project bike. The universe of possible options was narrowed down to three...(1) faithful restoration, (2) focus on function, and (3) focus on function, then make it pretty. Since it has so much original equipment in good condition, I felt a bit obligated to consider restoration, but honestly, my heart just wasn't in it. Rather than serving as an exhibit, this bike was always intended for a specific use. So option 1 dropped out.

After being quite inspired by this video, option 3 seemed like the obvious way to go. Then the obsessing about colors and wide range of possible upgrades ensued. The number of decisions almost made my head explode, and project costs were climbing exponentially. I'm not ready to totally let go of the pretty bike option, but since that could be phased over time, option 3 was put on the shelf for safe-keeping.

That leaves us with option 2...focus on function. Other than a slow leak in the rear tube, the bike is quite operational now. However, a more thorough inventory suggested that replacing a few items with new, or currently on-hand, parts would make the bike more comfortable for me, and perform better for my needs.

The first consideration is points-of-contact. The saddle will be replaced with a Brooks. I really enjoy the various models of B17 saddles I own, but will probably try a Swallow for this bike. The Campagnolo Nuevo Record cranks are more narrow than cranks on my other bikes, and I think something more narrow will be appreciated by the inside of my thighs. I have a pair of 41cm Nitto Noodle bars that aren't being used. They will replace the more narrow Sakae bars that came on the bike. The most difficult decision was pedals. Rather than the platform pedals used on my other bikes, I'm going back to being attached. The current clip/strap pedals will be replaced with a pair of Speedplay pedals left over from my "racier" days. I hope I can find my old Shimano shoes with Speedplay "cleats".

The perfect transition between personal comfort and pure operation comes from the tire department. Fortunately, I'll be able to add some width. Although this bike will be intended for paved roads, some of the county roads in my part of the world are fairly rough. It appears that the front fork will be the constraint, and I'll basically max-out the available space. My current guess is that a 30mm tire might work, and a 28mm will definitely work. I've got my eye on the Grand Bois Cypress.

At one point in the pondering process, brifters were considered. But I've got this perfectly functional Campagnolo Nuevo Record drivetrain here. I also have a pair of Dura-Ace 10-speed brifters, but that brings all kinds of compatibility issues. Since I'm very comfortable using downtube shifters anyway, I think I'll stay with the existing drivetrain for awhile.

In summary, the project is starting to look like a thorough cleaning, followed by a few replacement parts. Bars, brakes, brake levers, cables, tires, tubes, and saddle will all be replaced with things from the parts bin, or purchased new. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, a computer will be added. I'll simply touch up the paint nicks and scratches with clear nail polish. The result should perform well, but will be lacking in looks.

But if initial efforts work as well as anticipated, option 3 can be pulled off the shelf for implementation.

Turnaround

2011-09-10T09:58:00.030-06:00

It was just as dramatic a change as the turnaround in Gainesville this morning. That puff of cooler air that drifted into Texas last weekend has given profoundly appreciated relief from brutal heat, and the mildness lingers. It was in the upper 50's when I stopped just past the catfish head fence post decorations to collect an image of the sunrise. A truly lovely morning.

The dramatic change in Gainesville was the difference between riding into a light north wind along a state highway, and riding with a less-slight north wind on paved and unpaved county backroads on the way home. I enjoyed both portions of the ride. The highway portion was smooth, straight, with light auto travel so early in the morning. Just right for getting into a good rhythm.

Descending into Gainesville, I encountered a group of riders headed south. If you enlarge the photo you can see them in the distance. And since the Red River is just north of Gainesville, you can almost see Oklahoma from here.

I paused to refuel at a convenience store. It was warming up and time to shed a layer.

Since the route back promised to be much more twisty-turny, it was also time to refer to my old school GPS.

What a turnaround! The high-pitched hum of Hetres rolling over pavement was transformed into the Rice Krispies sound of crunching gravel. The expanse of the wide state ROW was reduced to one lane of travel between trees. The pace slowed, and the countryside just glided by me.

While we are thrilled with the cooler temperatures of late, we Texans are not totally satisfied. Now our prayers are focused all the more on rain. There are far too many creeks that are not supposed to be dry like this. And too many bewildered cows standing around staring at mud pits that were once refreshing stock ponds.

I suppose it's also a turnaround of sorts for me in that I've invested in the slightly-more-zippy project bike. While pondering and tinkering with the old Trek, I've been ramping up the ride intensity and duration just a bit. I'm not sure if it is time to use the "training" word just yet, but that day might come. The son-in-law has begun riding...often...and fast, and is starting to scare me. Gotta do something about that. So after a few shorter, quicker rides in the last few days, it was most excellent to spend some time in the saddle. Long Steady Distance, I believe is what we'd call it if we were training...but we aren't quite yet.

These purple thistle thingies were a sharp visual contrast with the toasty, crispy brown of the thirsty roadside grasses.

Things have turned around. It looks different. It feels different.

There is a delightful eagerness.

Step Zero Point Five

2011-09-08T19:32:00.006-06:00

In which we begin spending money...

My last comment on this post demonstrates that Mrs. Pondero is a fascinating creature, and one about whom I have much more to learn. As it turns out, there IS another "project dog", and he arrived before I even completed the inventory on my old Trek.

His name is Ferris Bueller.

And that seems like a pretty good name for this care-free, trouble-making, free-loading, furry rascal. He's so lucky, it makes me sick.

I might have just started the most expensive project bike ever.

Step Zero - Out of the Box

2011-09-03T07:36:00.016-06:00

1984 Trek 660

The project bike arrived late yesterday afternoon.

I've only had enough time to pull it out of the box, slap it together into one piece, and play with it for about 15 minutes. No adjustments. It was a hoot to carve sharp turns and feel the acceleration.

It's pretty much what I wanted...a decent lugged steel bike with standard diameter tubes and geometry slightly more race-like than my current bikes. It fits perfectly, and even though it needs work, it's just what I had in mind for this project.

I know that the saddle, tires, and bars will need to be replaced, but I haven't really had the time yet to do a thorough inventory and make a plan. That'll be the first step, and I'm looking forward to it.

Project Bike 2011

2011-08-27T06:47:00.008-06:00

The 2011 bicycle project was located and purchased yesterday.

Some of you know that I've been keeping my eye out for a project bike. Originally, my goal was to diligently search for a bargain, a "fixer upper", and spend some time occupying myself on a restoration. But as is often the case, too much pondering leads to too many requirements (it must be lugged, it must be lightweight, it must have pretty components, etc.). So lately, since my project bike was planned to be more zippy than those in my current stable, I've even considered saving up for a Rivendell Roadeo. In fact, I seriously considered asking Jeremy Shlachter at Gallus Cycles to build me a frame. Now that I've seen his work in person a couple of times now, I hope to commission one of his frames one day.

But this project bike ended up somewhere in the middle of the spectrum. In other words, it appears to be in satisfactory riding shape, but I might plan to restore/rehab/upgrade it somewhat.

I'll post some photos after it arrives. Until then, here are the hints...

1984

lugged

Reynolds 531

mid-level race bike

red

Sounds delicious, eh?

Inspired

2011-08-23T17:00:00.002-06:00

No where as nice as the lead photo on the recent Rat Trap Press post which inspired me, here's photo documentation of an early morning ride.

Besides the whole talent and skill advantage thing he has, I'll excuse myself by saying I'm in Austin on business, and had a mall as my backdrop.

I'm just thankful, that I was able to bring the bike and get a short ride in before reporting for duty.

His post was more than photo inspiration, it was "make the effort" inspiration as well. For that, I am also thankful.

Getting Out

2011-08-20T08:29:00.016-06:00

While whining about the hotter-than-usual summer, I've been trying to keep my chin up and look forward to fall. Since folks have been talking about school beginning soon and football, I suppose fall might happen after all. If that's true, it's time to prepare for it.

Over the summer, fitness has been eroding at an alarming rate. It's time to push things a bit. Instead of sleeping late, or driving to play disc golf, like the last few Saturdays, it was high time for getting out on the bicycle. And it was a joy.

Fuzzy's Taco Shop, Sanger, Texas

Today's outing was basically a breakfast run. We have a "just opened" Fuzzy's Taco Shop in Sanger now (yeah, who woulda thought?), and a breakfast taco seemed like just the excuse for a bicycle outing. For you non-locals, Fuzzy's is known 'round here for their excellent fish tacos.

Jayber's Place?

After breakfast, and cruising through town, I saw the above building and it made a powerful impression on me. Have you ever read a book, and used your imagination to form a perfectly clear image of something being described in the book...as if you were seeing it with your eyes? Then, did you actually see the thing in real life? This building is one of those things for me.

One of my favorite novels is, "Jayber Crow", by Wendell Berry. The title character is a bachelor barber who lives much of his life in a two-story building that is described like this. The downstairs is his barber shop, and he lives upstairs, accessing his abode via outdoor staircase. In my mind, as I read the book, it looks just like this. Just seeing it on a quiet summer morning carried me back to 1940's Port William, Kentucky. Mind games. If you yearn to escape to a simpler time, when community mattered, when people were self-reliant, when neighbors were neighbors, and the economy was local, you will probably enjoy this book (as well as many other things Wendell Berry has authored).

Dry (but not usually) Creek

The trip back home carried me away from my temporary mental escape back to reality. The blazing sun was climbing and doing what it has been doing for almost 90 days now. It was heating up quickly, climbing to another high temperature record (yawn), and I was remembering why I've been too much off the bike lately. But the hands are still spinning around the clock, and the season will change. So it was good getting out. There were probably no significant fitness gains this morning, but it was a step in the right direction.

Texas Summer Amusement

2011-08-10T15:56:00.010-06:00

To tie-in the analogy of the long grinding climb from my previous post, I guess yesterday was the short level spot we enjoy, catching our breath, before the road pitches up again.

Surfing over to the weather radar yesterday afternoon, I saw a tiny rain cloud up near IH-35 and the Texas/Oklahoma border. When I saw that it was moving south, I let out a loud, "Yee-haw!" and asked Mrs. Pondero to crate the dogs. "We're gonna see us some RAIN!"

And so we did.

We left the house in typical 106 degree heat. It was about 13 miles to the first rain drop on the windshield of the pickup. Hoping for more, we drove all the way to Gainesville, but the cloud we were chasing was all dried up. Texas heat does that.

Fortunately, another shower was building off to our west. So on the way home, about 44 miles into our search, we turned onto a gravel county road, drove under a little cloud, and found a light shower.

I stopped the truck, got out, and stood in the rain. I sniffed the wonderfully wet atmosphere and was reminded what rain smells like. I grinned in blissful 79 degree air. Shoulda brought a sweater. I took a photo of the cloud on the way back so I could remember what rain clouds look like.

We made it back home, after a 55-mile round trip, around 7:30pm. It was 103 degrees.

Resuming climb now...

Endurance

2011-08-06T09:40:00.015-06:00

Most of us value endurance. For the cyclist, endurance allows us to keep going when the grade is steep because we understand the rewards associated with reaching the summit. For any athlete, endurance allows him to continue performing at a high level and gain an advantage over his opponent. For all of us, the ability to persevere through adversity allows us to not give up on life when times are hard. We remind ourselves that there are better times to come, and therefore give ourselves a healthy dose of perspective.

It's not been a pleasant summer. We're in drought conditions, under water use restrictions, and breaking record high temperatures is becoming monotonous. I've not persevered well. When the weather report comes on the radio and reports "high today 107, low tonight 85, no chance of rain..." for the 53rd consecutive day, I scream back, "Don't waste your breath...and don't bring me anymore weather reports until you have something NEW to say!" In spite of Steve's amazingly positive attitude, I think I'm not the only one around here who's getting a little cranky.

So I guess it is time to endure. I need some of that perspective that reminds me of better times to come. As for life in general, avoiding suffering is not the way to get that perspective, to develop endurance, or to be in a position to really cherish those better times when they come. So I reckon I'll take another drink of water, downshift, and keep climbing. The summer summit is only 7-8 weeks away.

Short-Term/Long-Term

2011-07-16T08:56:00.031-06:00

There is a wide variety of addictions. We frequently hear of people being addicted to alcohol, illegal drugs, prescription drugs, food, and sex. These are commonly mentioned, but I suppose there are other less-prominently discussed addictions. We might even say that some individuals and families (those not affected by some outside financial calamity) who have simply spent beyond their means are addicted to materialism, or buying new things, or spending.

The vast majority of addicts (probably all) do not have addiction as a goal. The goal is much more positive and short-term. It's the, "What the harm of a little pleasure now?" mindset. There is little thought of long-term implications. Because we are not currently addicted or dependent, we do not see the next short-term satisfaction as a step to a longer-term dependency. But for many, isn't that what happens? It might not be intended, and it might be hard to tell when we've crossed over the line, but addiction develops. Like the trout fooled by the artificial fly, we figure out we are hooked after it is too late. It is in large part due to not considering long-term implications along with short-term benefits when making decisions.

American voters are addicts. For too long we've elected those who have promised short-term pleasure, without thinking of long-term implications. Instead of fullfilling our individual responsibilities, we have intoxicated ourselves with a series of government-provided benefits, comforts, and pleasures. Like spoiled children, we believe life owes us complete absence of discomfort. Our country is like the family addicted to spending, and we have credit card bills that are unsustainable.

There's been a lot of discussion in the news lately about what our elected officials are going to do about our spending habits. Like a family weighed down with credit card debt, we seek relief. The good news is that thousands of families have been able to discipline themselves and solve their problem. It required a long-term perspective, hard work, and sacrifice. It required establishing a budget and reducing spending.

The company I work for understands this. Because of a depressed economy, our revenue is below budget. If we kept spending at original budgeted levels with less revenue, our company would die. So our company made tough long-term decisions about reducing costs so that it could sustain itself. Those decisions meant that some of my friends are no longer employed. The company preserved as many jobs as possible, and many of us remain able to contribute to the country's financial health with income tax contributions.

In some cases, overcoming a family financial crisis also involved producing more income. Perhaps, there is an application here for our country. Some might argue that increasing taxes, printing cash, or borrowing is the the "producing more income" analogy for the US. Those seem like short-term measures to me. The long-term perspective recognizes that the government doesn't "produce income", individuals do. The long-term and sustainable approach is one in which we encourage individuals to produce. The more productive the individual, the more productive the State.

I think that most of us intuitively see the short-term/long-term contrast, but what about the politicians? We understand it when we make decisions that affect our families. The frightening thing is that elected officials seem to have a short-term perspective. It appears that for most, they can see only as far as the next election. And what they see is a country of voters who are addicted to spending. The question before them, however, is not about the next election. It is about the long-term health of the country's citizens. So my admonition to the politicians is to put down the bottle of spending intoxication, sober up, and be statesmen. It's not easy to be disciplined, to sacrifice, and work hard, but neither is it complicated. It's a lot simpler when you have the right perspective.

Two Tips

2011-06-26T15:41:00.010-06:00

Morning light...

...and travel by bike.

Nice Light

2011-06-22T07:32:00.011-06:00

The sky looked like this. In keeping with the new ride schedule, I had waited until sundown to head out for an evening cruise.

Up ahead, I saw the rancher park his truck on the left side of the road, and walk across to set his trash out for pickup on the right side. He turned immediately to walk back to his truck, but looked my direction and stopped. There was a slightly uncomfortable moment for me as he stood there, apparently waiting for me to arrive, or pass by. But why?

When I came near, he smiled, pointed to the front of my bike, and exclaimed, "That...is one...bright...light!" What was at first slightly uncomfortable, became handshakes, introductions, and neighbors talking in the middle of the road at twilight. Our conversation covered pasture, fences, creeks, and cows. It dabbled a little while on bicycle lights. He told me about having a bike when he was a kid that had a bottle generator.

He filled in the details of my approach from his perspective. When he turned to cross back to his truck, he saw the light and thought I was riding a motorcycle. Of course, since I was on a bike, he had plenty of time to cross the road in front of me. He realized I was going a little slow for a motorized vehicle, but even then he wasn't thinking about speed. He said, "At first, I thought that was the quietest motorcycle I've ever seen!" When he finally realized that it was a bicycle approaching, he knew that he'd been fooled. Fooled by the Edelux before it was even dark.

As we parted, he complimented my light again. Nice neighbor.

Nice light.

Pondering Perspectives

2011-06-20T19:48:00.014-06:00

As I've said numerous prior times, a ride around the block for me is 3 miles. I've referred to this, which is one of my favorite rides, the 3-mile loop. And as I've said before, I often take advantage of just a few minutes to get out on the bike and enjoy that wondrous sensation of balance and momentum.

I like to track how the views change from season to season, and as weather conditions change from hour to hour. In fact, seasonal changes in combination with lighting variations during the day can call attention to things I've never seen before. Delightful new discoveries in the midst of the familiar. Like marriage, for example.

Even looking different directions from one spot can make a huge difference. Right here on my charming 3-mile loop, and just around the corner from my little house on the prairie, is this one little spot, from which all three of these photos were taken...within minutes...all within 45 degrees of the compass, looking west, west-northwest, and northwest.

Sometimes I am perhaps, too easily amused.

Dark Depart

2011-06-18T14:44:00.009-06:00

It's wasn't easy to get up for a 5:30am rollout, but it was worth it. I find enduring an early alarm easier than triple digit temps and 25-35mph winds.

Aware of the windy forecast (it was already blowing pretty strong at departure), I worked my way south on a mix of paved and gravel roads to the Denton Greenbelt Trail, rode about 6 miles of it, and ended up at the southern end. After a brief, but scenic tour of downtown Denton, I returned along my traditional bicycle commute route. That route basically is a choice of going west, or north. On the west portions, I leaned into the cross wind and worked to maintain a line among the gusts. On the north portions, I was amazed by the mixed sensory signals my brain was receiving...tired legs, still air, but a landscape going by very rapidly.

After almost 5 hours on the bike, I had just enough time to get cleaned up and have a big lunch before that afternoon nap overcame me.

New Ride Schedule

2011-06-17T10:57:00.009-06:00

Because it is HOT outside, I'm adjusting my schedule to allow for rides at the fringes of the day. Earlier this week, I did my prepare-for-the-next-day chores immediately after arriving home form work. That freed me up to roll out just before sunset. Not much light out, so the photos are a bit fuzzy. But it'll provide a glimpse of early evening out on the prairie.

moonrise

pond

last light

brighter moon

night gravel

back at the shop

It was a tolerable 92 degrees when I returned, so this'll be the mid-week routine. On Saturday's, the plan will be to get a very early start. Summer afternoons out here on the north Texas prairie are best used for napping.

Grasslands Reconn

2011-06-11T13:15:00.034-06:00

I've been itching to find a new place to go camping. For me, the S24O of my imagination looks something like those excellent images I see of folks camping on Mt. Diablo, near Rivendell headquarters. We just do not have such vertical variety out here on the prairie. However, there are some nice hilltops within S24O distance that might be quite suitable. Finding one was the purpose of today's LBJ National Grasslands reconn expedition.

To minimize travel time, and maximize on-site reconn time, I carried the bike in the pickup. I found a relatively high spot that had a breeze and a shade. The nose of my truck is sticking out of the trees, just past the curve.

It was a nice spot for a sort of "base camp". Without a map, I simply pedaled off to explore for awhile, and return for a bit of shade and a water bottle refill. Then I'd set out in a new direction. It was only for the morning, but my base camp served me well.

Just beyond the shade cover of my base camp, I was able to enjoy my first "view". This was a good sign. I pedaled on with a heightened sense of optimism. There must be a great camping spot around here somewhere.

The LBJ National Grasslands are located north of Decatur, Texas, and about 30 miles from my house. The area seems to be controlled by the Forest Service, and is a delightful mixture of wide open grasslands, spotty tree and brush cover, and rolling hills. There are plenty of gravel roads to explore.

Based on my limited reconn, it appears that the area is a favorite of horse riding enthusiasts. They haul their trailers, find a nice place for their own base camp, and explore the vast network of trails. These folks found a spot with plenty of water, but most of the area is rugged and without the comforts afforded by more "developed" commercial or state park campgrounds. Certain adjustments to a more primitive style will be required for me to camp here.

At first, I kept to the gravel roads to simply get a sense of the general area. There were many trails that I rolled by that could be explored another day.

Another use of this land is for oil/gas activity. There are some of these guys dotting the area. Most are located some distance off the main gravel road. This one (inactive), however, was larger than average, so I turned in to take a look. Bicycle parked at base for a sense of scale.

Sometimes, the double track looked attractive and I left the main gravel road to explore further. Most of the time, it would either fade to nothing, or turn into a trail for the horses and hikers.

It seems whenever I do not have a planned route, like water, I end up at low elevations. Why is that?

Apparently others have ended up here also. It seems to be a well-used swimming hole.

The swimming hole was a part of a finger from one of the more prominent lakes in the area. I believe the main body of the lake is just beyond the view (and to the right) in the photo above.

So much for noodling around. It was time to climb out of that hole into which gravity had drawn me, and find that prized hill top camping spot. My target was at the crest of one or more of those more prominent topographic features shown in the map above.

I hiked to the top of a couple of those features. I found wildflowers, cactus, and pleasant breezes.

I found color-tipped grasses contrasted against the green tree tops.

In some places, I could see multiple ridgelines.

In others, I only saw the next ridge across the valley, and bits of the road I had been on a little while earlier.

No, it is not as high up as Mt. Diablo, but things were looking pretty good. Now, where would be a good spot to set-up camp?

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner. This view is looking northeast, and I believe watching the sunrise from my tent door right here would be nothing short of spectacular.

Can you imagine how excellent the stars would be out here?

Yeah, me too. It's time to get this trip scheduled.

Confession

2011-06-05T16:46:00.020-06:00

When it was time to load up the bike and drive home, I figured out why the last few miles of Saturday's ride were really wearing on me (in addition to the heat, and time in the saddle). I had decided to ride to my brother's house in Colleyville for some good ol' fashioned family time. Mrs. Pondero followed in a motor vehicle, allowing me a one-way bike trip (which was plenty today, thank you). But a flat tire doesn't really directly relate to my title for today's post.

Actually, I must make a confession. For all my righteous proclamations about not being a slave to training, the racing mindset, and speed, yesterday I faltered. Somewhere between Denton and Roanoke, on US 377, I let my mind lapse back to those days when I had some semblance of fitness. On US 377, there are a healthy number of roadies and tri-geeks all kitted-up. They are (mostly) lean and fast(er than me). Back in the day, I enjoyed the challenge of spotting a rabbit down the road. Each one was a bridge-to-breakaway situation, and I relished the opportunity to drop a cog or two and turn on the speed. When I saw a couple of riders ahead, that weren't pulling away from me very fast, the old fire was ignited (or maybe it was just the Texas sun).

I gave chase. Riding the Kogswell P/R, with cushy 650b tires at 45psi, fixed wheel drive train, and characteristically un-aerodynamic boxy Berthoud front bag (full of coffee, water, and snacks), I gave chase. Not having other gear options, I simply pedaled faster. About 100 rpm on a 66-inch gear is not terribly fast, but I closed the gap. Seeing the two cyclists in front of me grow in my eyes, was like a jaguar inching close enough to smell its prey. I pedaled faster. When I could tell that I made most progress on the climbs, it was like the old days where my small size and light weight gave me an advantage. I was back in the groove, and for a moment it felt like the old days. But only for a moment.

I exploded. I was suddenly reminded that I have no fitness. After a mile or two at what was clearly an unsustainable pace, I blew up like some over-hyped top fuel dragster engine. And just like that I sat up gasping, and watched them disappear over the next ridge. I told myself that I didn't care...that I'm just a tourist on my way to Colleyville and NOT in a hurry. Evidently, however, I wasn't listening to myself.

After plenty of time for recovery, I encountered another group of cyclists. In fact, they pulled onto the road right in front of me. Well, almost right in front of me. They were probably about 100 yards up. Actually, one guy was lagging the main group a bit, and preparing to bridge up. He was only about 20 yards in front of me. You already know what I was thinking. If I caught him, he'd tow me to the group, and I'd be able to sit-in for just a little while (for old times sake), and then ease off and let them go. So I stood to accelerate. Unfortunately, so did my helper. It was obvious that he didn't want to waste a bunch of time chasing the group in the headwind, and he certainly didn't see me as help. Then I gave it everything I had. He was so close, surely it wouldn't hurt long. It didn't. I never gained on this guy an inch, and I exploded within seconds.

I sat up again. I tried to get some air into my lungs. And as the spots in front of my eyes cleared, I saw them, all as one beautiful peloton, sail away from me. So I have a confession to make. Forgive me, for I have lusted for speed. For a few moments, I wanted my race bike, my fitness, and my youth back. I imagined doing interval sessions. I even imagined a new lightweight bike with no racks and bags...and brifters. Brifters! Oh, how far I've fallen.

I eventually made it to my brother's house. We had a great time watching my nephew play little league baseball. We grilled burgers, and ate ice cream. We watched more baseball. When it came time to head back to the prairie, I wheeled the bike around and noticed that it didn't roll well at all. That fat tire was squashed flat. But the flat tire, and the photo above doesn't have anything to do with my confession. At least I don't think so. You don't think that there are consequences that come to old men who lust for speed, do you?

Edelux Art

2011-06-02T17:59:00.005-06:00

Why?

Because I felt like playing around.
That's why.

Maybe the best photo of me ever.

Rock Sculpture Bonus

2011-05-30T11:32:00.026-06:00

I didn't know this was going to be a rock sculpture expedition. Sometimes these micro-tours surprise me. I think I'm going for a bit of a ride and some coffee, and then something else just as amusing is piled on top.

(early start)

(dark and windy)

(arrival)

(coffee prep)

(sculpture in progress)

(balance)

(clouds like ships sailing)

(bridge)

(first class accommodations)

(early summer color)

(resisting small waves)

(cruising the beach)

(friendly T-Rex)

Some things are planned. Some things are anticipated. And some things are unexpected added bonuses that come to those to make the effort to put themselves in good situations...like, for instance, a micro-tour.

Reader Help Reconn

2011-05-28T18:29:00.017-06:00

The question is, "If I try to give you my point of view during a reconn ride, would you help me evaluate the route for suitability?"

"Suitability for what?" you might ask. Good question. Especially, since I suspect that some of you might have already PEDALED this route.

This route is basically the Second Annual Fall Finale Forty-Mile Country Path Ramble without the Rosston spur. So it's the 36 mile loop without the 4.5 mile out-and-back spur to the general store. Those of you that participated in the Ramble last December have done this route, but not in the summer...which transitions us back to the suitability question.

It didn't take me long this morning to realize that it is summer out there. Now that Memorial Day weekend is here, triple digit temperatures are almost upon us. That means old curmudgeons like myself seek adventure at times more pleasant...like in the dark. So the question is whether this route is suitable for a group ride in the darkness.

As originally conceived, the plan would be to leave my house at 8:30pm on a Friday night and return sometime after midnight. I was thinking of naming it the Midnight Ramble. Mrs. Pondero argued against that plan, mentioning the combination of things like kids, pickup trucks, and alcohol. So maybe I'll consider an extremely early start. Maybe it'll be the Sunrise Ramble. Maybe it would include a dawn coffee brew stop. Either way, the question is, "Would this route be suitable for a mostly darkness shrouded gravel grinder?"

The following photos should give you some sense of what I enjoyed this morning...

There are no "city lights" out here on these gravel roads. I expect some of these areas will be just a little spooky. That, of course, has nothing to do with me trying to get someone to join me for this adventure. Let's just say I like to share the fun.

I think the idea has some merit, but the real question is whether others agree. Because I'm not afraid, and I could go out wandering around in the darkness all by myself, but you know, that would just be selfish of me.

Skunk!

2011-05-21T10:53:00.015-06:00

When it was all over, I was astonished by the lightening speed of my thought.

I had an encounter with a skunk today, and it was a short one. Forgive me for not stopping for photos of the critter.

I was on a pleasant patch of gravel, and it came 'round the corner on the edge of the road opposite me. It was traveling south, I was traveling north. In one pedal revolution, I evaluated my options.

(1) I could stop and hope that it would wonder OFF the road, but he was coming toward me with purpose. I've heard that seeing a skunk, normally a nighttime critter, in the daytime is a possible sign of rabies. (2) I could keep going along my edge of the road and hope for the best, but unfortunately I was going downwind. Bummer. (3) I could turn around, but I was getting hungry. Besides, I've encountered skunks before sitting in my tent watching them sniff around inches from me. I was rock still in that tent, but never got the fragrant treatment.

I chose option (2), hugging my side of the road, and surging with slight acceleration. Not too abruptly, mind you. When we got even with one another, I glanced left and saw the tail shoot straight up in the air. Oh no...

At that point, I was becoming a perfect downwind target.

But it wobbled on down the edge of the road with it's tail straight up, and I pedaled north with my heart rate up. It was all for show this time.

So that one pedal revolution process of alternative identification, evaluation, and decision-making, worked out okay...this time.

Lingering in Louisville

2011-05-18T19:02:00.013-06:00

It was going to take bigger obstacles to keep me off the bike. David went to the trouble to bring his Dahon folder for me to borrow while in Louisville. I didn't want to let him down.

So the cloudy, damp, drizzly weather, and my lack of traditional cycling attire, didn't stop me. Finally, even my employment responsibilities didn't stop me. With a mix of determination, and eager anticipation (emancipation?), I pulled on my boots and rolled the folder out of the hotel lobby.

Other than pedaling around the downtown area, I had no plan. I just wanted to spin the cranks and feel like the luckiest conference attendee in Louisville.

Mission accomplished.

Within an hour, drizzle grew into drops. Since I had Mrs. Pondero's new camera, the smart thing was to seek shelter.

Besides, it was dinner time. And tomorrow, it'll be time to head back home.

But it was good to linger a bit here in Louisville for one more night. Thanks again to my new friends for making a work activity much more pleasant.

Bicycle Bloggers Meet-Up

2011-05-17T18:54:00.017-06:00

Based on such positive experiences I've had meeting DFW bicycle bloggers (such as Chandra, Steve, Myles, and Paul) in person, I figured I'd expand my social horizons a bit further. When my plans were set to attend a conference in Louisville, Kentucky, I contacted David and Tim to see if we might meet for coffee. Even with high expectations, they both surprised me.

We agreed to meet at a coffee shop across the street from the Performing Arts Center (where David works), which was a 3-minute walk from the conference hotel. To accommodate my schedule constraints, they both went out of their way to meet me early.

David, Tim, and me

Tim, in the middle of a heinous workload spike, was especially tired. But he got up early on his day off to allow me to meet him.

Knowing of my fondness for his Quickbeam, he rode it to the meeting place. I didn't have much time to inspect it closely, but I am an experienced bicycle gawker. I assure you that I did a fairly complete inventory on the fly, and was quite pleased.

David went out of his way to bring me a bike to ride. He folded it, loaded it up on the rack of his LHT, brought it downtown, unfolded it, and pushed it toward me just in case I have a chance to ride while I'm in town.

The visit was far too short. I just wanted to buy these guys a coffee and say thanks for all the encouragement as internet friends, and yet they honored me. When the clock said that I had to report to duty at the conference, I stuffed my right pants leg into my sock, and pedaled away.

Sharing the experience with guys like this is what I often think about when I'm out there alone on the north Texas prairie. I hope they can come to Texas someday. I have a favor to return.

S24O Kit Evolution

2011-05-15T17:47:00.031-06:00

Steve commented on my last post about my most recent S24O. He asked about my what my kit has evolved to include, and what it has evolved to not include. It hasn't really changed much, but I'll attempt to provide a brief overview. If anyone would like more details, just let me know.

In above photo, you can see that my camping bike is my Rivendell A. Homer Hilsen. It includes front and rear racks so I can pack all the luxuries that make my overnighters comfortable. The front rack holds my sleeping bag. The rear rack holds small panniers, and supports the largish saddlebag.

If I were a better planner, I probably would be a "bag matcher". But since I'm not, I just do the best I can at organizing a somewhat tidy load.

The next photo shows things that are not clothes and food. Clothes and food are variable, so I won't spend much time on them unless asked. I'll simply say that for my short camping trips, I'd rather be hungry than cold. So I tend to overpack warm woolies in cold weather, and "make do" with sparse/simple food. I am, however, beginning to think in terms of trying more extravagant meals (especially in warmer months since I can replace rainfly and warm clothes with food without wondering were things will go).

The top row (front left to right) are sleeping bag, tent, tent poles, rainfly, and pillow. As mentioned above, the sleeping bag straps to the front rack, but all other top row items are stuffed into my largish saddlebag. The tent isn't exactly "in" the bag, but is under the top flap, and buckled within the leather straps.

The next row down includes windbreaker, tool roll inside homemade windscreen, stove/fuel/matches/coffee, and cheap Walmart mess kit. Mrs. Pondero picked up the mess kit for me. I thought it looked a bit fragile and wouldn't last, but so far, I'm happy with it.

The bottom row has bungie cord for sleeping bag, coffee maker, water bottle, fancy coffee cup, tent stakes, large and small battery powered camp lights, and sleeping pad. The two bottom row items usually are carried in the panniers with various clothing items stuffed strategically to minimize rattles. My food ends up at the top of panniers and/or saddlebag.

Camera, wallet, and cell phone fit in the small pouch that attaches to the exterior of the saddlebag.

It is probably apparent that I am no minimalist. Camp is usually only about an hour and a half away, so I don't obsess over another few pounds. In fact, I often will bring a book.

Regarding "evolution", the main thing is that I've decided that I prefer the alcohol stove to the Kelly Kettle I was using earlier. The Kelly Kettle is bulkier, heavier, and requires more attention during use. I've also been using my Bialetti coffee maker lately, instead of my REI press/insulated mug combo. The press works fine, and I will probably use both in the future, depending on mood. One item I don't have, but might add soon, is some minimal first aid kit. Up until now, I've depended on my cell phone and the gracious Mrs. Pondero if I need medical attention. But after camping with Chandra, who was better prepared, in the fall, I'm rethinking that.

So there's the overview. Nothing really complex or high-tech, just reasonable comfort for one night outdoors. However, having racks and bag options does make it easy to carry the primary comforts of home. And that kind of convenience does require something of a financial commitment. Even so, I'm confident it could be done simpler and cheaper by someone more resourceful.

Fall-in-to-Place S24O

2011-05-14T20:50:00.013-06:00

shady spot on a gravel road

This weekend was not a target. For the last three weeks, I've just been trying to make it through each day. I couldn't plan ahead for the work that was choking the life out of me, much less for any leisure time. But sometimes things just fall in to place.

just arrived at the campsite

Michael and I happened to be able to get Friday afternoon off. We both had our reasons, but each needed to get outdoors and clear our minds. Since circumstances allowed, and the weather couldn't be better, we pulled together a last minute campout.

barn swallow excavation crew in action

By mid afternoon, we had arrived, oriented ourselves to our surroundings, and set out for a walk. We ambled toward the lake shore to enjoy the sunshine and the cool breeze. We sat on a picnic table and watched a large number of barn swallows. At first their flight seemed chaotic, but we soon noticed a circular pattern. Then the "pile" of barn swallows at the water's edge.

excavation pits

We moved closer to get a better look. Apparently, they swoop down in huge numbers, scoop up moist soil, and use it to build their nests. Judging from the location of the excavated areas, it seemed they were selecting soil with a "just right" moisture content.

barn swallow handiwork

Then we made our way to another point in their circular pattern, and we could see the construction in progress. Their skillful aerobatics is matched by their clever construction.

evening fire

It was an unseasonably cool evening, but ideal for camping. Michael and I were joined for dinner by another friend who had his own reasons for spending a little time in the woods. We discussed lofty topics, tossed sticks in the fire, and challenged one another to more noble living.

pre-breakfast campsite

Our friend had to leave us, so Michael and I continued the discussion. We stared at the fire, warmed our hands, and watched the moon rise. When yawns appeared more frequently in our conversation, we retired to our respective tents.

Compared to my winter outings, the night seemed quite short. I slept better than usual, and the sky was light at 6am. It was morning and delightfully brisk. Just right for coffee.

morning fire

Michael found a few glowing embers from last night's fire, and soon brought them back to life.

boiling water

While Michael tended the fire, I prepared the oatmeal...

coffee is ready

...and the coffee.

toasting poptarts

Then we supplemented our more nutritious breakfast with poptarts, toasted the cowboy way.

baggage shadow

Then we both needed to be somewhere else. So we packed our things and headed out. But we were grateful for such a convenient location for these kinds of S24O getaways, and we anticipated the next opportunity. Then we went our separate ways.

rolling green hills

On a cool refreshing morning in mid May, I pedaled my bicycle with a warmed heart, over gently rolling hills speckled with wildflowers. I realized that sometimes fall-in-to-place events can top those that are carefully planned.

From the West Spectacularly

2011-05-08T20:21:00.006-06:00

Still working

but I force-fit one more short ride

around the 3-mile loop

as the sun slipped behind the horizon

A thunderstorm was approaching

from the west spectacularly

so the short spin was

absolutely worth the effort

Maybe next week

will allow more opportunities

No Time

2011-05-07T13:54:00.005-06:00

With the work load lately, I didn't have time to get out for two and a half hours this morning. On the other hand, I really couldn't afford to not break loose for a bit.

No excess of words today, just photos to remind me that it really happened.

Detangled

2011-04-30T18:30:00.009-06:00

His brain was like a birdnested bait casting reel, cluttered and non-functioning. His perception was obscured as if in dense morning fog. After too much multi-tasking, too many deadlines, and complexity overload, it was time to step away. It was time for him to shut down thinking and simply move. It was time get things sorted out.

He started sluggishly. Spinning cranks felt like trying to stir a bowl of too dry oatmeal. It was deliberate effort. It took a few minutes to get his position settled, but he wasn't in a hurry. The pedals moved around at 60 rpm, but he didn't have anywhere to be. He didn't have a route planned, but he didn't feel like thinking. He just slowly noodled along.

Instinctively, he found the gravel. Within minutes, he was apart from traffic and down in the Clear Creek valley. There was a steady crunching sound under his tires. Wind tossed branches seemed to wave at him. Tall grasses bowed low, and wildflowers spotted the landscape with fresh color. His shoulders relaxed.

He stood to climb a succession of rollers. He felt the shift of balance as the machine was leaned from side to side. He breathed long slow breaths, and saw sunbeams, like strobe lights, hit his eyes as he rolled below the trees. It was then he realized the sun was shining. He was surrounding by real, tangible things. The earth is not digital.

Clarity of thought returned. Tangles disappeared in an instant like the untying of a shoelace. His mind was able to process the momentum of rolling on two wheels. He remembered the other plans for the day. His obligations were before him, but they did not overwhelm. Like the traveler on a well-worn pathway, he knew exactly the right direction. And like a well-equipped soldier, he was ready for the challenge. But there was still a little more time.

So he pedaled. The rhythm became smooth and effortless. Body and machine merged like a river confluence to flow across the countryside. "This is delightful," he thought to himself as he noticed the breeze grow stronger, and the clouds rise and darken in the west, "it is springtime." Consternation was displaced with contentment, and tangled thinking became as an arrow.

So he turned for home.

Brood Box Addition

2011-04-23T20:10:00.024-06:00

Mrs. Pondero's bees have been active. Though I might think it hazardous to fly sorties in such wind lately, it seems these critters are up to the challenge. Those orange blobs on their legs, are not fashion. They are evidence of another successful mission.

You can compare the rear legs of the arriver with the rear legs of the one departing. Continuous missions indeed, but has there been sufficient progress to suggest a new brood box be added?

That was the question of the day. Here, Mrs. Pondero uses smoke to prepare the bees for inspection.

Once the lid and feeder tray are removed, this is the first view. A box full of frames with so much honeycomb building activity, it literally overflows. They seek to fill the voids.

When one of the frames is removed for inspection, we get a better view of the results of so much activity.

Capped cells at the top of the frame, and work progressing on the others.

Mrs. Pondero wants to find the queen, and make sure she is doing well. She also wants to see if most of the frames are being used, and make a decision about whether to add another brood box. So she removes and inspects each frame.

She removes the superfluous honeycomb.

Even the son-in-law participated. He pulls a frame for inspection, and receives a tip from Mrs. Pondero. I'm getting quite skilled at using the camera's zoom capabilities. After all the inspection is complete, Mrs. Pondero decides to add the new brood box.

Anticipating the good news, we had the new box handy.

Mrs. Pondero uses smoke to encourage bees back into the hive. She doesn't want to harm anyone when placing the new box to the hive.

Careful placement.

Then return the feeding tray, and...

... the lid.

Finally, the tie-down strap is replaced. It has been quite windy out here on the prairie lately.

And at the end of the day, Mrs. Pondero took the superfluous honeycomb and produced a small batch of bee's wax. It was a day which provided hope for a honey sweet future.

Weekend Update

2011-04-23T08:28:00.008-06:00

Normally, I like to have some kind of consistent theme to these posts. Today, however, there's just a few random updates. Life is has been eventful lately.

Last night we stepped out on the front porch and saw this hanging around a decorative plant support. Apparently, it also supports the ubiquitous prowling Texas Rat Snake. Could we have rats and mice out here on the prairie?

Mrs. Pondero first spotted it up on a ledge eating June Bugs. I suggested that he find his way back to the prairie grass and better fulfill his true purpose in life.

My daughter and son-in-law came for a visit this weekend. That means said son-in-law has an opportunity to rip the legs off the old man.

He just purchased this nice urban fixed gear, and decided to let it visit the country. We avoided gravel, and it worked very well on the mellow rollers. He accomplished his purpose. Old man legs were definitely trashed.

I did my usual thing, pausing to catch my breath and admiring the waterways.

By the way, for those interested in Mrs. Pondero's honeybees, stay tuned for an update. Those bees have been...well...busy as bees. Update forthcoming.

Gratitude

2011-04-17T20:04:00.008-06:00

I remember thinking to myself at one point after the NAHBS 2011 in Austin that if I were able to get another bike now, it would likely be a 650b A. Homer Hilsen set-up similar to this one except fixed.

The point is that I'm very pleased with what this bike has become for my riding conditions. So I will take a moment to express my joy...

...and my thanksgiving, for I am greatly blessed.

Details

2011-04-17T06:49:00.008-06:00

After seeing the sunbeam highlight the gravel dust on my bike yesterday, I took a few detail photos of the working bits. Except for the day Homer has a bath, it seems like it perpetually looks like this.

I had two reactions. The first one was how, with the right light, that dust just glows.

The second was, "I'll probably need to replace a few bits soon."

While I was contemplating my dusty cassette, Tim requested a little more information on my Edelux/rack set-up. Turns out his request fits nicely with my details theme.

Basically, I'm using a Rivendell "Mark's Rack" up front, which has a flat tab on the front. This rack is more than it needs to be to function simply as a front rack, but versatility is its main attraction. I've used it as a front and rear rack on multiple bikes. That tab, with a simple "L" bracket from the hardware store, made mounting the Edelux quite easy.

I purchased screws in multiple lengths, with nylon lock-nuts, to sort-of customize the fit.

Because the light is somewhat cantilevered out beyond the mounting screw, I was concerned about rough roads and extensive gravel vibration. I figured that the light would loosen and rotate forward, and I'd be continually adjusting the aim of the light. Fortunately, it has stayed in place so far. Compared with the prior fork-mounted configuration, this is fantastic. No wheel shadows.

Now that I've been reminded how well this works, I think I'll schedule a ride for tonight.

Lonely Stretch Visit

2011-04-16T10:35:00.023-06:00

Spring time, with its new vibrant green and abundant sunshine, is even more enjoyable with a brisk morning start. We had temps in the lower 40's this morning, but that kind of refreshment is rapidly being replaced with what comes next.

Another case of the adequate being pushed aside for the new and improved. Another one-lane bridge is lost to progress. As a civil engineer, I understand load capacity and safety concerns, yet somehow the prior structure did its job for decades.

I spent most of my time on paved roads today, but did squeeze in time on a lonely stretch of gravel not visited lately. It is one of my favorites because it follows a ridge, gives pleasant views, and is amazingly void mechanical sounds.

There was this mechanical device, squeaking in the wind, and it was an auditory and visual standout.

This little stretch of lonely gravel offers views that provoke pondering, "I wonder where that goes?"

After a pause to soak in the quiet, I turned into a tailwind, and made it back to my prairie home sooner than I really wanted.

Lakeside Coffee

2011-04-09T13:09:00.042-06:00

Like the skillfully blended strings of a symphony orchestra, the sound of wavelets kissing the shore combined with bird song, and the steamy gurgle of my Bialetti Moka Express delight the senses.

a finger of the lake all to myself

at the water's edge

simple stove

"Myles-inspired" homemade windscreen

Bialetti Moka Express coffee maker

(a birthday gift from my lovely daughters...thank you, ladies!)

brew time view

cup at the ready

ahh...yes

worth doing,

worth doing right

JRA Fitness

2011-04-02T11:40:00.054-06:00

This blog post will present one way to improve bicycling fitness. I am not a coach, trainer, bicycle racer, or even a gifted athlete. In the past, I have raced, and have previously followed a structured training regime. There is no question that I was much faster on a bicycle back then, but this approach has nothing to do with that. As I have said before on this blog, and as a commenter on other's blogs, I don't like the "training" word. I like to go out and ride for 3-4 hours (occasionally more). I like just riding around (JRA), and want to have sufficient physical capability to do so in relative comfort. This post describes how I do it.

I try to minimize encounters with high speed motorized vehicles. I find that I enjoy JRA more if it is relatively quiet and I'm not constantly watching my back. Enjoyment is key.

I stop to admire the sights. This allows me to take photos that I can use in this blog. I like to document my adventures for future reflection. Sometimes folks seem to enjoy seeing the images and even leave encouraging comments. Besides, stopping to take photos allows me a brief recovery after relatively hard efforts. I say "relatively hard" because these efforts are not like the tortuous interval sessions I once did.

I pick routes that include rolling hills. I don't have monstrous, epic climbs to discourage me, or wear me down. Instead, these rollers allow for more variety and visual interest than pure flat ground. In addition, they offer an ability to mix in recovery with those harder efforts.

Since we have numerous "relatively hard" efforts mixed in the route due to the rolling hills, I have more opportunities to stop and take photos of things that I like (and catch my breath).

In addition to avoiding encounters with motorized vehicles, I like to choose a road surface that promotes JRA fitness. Gravel provides that sweet Rice Krispies "snap, crackle, pop" sound that I find delightful. It also provides a little more resistance to pedaling efforts. When you see a "One Lane Bridge" sign, you have a clue that you are on the right kind of road for JRA fitness.

One lane bridge? No problem. There's no waiting to take turns here. However, I might choose to wait a minute to take a photo. Because where there is a bridge, there is often a climb on the other side.

JRA fitness is greatly enhanced by using a simple drivetrain. There is no fussing with optimal gear ratios, and no thinking about fine-tuning the machine to improve speed or reduce effort. You just pedal and work with what you have, and what the conditions bring you. Think of it this way...one chainring + one cog + fixed wheel = JRA fitness. The simple drivetrain builds adequate strength for uphills, improves spin for downhills, and improves patience and mental fitness at all times.

Sometimes written instructions are not sufficient. So I've included a short video clip to help you visualize how JRA fitness looks in practice. Keep the suggestions of this post in mind, and watch the video. When you give JRA fitness a try, it should look something like this...except it should last longer. If you are a recovering racer and need special assistance, demos can be arranged on Saturday mornings at my northwest Denton County, Texas fitness center. I have found that recovering racers often need more intensive care, sometimes in the form of a micro-tour.

The JRA fitness approach doesn't make me stronger, more powerful, faster, or leaner. It makes me happier.

Project on the Prairie

2011-04-01T19:15:00.060-06:00

Backbone of Agriculture

Mrs. Pondero has a way of getting me involved in projects I otherwise would be satisfied in having as mere topics of discussion. You might say that I find her simply irresistible.

Bee Stuff in Pickup Truck

Some of our family and friends know that she's been gearing up to begin a honeybee project out here on the north Texas prairie. It began months ago with the research, ordering of the hive kit, assembly and painting of the hive, more research, ordering of the bees, and yet more research. That part of the project was actually becoming a little interesting. That part of the project didn't involve any encounters with actual bees.

Actual Bees (who I think are angry at being confined)

Today, however, was the big day. This was the day we encountered actual bees. The post office called Mrs. Pondero and asked her to kindly come fetch her bees. I was then told that WE would be transferring bees who had been confined, transported via postal service, and long since out of patience to their new home. How could that not be fun?

Almost Finished Bee Shading Apparatus

So we loaded up the bee stuff and and went out to the back corner of the property which has recently been rezoned for agriculture. Since that area doesn't have any trees, Mrs. Pondero thought it would be a good idea to build some kind of shade. We almost finished it before the bees arrived early. When was the last time I received a package EARLY? I understand now that I'll be finishing construction in a highly populated fly zone with no air traffic controller. I can't find words to express how much I'm looking forward to that.

Mrs. Pondero in Bee Suit

We didn't get any photos showing the actual transfer activity. But we did get this photo...which is me testing out the amazing zoom capabilities of our new Canon camera.

Basically, it was me reading instructions while Mrs. Pondero bravely saw front line action. We were all business. Well, mostly SHE was all business. As she poured bees from the shipping container into the hive, several decided to buzz around. So I read instructions at auctioneer pace, finished my job, and ran for cover. All I can say in my defense is that SHE was the one wearing the bee suit.

Several bees still in shipping container

Not every bee made it out of the shipping container. Most went in directly as desired. Several simply did not pour out as easy as the instructions suggested they might, and an astonishing number were buzzing around my head. All in all, however, Mrs. Pondero seemed satisfied that there were enough honey-making bees inside the hive for today. In fact, she said that there were several bees going IN to the hive as if they were being called by some separated buddy. So we took the tools back to the house.

Almost empty shipping container

After things calmed down a bit, we strolled back to check on things. We were pleased to see that almost all bees came out of the shipping container and (apparently) went in to serve their queen as expected. Or maybe they were just hungry and got a whiff of that half-gallon of sugar solution that was poured into the top feeder. Either way, it seems the transfer was largely successful.

Sweet sugary dreams, bees!

No humans were harmed as a part of this activity.

With a Friend

2011-03-27T14:13:00.053-06:00

Who is that cruising down an empty county road? Who is that enjoying the spring sunshine and the wide open spaces? Who is that with micro-tour gear at the ready?

Why, it's none other than the highly-celebrated friend of many, Myles, of Rat Trap Press from Fort Worth, Texas!

Myles decided to try and squeeze in a country outing before the Texas heat set-in for the long summer. He came up yesterday, and we had a plan to try out one of my favorite loops that includes more gravel than pavement. This is the same route I shared with another one of my Fort Worth friends last May.

We had a micro-tour in mind. That means that there is ample riding in the countryside, but the pace is not hurried, so there's always time to stop and admire the sights.

We paused at this shady creekside for a little physical and visual refreshment. We both commented on the tiny new green leaves on so many trees all along our route.

When the steady crunching and crackling of gravel stops, the peace and quiet will paint a grin on your face.

Myles' bike is really tailored to his typically more urban routes, but it performed well. We discussed the possibility of slightly wider tires and a different chainring combination if he were to do routes like this everyday.

I'm going to say that he's grinning because he's having a great time, and not grimacing because he's almost at the top of a tough climb.

Looking down from the top of the ridge, the sun reflected off this pond. It glowed in stark contrast to the surrounding pasture and wooded background.

This guy was just lounging in the middle of the road, apparently soaking up the warm sunshine. He didn't seem to be more concerned about automobile traffic than we were. He stayed right here in this spot as we road on by.

One of the benefits of riding with a friend, is the ability to try out each other's stuff. We decided to switch bikes for a few minutes to compare rigs. Fortunately, we are close enough in size so that neither of us was too uncomfortable for the short test.

Myles seemed to enjoy those plush Hetre tires on my bike, and I admired his basket. If I did more urban routes with lot's of errand-running, I'd have one myself.

Finally, after a brisk headwind, it's coffee time, and Myles comes casually gliding into Slidell, Texas with class.

Myles (behind the bike) was searching for a place that provided some protection from the wind. He wisely suggested a spot behind the Christmas tree still standing in the center of this gazebo. I failed to get a photo of the tree, but Myles included it in his post. I was also too busy fussing with refreshments to be bothered with photo documentation, but I assure you it was a classic Pondero-style micro-tour with homemade scones and fresh brewed coffee.

After our stop in Slidell, which was at the western limits of our loop, it was only a short while before we turned back east and enjoyed an amazing tailwind. There were some interesting old abandoned houses out there like the one above. We really should have stopped more frequently in this stretch, but I think we were both enjoying that intoxicating tailwind induced momentum.

Stopping here was easy. I'm no expert, but do enjoy the simplicity and all-business look of old tractors. A couple of guys were doing some fence welding, and had towed their gear on a trailer with this tractor. We chatted with them a couple of minutes, and I think they said this International Harvester is a 1947 model.

Myles and I rode and chatted. We talked about all kinds of bicycle pursuits. We covered camping, racing, touring, randonneuring, and mountain biking. It's all good, but an outing like this is about as good as it gets for me.

Thanks for a great day on the bike, Myles. I'm already looking forward to next time.

Tender New Green

2011-03-25T21:20:00.006-06:00

A few minutes along the 3-mile loop, as a preview of those tender new green leaves that will be coming one day soon to my latitude-challenged friends.

Luggage at the Lake

2011-03-17T18:22:00.007-06:00

took a vacation day

got out for a couple of hours

ambled east to the lake

avoided a fierce south wind

didn't need the honkin' saddlebag

(which I really like)

but there's bound to be another S24O

or micro-tour coming

before the heat arrives

so there it is

Daylight What?

2011-03-13T16:50:00.005-06:00

Daylight Savings Time kicked in last night. That means it was DARKER when I rolled out this morning.

So for those of us who enjoy the early morning, Daylight Savings Time...well...isn't.

Michael Micro-Tour Redo

2011-03-12T08:37:00.020-06:00

golden grasses on the return

We had such a grand time back in early January, Michael and I decided to do it again. For some of us, a remote breakfast at sunrise is a perfect excuse for a micro-tour.

orange horizon after a black sky start

For the racer, it is about crossing the finish line in front.

with clear skies, it brightened quickly

For the randonneur, it is about traveling long distances with time constraints.

destination hilltop at upper left

For the tourist, it is about traveling self-sufficiently, usually for multiple days.

Michael brought apple spice muffins, I brought coffee

For the S24O aficionado, it is about overnight camping.

more golden grasses

All of the ways to enjoy the bicycle have their attraction, but the micro-tour is perhaps the easiest, most luxurious, outing of them all.

self portrait, almost home

Even with limited time, fitness, and gear, one can enjoy...

...riding the bike without experiencing exhaustion...

...the outdoors without over-exposure...

...the pleasures of culinary treats without carrying a huge load...

...and the mental refreshment of meditation, when it is needed most, with minimal preparation.

apparently our peach trees survived the winter

And when you return to real life, you just might find that it looks a little more attractive than it did when you left.

Rush Hour 3-11-2011

2011-03-11T12:50:00.005-06:00

Tough week.

Needed just a few minutes to get myself together before work today.

NAHBS - Wrap-Up Ponderings

2011-03-05T10:23:00.000-06:00

I was fascinated. Here, in one location, was a convergence of thousands of bicycle enthusiasts. In fact, since it was the North American Handmade Bicycle Show, and since I was a witness to it all, I'll go ahead and say that this was a convergence of bicycle fanatics. As one observer, I must say the whole living organism of it all fascinated me immensely. What are we to make of it? What did we gain, and did we learn anything?

I suppose we all answer that individually. We all have our own separate motivations for being there. Whether business, craft, consumer, art appreciation, social benefits, or journalism, we all have our own measures of satisfaction from the event. We all have our own "take-aways". I was pathetically all over the place. Really. It was sensory overload in more ways than one. As the following paragraphs will show, I had several seemingly unrelated observations. The only thin thread that sewed them all together was this thing we call the bicycle.

I had a brief vision of what a bicycle-based transportation society might look like. On Saturday morning, just a few minutes before the doors opened, folks on bicycles came from all directions. Early on most Saturdays, this corner of downtown Austin is relatively quiet. But like an army of bees returning to the hive, all kinds of folks on all kinds of bicycles came swarming. The ratio of bikes to automobiles was completely reversed. It was quieter, more friendly and conversational, and a beautiful image. I had a living example of "what could be" laid out before me, and it was too bad that car people couldn't be there to experience it.

It was interesting to see the selection of components for bikes within my genre of interest. I didn't see much that was completely new to me, but I was sometimes surprised by the use of items that fall outside my own (insightful or mistaken) sense of optimum. For example, there were more internally geared hubs and belt drive systems than I expected. For my own applications, I've not seen a need to move in that direction, but there must be advantages for some. And just like those clever advertisers desire, I wondered if there was some real advantage that I was missing. Another example of product pondering focused on the Velo Orange Grand Cru 50.4bcd Crankset. I saw this lovely piece of hardware used on several bikes, and I thought to myself, "HooBoy, that would look handsome on my A. Homer Hilsen!" But would it really be better (or even equal) functionally to my current crankset? I don't know...which brings me to my next observation.

The excess was a little embarrassing. That said, I'll confess right now that "excess" is subject to debate, and some will opine that my wonderful A. Homer Hilsen is an example of excess all by itself. I offer no defense. Even so, I submit that more than a few of us thought to ourselves that some of the frames, components, and personal accessories were beyond the sustainable sensitivities that so many bicycle aficionados proclaim. Instead, they were in effect more aligned with a consumption model. I found myself thinking about replacing things that worked well with things that promise to be incrementally better (often at a substantially higher cost). So I myself am certainly not above the fray.

So I wandered the aisles and wanted. I wanted bicycle paraphernalia. I wanted a new frame. I wanted the fun of working with a craftsman to create something special. I wanted new bags, components, and clothing. I felt like buying some of these things would help create that bicycle society I sometimes imagine. I felt like buying these things would somehow change my life and give me more youth, strength, and time to ride. I almost pulled out the credit card on numerous occasions, and I don't know how I resisted. Maybe with age comes a better understanding of how blessed I already am.

So I left the show early on Saturday, straddled my factory-produced, TIG-welded, steel, fixed-wheel bicycle, and headed north on the Shoal Creek Trail. It was time to ride...

Ever Ready

2011-03-04T07:25:00.004-06:00

I keep at least one of my bicycles inside the house. It is usually in the living room, leaning against the back of the couch. The couch is covered with a sheet to facilitate easier cleaning. The furry rascals sometimes join us for movie night, and maybe the bicycle isn't always perfectly clean while leaning. Like those furry rascals, the bicycle isn't terribly concerned with personal hygiene. It is more interested in adventure.

The bicycle leans there aimed at the front door. In the early morning, the sun shines through the window in the door and gives it an attractive glow. It is a constant visual reminder of adventure potential. It persistently, stoically, and quietly stares at the door, and waits. Without movement or sound, it simply glows and invites me outdoors.

For now, I must be about the day's work. But the bicycle is absolutely ever ready. It pleases me to have it close by, and always calling me to more refreshing moments, away from suffocating urgencies, to the open road and wondering what lies over the ridge.

NAHBS - Who Impressed Me

2011-02-27T20:19:00.018-06:00

The whole idea of a post about "who impressed me" at the NAHBS is a bit of a farce. There is so much sensory overload, so many things to impress, that this post is sadly inadequate...and frankly...indefensible. So here are a few qualifiers...

1. The folks who made this list were those I didn't know much about before going to the show. I might have heard of them, but didn't know of them like I do Richard Sachs, who was at the first NAHBS, and has such a long, celebrated reputation, that even I know about him.

2. The folks who made this list were not necessarily those with the most amazing craftsmanship. There are some very impressive "art bikes" that evidently have hours upon hours of work in them. These are included because they have MY optimal blend of art/craftsmanship/function. As you will see, even MY optimal blend moves around a bit.

3. I tended to not spend much time around carbon fiber bikes or mountain bikes. I'll admit that the folks over at Black Sheep Bikes had some pretty impressive machines, but I just couldn't picture myself with one. Again, plenty of excellent examples in these categories. Just not what I kept going back to a third or fourth time to admire.

4. Finally, these were the ones for which I tended to have more decent photos. Some of the other impressive stuff I might have only been able to get one (or zero) decent snap. So they were left out for practical reasons.

So with all that for introduction, let's take a look at a few impressive machines.

NAKED BICYCLES AND DESIGN

These guys push my limits of "art bike", but they touched an aesthetic nerve in me somewhere, so they made the list.

They're simple, clean, but appear to be reasonably functional.

I might not use one of these to run errands, and pick up groceries, but I might enjoy it as a Sunday afternoon urban cruiser.

BISHOP BIKES

I was not familiar with Bishop Bikes. Chris Bishop appears to be a young guy, but his frames appear to be very nicely made, have excellent paint, and a delightful selection of components.

This particular bike, had many cool details, like this tiny "wire" cable holder which I believe is custom. The front rack is also custom. The brazing and finish work were beautiful.

I'm not a brifter or white tape guy, but the two-tone grey paint spoke to me.

DINUCCI CYCLES

This guy had several amazingly clean bikes. I don't know how practical leather brake hoods are, but the craftsmanship was impressive.

This bike might appear a little boring in the photo, but its simplicity was startling. The headlight and tailight, painted fenders, and color combination made it appear as the perfect retro urban bike.

Unless his complimentary brother here is the perfect retro urban bike. Notice the amazingly clean cable routing through the seat tube. I don't know if it works well, but it looked awesome.

DiNucci's lug thinning was so beautiful, I spent a lot of time admiring these two machines. He just has a way of bringing the retro look to his work that I found delightful.

ELLIS CYCLES

Doug, of MnBicycleCommuter fame and proud Ellis owner, offered strong encouragement to visit Dave Wages of Ellis Cycles. I had heard that Dave did great work, and that he was the "Best in Show" winner last year, so I was eager to drop by his booth.

And what I found was doubly impressive. Dave was a fantastically nice guy (just as Doug had said), and every frame he had in the booth was jaw-dropping gorgeous. The black and red bike above seemed like the perfect blend of beauty and function. It had every detail just right to be an ideal long distance machine. As I type this, I see this bike won this year's Best Road Bike Award. But since it was just my size, I give it the prestigious Pondero's 2011 Best in Show Award.

I've got a few more philosophical observations and ponderings that didn't quite fit here. So I'll probably throw up one more NAHBS post soon to wrap things up.

NAHBS - Correction and Update

2011-02-27T08:30:00.004-06:00

I've got more photos from NAHBS from Saturday, but need make a correction from my last post where I described Jeremy Shlachter's Gallus Cycles cool rando bike as being "fixed, no brakes". I was mistaken. I didn't see the coaster brake lever tucked discretely behind the opposite chainstay. Now I'm pretty sure that he used the Sturmey Archer S2C hub. I really liked that bike with its dual headlights, handmade rack, and wooden fenders.

I also wanted to get back to Steve, who asked for details on the Pashley Clubman.

This bike was built using the Sturmey Archer S3X hub which is a 3-speed fixed wheel hub. Since I'm a bit of a fixed wheel fan, that hub attracts.

Steve asked about the shifter, and the apparent absence of a "travel agent" to help with cable travel issues. I believe this matter is addressed in this case because a SA brand bar end shifter was used. This is an elegant arrangement, and now I'm even more intrigued by the S3X hub.

More photos from my Saturday visit forthcoming.

NAHBS - Friday

2011-02-25T20:18:00.013-06:00

My VO Polyvalent among many practical steeds

The weather in Austin on Friday was perfect. Some of the afternoon was spent indoors appreciating the fine art of bicycle building, and some of the afternoon was spent appreciating the function of the bicycle. When one attends a show intended to focus attention on details, and when one spends a few hours admiring thousands of those amazing details, one can be overwhelmed.

I took a lot more photos than this, but I don't even have the time to describe these few adequately. There were a lot more cool bikes that I didn't spend much time with, or photograph. So, as I said in my previous post, let's just say these are a few things that caught my interest and attention.

Brakeless, fixed gear, rando bike

I think easy travel was the motivation for this design

ANT had several clever designs present

I'm a sucker for retro

Richard Sachs cyclocross bikes, complete with mud

Lovely wooden fenders

Do I need these? No, but I want them anyway

Comfortable, functional, light

No BCD problems here, flexible design

My favorite Ellis bike, 23.4 pounds with racks, fenders, and lights

Bilenky beauty

Chainguard closeup

If I still used foot restraints...

Bishop beauty (matches Bilenky mixte)

There were all kinds

As one guy said, there's another show outside

February sunshine, warm in Texas

Austin skyline across Lady Bird Lake

Nice day, looking forward to Saturday...

NAHBS Send Off

2011-02-23T18:14:00.015-06:00

I'll be heading from my little house out here on the prairie down to Austin, Texas for the 2011 version of the North American Handmade Bicycle Show. The plan is to drive down Friday morning, spend Friday afternoon and Saturday morning at the show, and return sometime on Saturday afternoon. I'll probably bring one of my bikes and try to ride around town a little sometime during my stay. My plan also is to post some photos here of a few things that catch my interest.

I've read a few blog posts from some of you folks saying that you'd be there. Although we might not have met in person, maybe we've exchanged a few blog comments or email messages. It would be great to put a more complete personality and a face with your blog presence. Unfortunately, I might not immediately recognize you. I probably know your bicycle better than I know you, especially in street clothes. So to help minimize missed opportunities, I've devised a scheme, and it is quite simple.

The appropriate thing to say when you see my hat walking around is, "Howdy, Pondero!"

Safe travels, ya'll.

Horse County Loop

2011-02-20T18:07:00.030-06:00

I'm calling this new route the Horse Country Loop, and I'm pleased that I had enough time on Saturday to get out and explore it. Because, with a little advance planning, a new route means new gravel.

I left early and headed southeast to Aubrey, Texas. The forecast called for a stiff wind from the southeast, and I wanted to stretch the mileage a bit. Since winter has eroded my fitness significantly, I knew I'd need a little help on the return.

The first refreshment stop was at the FM 428 Greenbelt Trail access. I parked ol' Homer by a picnic table and unpacked the goodies.

But the wind had picked up considerably, so I found a spot to enjoy my coffee in peace. As I sat there, I pondered how I preferred 5% climbs with a tailwind over descents with a headwind, and I pondered the crazy whitecaps I saw on stock ponds. Unfortunately it wasn't time to turn around just yet. I had more wind to face.

There were a few more new gravel roads to explore.

After a cloudy, grey start, the sun finally appeared, and it was tailwind time!

Since I was enjoying the tailwind and scenery so much, I didn't stop often for horse farm photos, but I will testify that there has been some serious money spent on the horse business in the vicinity of Aubrey, Texas.

I began to lose my energy as I returned to more familiar roads. When I came over a ridge, and finally had Sanger in sight, I spotted a pleasant little hillside for rest stop number two. How pleasant it is to sit back and enjoy warm 75 degree sunshine, refuel, and refresh.

I had just enough in me to finish the route and add the Horse Country Loop to my quiver of excellent north Texas country routes.

Had to Wear Shades

2011-02-12T15:46:00.009-06:00

After a couple brutal (for Texas) cold blasts, the weather returned to something resembling normal...where normal means the occasional February day high temperature in the 60s. It was about 65 when I got away this afternoon, and it had that "school's out for summer" feeling.

The sky was deep blue. Layers of wool, which had been constantly within reach, were left laying around the house. Birds were singing, and my wife's furry rascals were out in the yard napping in the sun. It was such a contrast to the last couple of weeks, I was startled with memories of the smell of freshly cut grass, and I wondered when it would be time for pitchers and catchers to report.

And my exposed skinny legs were so winter white, I had to wear shades.

Big Thaw Watching

2011-02-05T16:23:00.010-06:00

By the time I ventured out, the Great Storm of February '11 Thaw was well underway. Mostly the roads were as clear as the skies, the wind was slight, and the temperatures had climbed back in the happy zone.

Still, there remained a few patches of ice and slushy spots. Even with the quite helpful fixed wheel and fenders, I felt like a winter cycling amateur at times.

But overall it was simply a delight to be back outdoors and enjoying the countryside. Under certain circumstances, that fluffy white stuff can be pleasing to the eye.

Hopefully weird winter is behind us now, and we can get back to something more typical for Texas.

Two Hundred Feet

2011-02-01T16:41:00.003-06:00

-2(F) windchill

We don't really do much snow here in north Texas, but we're pretty good at having a few ice storms every winter. Like last night.

Unlike the more common rain followed by a 25-30 degree freeze, something horrible leaked across the Red River into our fair state from somewhere way up north. Something painful. It's been about 16-18 degrees all day. All the streets are a sheet of ice, and the wind has been blowing at 25-50 mph.

I did ride the bike today. I went two hundred feet out to my mailbox, and back. That was enough.

You guys up north...you who let winter out of your yard...please come down here, get your winter, and take it back home. And keep it on a better leash from now on.

Forester Road

2011-01-30T10:19:00.018-06:00

I must come clean. Forester Road has gone neglected. In my wonderings and ramblings across the north Texas prairie, I've somehow missed the Forester Road vicinity. I understand that you expect me to keep up with things around here. So this morning's reconn was an attempt at catching up.

It's not a long road. But it has that delightful mix of hilltop open prairie with shade tree creek bottom. So I can have a nice variety within a short ride from the house. Why have I been away so long?

Open Space

Rolling Terrain

Golden Winter Grasses

Hot Brown Refreshment

Lazy Streams

Country Bike

I don't know if Rivendell's Grant Petersen has ever been to rural north Texas, but sometimes it seems like he was personally thinking of me when he created the A. Homer Hilsen. The perfect Forester Road reconn machine.

Well, it seems that everything is in order along Forester Road. I hope you feel better now. I know I do.