tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post1241048954246712393..comments2023-09-08T06:31:18.925-05:00Comments on Belgium Knee Warmers™: Sine Qua NonRadio Freddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419506761098758178noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-26838186680647970702008-07-07T10:47:00.000-05:002008-07-07T10:47:00.000-05:00Padraig, BG dubs nailed it with "it's in the blood...Padraig, BG dubs nailed it with "it's in the blood."<BR/><BR/>The cycling virus may go dormant from several days up to several decades, but once a patient is infected he will never be free and clear. The virus can - and will - return with a vengeance, eventually. Generally stronger with each relapse. You can never be cured. And there is no innoculation.<BR/><BR/>Understanding this makes the brief respites - both voluntary, and involuntary - more tolerable.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-22070954858964333802008-07-06T19:12:00.000-05:002008-07-06T19:12:00.000-05:00Interesting post. I can easily see how some move ...Interesting post. I can easily see how some move away from the sport, we do it with so many things in our lives. I resonate with the thoughts of how cycling is the thread that keeps life together. Like you have suggested I can speak first hand on how cycling has taught me that I can do more than I thought I could, especially if I keep going. Someday will be my last ride, I hope that I am only at the begining of my time on the bike.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-44026981078966402282008-07-06T17:56:00.000-05:002008-07-06T17:56:00.000-05:00wool jerseys with helmets? well, okay.wool jerseys with helmets? well, okay.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-49293190336861050562008-07-06T15:52:00.000-05:002008-07-06T15:52:00.000-05:00Colnago exploded diagram<A HREF="http://lagunacycleryshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/ronscrashed-colnago.html" REL="nofollow">Colnago exploded diagram</A>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-1317127354712585532008-07-06T06:04:00.000-05:002008-07-06T06:04:00.000-05:00I've started in cycling when I was 12 and at the a...I've started in cycling when I was 12 and at the age of 30, having just finished the first race of a new season, while sitting in car changing, I've decided it was time to go. Living off the prize money and some bonuses from sponsors wasn't exactly fun, not anymore.<BR/><BR/>That was the last day I was on a road bike until few months ago, after 12 years, I got back just to get fit a little. Next thing I know I'm racing again (in Masters of course) and just won my 1st race.<BR/><BR/>Cycling is a drug :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-71435012058045573302008-07-05T19:53:00.000-05:002008-07-05T19:53:00.000-05:00Your point of your post is why I the pros that don...Your point of your post is why I the pros that don't use Watt meters or heart-rate monitors, nor tries to rack up a certain umber of miles or hours, but rather trains by feel. Not many of them around these days, but one is a good one-day classics guy and former World Champ from Spain named Oscar.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-16638068042156765262008-07-05T17:38:00.000-05:002008-07-05T17:38:00.000-05:0020 years of racing on two continents, not getting ...20 years of racing on two continents, not getting paid when promised, broken bones, broken relationships, 10 years of coaching juniors and finally, after time away I learn how much I love simply riding a bike.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-28046747100397948382008-07-04T15:09:00.000-05:002008-07-04T15:09:00.000-05:00...post script: if that's not peter johnson wearin......post script: if that's not <B>peter johnson</B> wearing the <B>bianchi</B> jersey, in that foto, i'll be a surprised man...<BR/><BR/>...just got the look...bikesgonewildhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01489983012589939600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-69323858058681513522008-07-04T13:37:00.000-05:002008-07-04T13:37:00.000-05:00...july 4th, 6 years ago, i lay in an emergency ro......july 4th, 6 years ago, i lay in an emergency room, dazed, light headed, shaken, literally unsure of my own identity or where in this world i was...<BR/><BR/>...i had collapsed, unconscious, while out on an easy ride...the fact that it happened w/ in yards of a para-med station speaks of an angel in my jersey pocket as it was later determined that i had a genetic heart problem requiring surgery...<BR/><BR/>...i remember thinking as i lay on the gurney <I>"if i feel this bad & i'm in a place like this, then perhaps i'm going to die & i guess that's ok because i don't know who i am anyway"</I>...<BR/><BR/>...in my abstract displacement, i felt people moving my feet around & i overheard something like <I>"well, just cut the buckles"</I>...a little light dawned in me...<I>"ya, ya, i think i'm a cyclist & they must be talking about my shoes (older <B>SIDI actions</B> w/ three buckles) & they can't figure 'em out so they're gonna cut them off my feet...no, noooo!!!"</I>...<BR/><BR/>...that little adrenaline rush, that dose of <B>'sine qua non'</B> reality was the start of me putting the puzzle pieces back together...<BR/><BR/>...like another angel in my pocket, an old cycling buddy (thank you, <B>ross p.</B>...like forever) was working in the ER on a patient next to me...a para-med must have id'd me & suddenly a voice behind a curtain said <I>"i know that name"</I> & i thought <I>"i know that voice, & he's a cyclist & <B>i AM a cyclist </B></I>...& in a slow flood of emotions, the memory of who i was came back to me...<BR/><BR/>...a true & for me, emotional story, padraig & i guess for some of us, it's not only <B>"sine qua non"</B> but <B>'it's in the blood'</B>...i've identified strongly w/ cycling since i was a kid & when i needed it, it pulled me back from a dark abyss...bikesgonewildhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01489983012589939600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-86566674413963578152008-07-04T11:36:00.000-05:002008-07-04T11:36:00.000-05:00Thanks for the post- I hope that your friend has r...Thanks for the post- I hope that your friend has recovered well.<BR/><BR/>I too have had a number of bad accidents this year- left collarbone broken in January, right collarbone broken two places and a concussion in April...<BR/><BR/>But the whole time I couldn't think of anything but getting back up into the saddle. <BR/><BR/>And I think I love it more now, every inch I put in is special.Cholehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15753412349017043609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-66793172829362655272008-07-04T10:44:00.000-05:002008-07-04T10:44:00.000-05:00Fantastic stuff as always, Padraig.Weird that you ...Fantastic stuff as always, Padraig.<BR/><BR/>Weird that you would mention fly fishing. I've managed to maintain a devotion to both fly fishing and cycling for the past few years, without unfair partiality to either. I hope it stays that way. Maybe soon I'll bike the hundred miles up to the Flatbrook River with a fly rod on my back and jersey pockets full of flies. The extra weight would be a workout, eh?<BR/><BR/>There's something about cycling that I can't get away from. It just brings me so much peace and satisfaction, I don't know how I could live without it. I don't care so much about watts. If I ride hard, I do it for more than the sake of numbers. What's better than riding alone for miles alongside a river on a warm afternoon, or seeing the sunrise over acres of farmland with a few cherished friends? Cycling is my Zen center, a zone of pure contentment. Those who don't know better say that 70 some miles of hard riding and hills is insane; I say that that's the only thing keeping me sane from day to day.Garnethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06425525095755785271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-90978164657946563542008-07-04T09:12:00.000-05:002008-07-04T09:12:00.000-05:00As someone who raced from age 15 to 23 and then wa...As someone who raced from age 15 to 23 and then walked away totally for almost 15 years, only to rediscover my love for cycling again, I can see both sides of this argument. My departure from the rigors of training and racing (classic burn-out)was a welcome relief,and the amount of time in-between felt "just right." I'll never race again, but have certainly re-discovered my passion for fast group riders.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-88695903414097581812008-07-04T07:24:00.000-05:002008-07-04T07:24:00.000-05:00This is supposed to be an off day to recover from ...This is supposed to be an off day to recover from some recent hard training. Now I must go out this morning. Thanks BKW, training plan be damned!LPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07840122850934309959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-23739630438599041532008-07-04T05:50:00.000-05:002008-07-04T05:50:00.000-05:00great stuff. I'm reading this at 5:48 AM Texas ti...great stuff. I'm reading this at 5:48 AM Texas time as I prepare to leave pre-dwan to "ride to the ride" on what for the rest of the world is a day off. I feel like I am robbing those who are still in bed of one of the most beautiful things in the world, riding silently through the streets in the dark until I meet with a coupe of friends, whispering in their driveway before we head out into the sunrise.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-37616802960681980812008-07-04T02:42:00.000-05:002008-07-04T02:42:00.000-05:00Say someone rides just for the numbers. Every rid...Say someone rides just for the numbers. Every ride is a training ride. They don't think "where should I ride today," but "how many watts do I ride at today." Every day, every ride, looking at the numbers and not the road. That would get old quick, especially if it didn't yield any results. I could see it happening to someone like that. <BR/><BR/>If you're not a PRO, you gotta have fun with it. Otherwise, what's the point? That is why some walk away, in my opinion.erikvhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12531134782159212943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-27595331619738746222008-07-04T02:01:00.000-05:002008-07-04T02:01:00.000-05:00good post. breath and depth at BKW.craotogood post. breath and depth at BKW.<BR/><BR/>craotobyronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17326161477944229496noreply@blogger.com