Archive for July, 2008

Team Sidekick

Posted in Pedal with tags , , on July 30, 2008 by Pip

I have tried to write a blog about 24 Hours of Booty several times..I have to much in my head to put into words.

Riding 275 miles on my fixie: at the beginning of the ride Jen, Jamie and I decided on 10 laps then we will take a break.  I was riding my Fuji, Jen was riding a SS Gios and Jamie was riding Jen’s other Gios.  By the 4th lap my saddle was already hurting..” Awesome…” I didn’t say anything- I didn’t want to be the light weight right off the bat..But, I caved…I announced “my crotch is killing me” ( I have never claimed to be ladylike when it comes to my bike) and then there was agreement across the board..we all were feeling no love from our saddles.  There is only so many ways to describe what your pain feels like..But, I am pretty sure we covered them all.

During the ride people mentioned that they read the news paper article and they thought it was pretty cool I was going to ride for 24 hours..Wait that is not what I meant..I meant I could deal with the laps, saddle and fixie for 24 hours..a girl needs a break.  But, as more people mentioned it I felt like a fibber if I didn’t do it.

I was separated from Jen and Jamie during the night and I ended up riding with all sorts of folks.  We all pedaled and told our stories as to why we are riding and the whole crotch/saddle discussion.  I rode with Weaver and we chatted about Vegan dishes and family. I sat in with Michael Gibbons (Buttons of Hope) and he said it was cool I was doing this for my Dad..with each passing chat my Dad was mentioned…with each passing chat I felt like he was riding next to me.

With each passing chat my crotch…for the love of God my crotch..frozen peas would be killer..a saddle of frozen peas.But there were no such saddles.  As the night went on my legs grew heavy. I am talking lead heavy..I am talking if heard another person change gears or coast I would scream ( well, not out internal scream..kinda like when a person is talking repeating the same point over and over scream).  As the sun began to rise and I ate a billion bagels and 10 loaves of bread-I met back up with Jen.  As we rode I could feel a knot in my throat and then the waterworks started.  There is something to be said about no sleep ad riding with a group of people who understand why you are crying (not the saddle..)I missed my Dad. As I thought about my Dad it made me think of Monks (my son).  Monks is so much like my Dad..Monks was born after my Dad died.  But, he told me.” I met Pop when I was in heaven”..(talk about a tear jerker).  After a few more laps I heard,”Mummy” Monk’s Dad (his weekend) brought him by..I was no longer tired and ready to rock out the rest.  I would be lying if I said I was all out at the end..each pedal stroke felt like I was going through peanut butter( not Jiff..the all natural kind with the oil on the top).  When I decided I could not ride another lap…I said my good byes and headed home.

I did not ride 24 hours..I rode 20 hrs and 275 year..300.

Jenn was my partner in crime,tears,laughs and yes, crotch pain-without her I would not have made it..We are each others riding sidekicks…next year Team Sidekick will need different saddles and new duct tape skirts.

Thanks to everyone who donated and those who cheered me on..



20 Hrs, 275 Mile, and a sore bum

Posted in Pedal with tags , on July 28, 2008 by Pip

I swear I will give a full write up on 24 Hours of Booty tomorrow.  I rode my fixed gear 20 hours and 275 miles. I have to be honest, I am a little bummed I didn’t do the full 24/300miles..Next year I plan to rock it.  I did not take a single photo…if anyone has pix, send them my way.  I had a blast, met amazing people, laughed and cried in 24 hours:)



before I head out

Posted in Pedal on July 25, 2008 by Pip

In advance, I want to thank everyone who has donated to 24 Hours of Booty.  I am attempting to get my stuff together.  Basically I am working out how to drive with my hair..all the usual things a rider should think check,helmet check, hair…damn!

For those of you who don’t know what I am riding in check out

Cyclists get their bike on for Booty

I fill the rest in tomorrow night..



Night before

Posted in Pedal on July 25, 2008 by Pip

Trying to get to bed early..I feel like it is Christmas and I am waiting for Santa. I am not sure how or why I am excited to ride for 24 hours..but, I am. There is something about people working towards the same thing..It kinda brings out the greater good in folks. I started getting my bike gear together..I looked at my Vanilla and I was stoked to ride her for the event..As I checked out the frame I felt like the luckiest kid in the world. Then fear set in..what if there is an out of control rider and they take me out. What if I take a random biff..what if I wreck where I wrecked last week. I pushed my fears to the side and decided what the hell..I am riding it. Then I realized- NO BRAKE..No freakin’ brake…I need a brake…I am not drilling a hole for a brake. So the Vanilla will have to wait..I am riding Ol’ Red..My first fixie and year three of Booty…Now I gotta find pedals, Steve is wrapping my bars and then I gotta find my tent..forget that I’ll nap in my car..Hmmm..There has been talk over if I should ride or not-The family says “NO” (due to wreck last week and concussion)..I say “YES” if I feel rotten I’ll stop…300 miles might be a bit much this year ( but I will push for it)…random babble I am going to bed ( or play Monster Jam on Wii )




Posted in Pedal with tags , on July 18, 2008 by Pip

I went on an early ride…within 10 min a car ( who was speeding) pushed me off the road…I ended up wrecking..I hit a tree, split my helmet and was on the ground hoping someone would find me (like most friendly drivers..the car didn’t stop.  I heard several cars one bllnkeys were on…finally a guy stopped called an ambulance..I spent 7 hours in the hospital…I have a concussion, some scratches and a big ankle..they thought I cracked my neck…but, thanks to yoga I was relaxed when I ate it.

I am feeling a little blah….but the following was uttered as I was put in the ambulance…”Is my bike OK, we can’t leave it”, “Is it normal not to know what year it is”, and “Will I be able to ride in 24HOB”

The coolest thing of the day…My bike was put in the ambulance and then sat in my room at the hospital.



Smell test

Posted in Pedal with tags , , on July 17, 2008 by Pip

I don’t care what anyone says..we are all forced to (every now and then) do the clothing on floor smell test.  Then there is the “I forgot my kit..Hey, I left one in the car from yesterday.” 2 smell tests with 2 different standards.

1) Clothing on floor:

questions to ask..

Did I wear it where people smoke or eat crap fried food? If yes, attempt dryer..if it doesn’t work..take the “I don’t give a rats ass what people think” approach.

Does it have stains that I can play off or at least make a good story?

Is it really clean?  Was it on the “I swear I’ll fold and put away”section of my bed….which means I threw on the floor to get some sleep.

2) Kit in car:

questions to ask…

How long was my ride yesterday..did I remember deodorant? Did I sweat or just Glisten( it is what girls do in the south…you can tell I was not born here bc after a ride I look like I went swimming)?

Did I take Shots and food out of pockets (Do I really care..if I did not)

How hot was it in the car ( the resting place for a still wet kit to roast in…mmmmmmm)?

Am I riding alone or is it with the usual group…usual group and self-who cares everyone gross by the end.  Riding with people you don’t know-hang in the back, fabreeze, drive with windows down or rub packs of gum on your jersey.

The final smell test that needs to be a little precise..smelling your water bottle before a ride..nuthin’ worse than dying for water and drinking mildew/protein water..



The market is bad..but cancer is worse

Posted in Pedal on July 16, 2008 by Pip

Yeah, the title sounds pretty harsh.  Next week is 24 hours of Booty, I am kinda freaking out..The market had bombed and everyones budgets have kicked into high gear.  Last year I rocked on the donation front this year…did I mention the market???  I appreciate all those who have donated…I am amazed how those who I  know by photos and words are such an amazing support.  I realize money is tight..ditch Starbucks or OK magazine ( I am guilty..I gotta know what Britney Spears and Lance Armstrong are up to) and donate..( Monks gave me his “good boy money” and said it was for “Pop”).

OK enough of the donate…donate..donate section.

I have been attempting to get rides in( I have yet to get a fixie ride in…SA-WEET) so I am not on deaths door 12 hours in…I have been riding on the Booty Loop and yes the same 2.8 miles gets old pretty damn fast…The only times I can squeeze a ride in is 4:30 a.m.- many mornings I hit snooze..the third time of hitting snooze I usually jolt out of bed throw my kit on eat and I am out the door.  I set my gear up like a freakin’ fireman..I can get everything on in 2 steps.  I have to be honest…it is not my desire of hitting 300 miles ( what in the hell was I thinking..might be a repeat of 250); it is Maggie!

Every morning I hit my first lap and search for super bright blinkers, a hybridish road bike and a steady pace.  Each morning I yell good morning to Maggie.  For about 2 months I didn’t know her name..but we had an automatic friendship from a “Good Morning” and we are the only souls out there.  We ride on different loops but on a flat we see each other on opposite sides of the road. As we both pedal to the solo section I always want to know who she is and what is her story. It is pretty dark around that time of the morning..I could tell she was older but not her true age.  What Maggie doesn’t know- She is my motivation..I feel like I am not holding up my end of our routine if I sleep in.  I finally decided that I should suck it up and chat with her… Maggie is forever my idol.  She is what I love about riding.  She, is what I love about waking up at the crack of dawn.  She, is what I want to be when I am 80 years old…Maggie is an 80 year old woman who “was always a bridesmaid” as she put it..she didn’t have time for anything but her bike.  As we ride side by side I want hop of my bike and give her a big ass tell her- you are a total bad ass.  I figured she is 80 and that would not go over that well.  She then told me she used to race!  She told me stories of being one of the only women in the South to race and had to compete with men ( did I mention she is a bad ass).  I asked her how far she rides and she said every morning she puts in 20 miles (no more no less).  She told me how riding has been her constant..her anchor..even when she was hit by a car ( a few years ago downtown).  She asked me how far I ride and I told her I was doing 24 Hours of Booty..she then said,” well I have had cancer” (this woman is makes me feel like a slack ass) “and I figure I don’t need to ride in it- anyways I am impressed when I wake up in the morning”.  Before we turned off in different directions she said ” Don’t stop”…” Don’t stop riding and don’t let anyone tell you when to it on a bike or in life”…As Maggie kept riding I could fsee my legs going in circles but I couldn’t feel them…

When I teach yoga I am a big fan of reminding students ” everyone is your teacher”..It sounds hokey; but, if you think about it, it is true.  I am even talking about the jack-ass who cut you off in traffic.  You learned, switching lanes drinking coffee and talking on your phone is a dumb idea.  My students teach me where I am weak and where I am solid.

Maggie taught me that if you listen to strangers you can hear words from those we miss.  When she said “don’t stop” I felt like I was riding with my Dad and we were figuring out how to better a situation (or at least not bag out).  She also taught me that the boundaries others put around us are just that..they are their boundaries-not ours.

Next time you are riding maybe you should say hello to the guy you always see…who knows who or what they are.

Did I mention to donate???



( I am too lazy to proof read so enjoy the typos)