Tuesday, March 17

Title Change

So I changed the title of this blog. It used to be "Jersey Guys: Adventures in Idiocy."

I felt like it was a bit harsh, and since of late my posts have been less about 'jersey guys' in general, and more concerning my own personal cycling adventures I decided I needed to make a change.

The new title reflects the idea that cyclists inhabit the edge, the fringe of what is considered the traveled surface. I was thinking this morning on my way in to work, as I was riding on the left edge of the bike lane to avoid huge potholes on the right edge of said bike lane, that my cycling is a great analogy to my life really. I've always stuck right along the edge, never sticking it out in the lane, but I have been creeping closer in the last year and now I am definitely on the edge of what would be considered the normal lane of traffic.

Cyclists do inhabit a region that is predominantly fringe-esque. Is the bike vehicle? The rider glorified pedestrian? I like to think that I am just another motorist, just that my motor requires less petroleum to power. So while this blog is titled "From the Pavement's Edge" my main blog will remain subtitled "Taking the Lane." I think if I haven't confused you yet, I should stop before I confuse myself.

One last note: the header photo is one I took of a cyclist riding up Mount Evans Road. I was on my way down.

Sunday, March 8

Jersey Parade

I started out at the beginning of the parade, but ended up at the end as all of the other participants passed me by.

I rode from Denver to Lookout Mountain in Golden and back this afternoon. I rode for 3 hrs and 22 minutes and covered 44.4 miles. The weather today was great, and it was a good ride, though I have felt stronger.

I did get passed going up Lookout Mountain by a lot of people, but then a lot of them stopped along the way too.

It felt good to ride up Lookout Mountain again. When we move to Golden I think I'll be doing it much more often.

OH! Before I forget (HOW COULD I FORGET?!): I passed a car on my bike. In fact, I passed two. The first one was a car going really slow, I had to ride my brakes through the switchbacks above Windy Saddle. The second was near the bottom of the climb, and I did it because I could, and not because they were going slow. I left that car pretty far behind too. I've wanted to pass a car on my bike for years now. I almost did it once riding in the Gorge, bu the guy got in the middle of the road to keep me from it.