Monday, May 31, 2010

Freewheeler Shout-Out

31 May 2010

My camera is bursting with pictures that go back a month or more. I keep telling myself to sit down and upload the things, but I just haven't. So, instead, here's the "Member Profile" I was asked to write for the June issue of the Freewheel.

It started when Smolenyak put my name forward because not enough XX chromosomes had been represented in the profiles. He suggested I thank him for everything I taught him. "Which is what?" I asked. He responded with a long list. I replied that, geez, perhaps he'd be better off profiling himself. To which he responded that the Board wanted a girl to write this time.

So far all the profiles have been pretty much cookie-cutter descriptions, the how-I-got-started story followed by the how-I-got-known finish. Well, I didn't figure I could write that way. And Smolenyak got me thinking. Sure, he taught me a bunch of stuff. But so did so many other people. So what follows is not so much a story about me, but about the Freewheelers in general.

A word about the photos first, though. The Board wanted pictures of my face. Nothing doing, of course, so I sent a couple that I thought would fit with the story. One is a photo I took near Red Rocks Canyon near Las Vegas in 2005. The other is one Tom took, of me, crashed out at the base of the High Point Monument.

OK. Here you go:

*****



Cheryl McDonald says, “You should come ride with us. Everyone’s friendly. It’s a social thing.”

“But all I have is an old bike. I’d have to get a new one. And all those fancy clothes and things.”

It takes four months for her to persuade me, but I finally show up at the 2000 Spring Fling in sweatpants and a t-shirt, lugging my 1983 Raleigh Grand Prix through I have no idea where. It’s on that ride that Terry Christie teaches me how to have a conversation on a bike: You start, get separated, and a few hours later, in line for food, you continue: “So, anyway…”

So, anyway, by June I have clip-in pedals and a pair of shorts. I know everyone in the Friday night C+ gang. I spend weekends behind Bob Barish and weekdays pondering maps of Mercer County. We go out to dinner. We have parties. I get my first biker’s tan and a real appreciation for the lay of the land. By August I have a full summer wardrobe and a working knowledge of the roads around Pennington. In October I go to a swap meet in Trexlertown and come home with Kermit.

Then there’s the inevitable speeding up, the “Don’t drop me don’t drop me don’t drop me” mantra as I blindly follow strangers’ wheels on the Macho Mile back to Cranbury. I’m a potato among string beans. Out in the flatlands, Larry Goldsmith, Ira Salteil, and Tom Hammell teach me how to be a B. I flirt with B+ for a nanosecond and find no joy in trading conversation and scenery for speed and even more intense panic about being dropped.

Matt Rawls says, “Pedal, pedal, pedal!”

Then there are the hills. Alan Kammerman shows me first. Potatoes don’t climb the way pixies can, and I’m surrounded by pixies. So I take matters into my own hands: I start leading. Matt says, “Laurie loves the hills! Laurie lives in the hills!” Protest I do, but he ends up being right.

It’s winter. There are three of us on a 23-degree day. The wind is blowing at 16 mph and gusting from there. After 8 miles we turn around. The next time I see him, Mark Schmitt says, “It’s Our Lady of Perpetual Headwinds!” I make it stick.

“Hill slugs!” Barb Clancey calls out as we start up a big one. I say, “I want that on a jersey.” It already is; Terry, Hilda Danek, Howie Slafer, and I each order one.

Chris Cook quizzes me on roads south of Bordentown, including the dirt ones, which he saves for when just the two of us are riding. It takes him two years to get me onto a bike with fat tires in the woods of Mercer County Park. The first day out, in the snow with Chris and John Powers, I come home with 22 bruises. I buy a rubber chicken keychain to hang on the back of my mountain bike as a warning to anyone behind me.

John Smolenyak introduces me to long-distance cycling. First it’s a rolling 70-miler, then my first century. I’m hooked. Preben Knapp and Ira pull me on my first Event century. Then there are Joes (McBride and Miller), Mike Moorman, Mike Berman, Frank Angelucci, Herb Cohen, and, later, Steve Klotz. In the pace line I’m the timekeeper.

Tom takes us on the scouting trips for his book. I take pictures with my cell phone. Then the blog happens. I buy a camera.

The maps on the walls get more and more pink as I highlight where I’ve been. I see the blank spaces and the roads with funny names, and I say, “We have to get there.”

Dustin Farnum is my hero: njbikemap.com is my bible.

The Hill Slugs are ad hoc these days, so check the blog, http://perpetualheadwinds.blogspot.com, to find out where we’re going next.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Birthday Cat

20 May 2010

Cleio turns 21 today.

Now of legal drinking age, she ponders what goes best with a bowl full of Renal LP.





"Whatever. It's better than that damned birthday hat."

Now I have to give the little guy some air time too, so here he is, about a month ago, hamming it up for the camera, as usual.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Hill Slug Ad Hoc, Saturday, 15 May

13 May 2010

Okay! I've got a new route, and it's a two-fer: Not only are we going to see Round Valley Reservoir (and swoop down the Best Hill Ever), but we're also taking our rest stop in Clinton at a coffee shop right on the Raritan River.

Along the way we'll be taking some roads I've never been on before. Whoops -- adventure! But fear not, fellow Hill Slugs. I will have maps and my trusty iPhone to guide us along.

The route is 56 miles. It'll be 30 to the rest stop, so to remedy that we're going to start at the Bagel B.O.P. in Hillsborough. There you can eat and pee before we head out. Here's a map:



From Route 206, turn west on Amwell Rod and go 0.47 miles. The strip mall is on the left. Bagel B.O.P. is toward the western end.

We'll push off at 8:30 a.m. Pace-pushers can go jump in the river.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Hill Slug Ad Hoc, Saturday, 15 May

We haven't been to Round Valley in a long time. Stay tuned for a starting location and time. I wanna play with some maps first.