Big D try's Dutch pulley as he rides his Bike in Amsterdam
Big D helps a Dutch couple using a traditional Dutch pulley system.
home built motorized bicycle
This started life as a 26" Huffy girls bike. The seat is stock but moved down about 12 inches to the new crossbar . The original seatpost now ...
A home built motorized bicycle
This started life as a 26" Huffy girls bike. The seat is stock but moved down about 12 inches to the new crossbar . The original seatpost now ...
that about sums it up
I don’t mean to be a sourpuss and normally I don’t care what the finisher medal looks like. I mean it is after all, just a finisher medal…it’s not like I podiumed. But, I wasn’t the only one a bit perplexed by the goods. This was my favorite question from a another flummoxed finisher who picked up his hanger just before me:
“Does it come with a jacket or something?”
At any rate, the hanger perfectly sums up my latest attempt at LOTOJA. Just about everything that could go wrong, did go wrong:
For the second start in a row I dropped a perfectly good train to go pee about 10 miles before Preston (you’d think I would have learned from the first time) For the second start in a row I blew myself up trying to catch back onto that train I mucked with my front derailleur the day before the race and wouldn’t you know it – I screwed it up royally trying to fix it. Rather than drive the extra 5 miles to Revolution I drove it down the hill to Canyon. I really like to buy my bikes from Canyon (they usually give me great deals), but I have yet to have one of their mechanics actually make my bike any better than it was before I brought it in. Consequently, I couldn’t shift down into my small ring on the way up Strawberry. Ugh. When the support wagon pulled up I asked if they had any lube (to quiet my uber squeaky pulleys). The nice old lady said “sure I’ll get you some”. She handed me a patch kit. “No, no - I said do you have any lube.” She came back and handed me ANOTHER patch kit – this one just had different packaging. I politely said thanks and went on my squeaky pulley way. I just can’t seem to figure out that blasted climb up Strawberry. Each year I feel like I am packing a gnu on my back up that thing. It may be the thrashing I give my legs trying to hook back on to trains before Preston, but I don’t...