FLASH-POINT BLOG ARCHIVE: Apr 2008

My Ironman is in 9 weeks, and the training rides have been getting longer. This weekend we did 90 miles. We started at Zuma Beach in Malibu and rode up the coast to Ventura. It was chilly when we started, in the low 50s, but I lived in L.A. long enough to know how the ocean works: it's cold in the morning, then the cloud layer burns off and it warms up very quickly. So I dressed for the warm late-morning weather. Only the cloud layer never burned off and the warm weather never came. It was a cold ride.

I did a pretty good job keeping up with the lead group for the 45-mile outbound trip, but I admit they smoked me on the way back. In my defense, the three of them are doing an Ironman one month before I am, so they are coming up on the peak of their training while I'm a few weeks behind. (It's a lame excuse, but I'll use it anyway.)

We had some difficult and odd sections along the ride. We rode through - of all things - celery fields. There are two problems with this; first, having a large open space close to the beach means the ocean "breezes" turned into hurricane winds. It made for some very difficult riding. The second problem, frankly, is that it stunk. Celery might smell nice when it's one or two stalks in a stew, but when you have to ride through a couple hundred acres of the stuff it becomes overwhelming.

As with many rides, the last few miles were the most difficult. To understand why, I need to explain the layout of Zuma Beach: The parking lot is about 1.5 miles long, running right along the Pacific Coast Highway, with the only entrance on the south end. We meet at the far north end of the parking lot. So our rides begin be heading 1.5 miles south through the parking lot, then turning around and heading north up PCH. And of course, we do the reverse on the way home. After 87 miles, it is frustrating riding within 100 feet of your car and knowing you still have a couple miles to go, but that's just the way of it.

I was riding pretty fast down PCH and mistakenly thought I was getting my second wind. But no, I soon discovered I was being whisked along by a strong tailwind. Which immediately became an insurmountable headwind when I made the 180 degree turn into the parking lot. These were the strongest winds I've ever ridden in, and they were even blasting sand into my face and legs. I'm sure I looked ridiculous tucked into my high-speed aero position while struggling to hit 10mph.

There's a certain sense of accomplishment when you reach the top of a steep hill that you just don't get fighting the wind. I'll take hill-climbing over winds any day. My Ironman race is in Idaho which has some rolling hills and I THINK has a reputation for being mostly wind-free. As long as there isn't any celery I should be OK.

I had a blast last weekend. I didn't take any pictures because the first day I forgot my camera and the second day I just wasn't in the habit of using the damn thing.

But, you can check out Greyhound's blog for some nice pictures of the scenery and me with the Greyhound crew. He's talented with his little camera; they turned out really well.

I need a new traveling camera - any suggestions? I HATE the delay most small digital cameras have, so I want one like my digital SLR, but tiny so that I can bike with it this summer...is that possible?)

The ride was pretty and very well organized, but really freaking hilly. I swear the entire ride from Houston to Austin is uphill. Really.

And the wind? Yeah, it doesn't even require any description or curse words because I used so many of them this weekend. 30mph winds IN YOUR FACE for 160 miles...and if they weren't in your face for like half a second? They were crosswinds and you had to hold onto the bike for dear life so that you didn't get swept into the 20,000 other riders around you. We rode 114 miles in this self-inflicted hell, which was my longest ride ever by a whole 2 miles. By the time we got off the bikes, the wind had worn me down to the point of deliriousness - but somehow, it was still fun. I ate a lot (see Greyhound's pics for proof) and then fell asleep in like .3 seconds on Saturday night (in the nicest hotel I've ever been in, by the way).

Sunday we rode the last 50 or so miles (and the winds were a little better, but still not calm, by any means) - it was the first time I've ever crossed a finish line on a bike; I kind of liked it. And after we finished, we ate and drank even more with Little Miss Runner Pants, Miss Greyhound and SuperPounce, and my Lafayette friends who now live in Austin were nice enough to stop by. (Note to the wise: you get drunk very quickly after riding 160 miles over 2 days; 2 beers was more than enough to make me stumble.) Then, we headed back to Houston so I could catch my plane...

And now I'm back in NJ, sunburned lips and tanlines intact. I'm going to have to figure out a new dress for my recital because the farmer's tan on my arms just isn't going to cut it with the previously planned sleeveless variety.

The only unfortunate results of the MS150.

This is a camera-phone picture taken on my walk to school. Seeing the red trailer reminded me of the PAC tour, and for a second I thought Lon or Susan would be right around the corner. I instantly wished I was \'On the Road\', riding my bike through the mountains, thinking about nothing besides my surroundings and keeping an eye out for those yellow cones that signaled the SAG wagon with the next chance for food. I never found out why this trailer was really in front of the church; I didn\'t want to know.

Riding a bike on a regular basis, I have been accustomed to mom nature’s wrath of wind, rain, lightning sleet, snow, frigid, as well as, sweltering temperatures. But today, good ole mom nature decided to throw a curve ball of a different sort. During our early morning ride, the guys decided to mix up the route a bit and try some different roads. On one of the country roads, I felt my bike really starting to vibrate. It felt like riding over very large rumble strips, only the pavement didn’t show any divots in the surface. I first thought I flatted, but thought since it was an old farm road, it must be the condition of the surface we were riding on. Normally I wouldn’t have thought much of the vibration, but for some reason, it just seemed odd. When we got back to our starting point, I had called my wife to let her know I was on my way home. She informed me that Indiana had experienced a 5.2 earthquake. Here in the Midwest, tornados are more common than earthquakes, so witnessing my first tremor, while at the same time riding a bike, is an experience I will never forget. One last note, The FP60's dampened the shocks from the quake extremely well.

Kevin Davis tried a demo set of FP60's and writes:

"I recently did a demo of the new Flashpoint 60's for the Desert Classic Duathlon in Scottsdale, AZ. They were amazing, I put in my fastest bike split yet and the wheel were great on the climbs and fast on the flats. It definitely proved that I needed to be on a set of these this year and will be purchasing them very soon (I think 80's though!). I'm only hoping that I might be able to get those sweet yellow graphics on them, as I had no less then 10 people stop me at the race and tell me how amazing my bike looked with this wheelset on them."

his story has been repeated many times over as riders experience these aero wheels.