TnGa StaGe One, The GrAvEL GrInD to MiLL CReeK RoaD

This had to have been the coldest September morning I had awoke too in a long time. My alarm had gone off at 3am, and the snooze button had been my friend. It was time to get my finely tuned kit put together for the adventure that was about to begin.

Out the corner of my eye I see a bouncing LED light, typical of what you would see on a helmet, and as the Light approached I recognized it to be no other than my good friend Rob Roberts.

I immediately noticed Rob was fully dressed and ready to go.

Panicked I said "what time is it"??

"4am".
**Note to reader, were supposed to leave at 430am**
I immediately go into panic mode.

I pack up my gear quick as I can, throw all my stuff in a bag, grab my other gear, run up the mountain, do what I must in the bathroom and get there in time to eat, before we loaded up and ROLLED OUT.

In the back of the Limo I could hear the chatter of the riders as they discussed various subjects.

To my left, driving the stretch Limo and listening to Kick ass tunes was my New Best Friend Rick MOON.

The chaotic morning had finally calmed for me. Whilst feeling relaxed, I still felt anxious about what was yet to come.

At the start, I immediately started strapping the bags and getting all my final last bits together. I had received a bunch of food from Mulberry and I didn't want to throw it away. So at the last minute I strapped it onto my bike in a HoboTic fashion.

Looked not so good, but it was food that I may need.

David said some quick words regarding the route and the event, and then we were off.

You would of thought that it was a 35 mile race instead of a 350 mile race, as Stephen Huddle was off the front tucked into his Aero bars in a move that reminisced something out of the Tour de France.

Seemingly the group ignored the attack. I looked around as everyone just kind of stayed bunch up as we started to go through some North Georgia Rollers.

Then on a downhill I decide to gun it, Open up the legs, and at the same time, test my set up to see if I could chase down Stephen.

Immediately I am gone, Rob follows, tells me not to get caught up in the pace..

And after we all pass Stephen, cause he stopped for a moment, we hit Gravel and the race really picks up.

Immediately there is a split in the Front as Matt Lee, Eddie Odea, Rob Roberts and a few others start pulling away.

A split had already formed in our tight little group and off the back but catching up was Mark Donagehy.

Matt Fusco, Brad Kee and myself were in the chase group.

We hit some Rollers and flow sections of double track that I was really able to just get ahead of my little group.

But once we hit a climb they would slowly creep past me and we would rinse and repeat.

I have no idea how much time had passed but this craziness and chaotic feeling was persistent.

Eventually, I saw Cricket creep up and she past by as Matt and Brad all left me on a longish Gravel Climb.

As I crested the climb, from an even steeper Road above me, descend Brad, Matt and Cricket, after apparently taking in some extra elevation meters.

Cricket stopped to wait for a friend and we continued on.

The rhythm of the race at this time persisted in that same little dance, of downhill small gap, uphill small gap, till after a turn on a climb, they all disappeared, Matt, Brad and Mark were gone. I picked up the pace, then climbed to a road going left, thinking I was following the Green line on my Etrex Well, only to end up at the threat of a Jack Russell two pronged Terrier attack at the front of someones yard.

My first Navigational error had occurred and it cost me the spot I had worked pretty hard to get in the chase group next to Matt and Brad.

No matter, I was really liking the section I was on. Overgrown double track climbing, I stopped to take a mental break, and tighten up my Hobo gear that had been starting to Lop to the right.

I kept going, seeing Brad Kee's Boot Tracks in the Dirt. Hoping If I did enough Modest work, maybe I could see some of them again. At least See Mark.

I eventually cleared the first Forest Section, feeling proud and defiant. Feeling like I was not only riding in this thing, but I was racing it as well, which was kind of the point. This whole thing is kind of like the Dare of Dares, the Feats of Feats. Pack your shit, go out and ride the ultimate Dirty Enduro and let's see in what order we get to the finish line. I love how Wild this type of event is. I love how Poetic the spirit of the event is. We go out and do it for the ride of it all and nothing more.

On the road, my Freddies were my friend as I tucked deep and kept going, searching for the way point that told me where there was a store.

Interesting, no way points could be found, and I realized that after spending Hours looking on Google Earth, making way points on the route to help me with reloads and mileage goals, I had forgotten to hit the load way points button when I loaded the route on my GPS. Costly mistake, but it was too late to make tears over.

I take on some liquid calories, and load up on snacks and roll out.

I learned something critical. During my work day on the bike, snacking is the only thing I should do and save the big meal for before bed. Now I didn't learn this day one, but I did this day one without even knowing it.

Onward I rolled. I thought I had about 30 or so miles to Helen, and I ended up being wrong. It was more like 60, but at the time I was rolling on an "I got 30 miles left for the day pace."

Up I went, down I went, this went on for hours.

Big Rocks little rocks all over the roads.

Too big to climb steady, too big to corner hard.

These Little Rocks made every type of riding a chore.

After climbing my umpteenth mountain, I stopped and eyeballed a sweet little pocket of warm sunshine that was shining on the clay, perfect size for my frame to rest in.

I laid there resting, and easily drifted into dreams, waking 30 minutes later, feeling like a new man.

I pulled a snickers out the frame bag and ate, tasting the chocolate and enjoying the flavor. As I sat up in a Yoga like pose to stretch my back and arms, I felt the familar Sting on my left Calf muscle, but wanted to dismiss it as a rock or a poke from a stinging Nettle Leaf.

I instinctively smacked only to find in my Sweaty palm, a dead Bee.

I have Not been stung my a Bee in 15 years or more and this past 8 weeks I have been stung 3 times. The first time was at work and the effects sent me panicked to the emergency room thinking for sure that I needed medical assistance to stop the Histamine reaction that was racking my body. But alas, that day when I left the hospital, the doctor told me, if this happens again, "just take some benadryl."

AND it did happen again, at work, and I DID what he said, and It DID Work.

But At this point I could not believe this was happening during the biggest challenge of my life.

WTF, for real?

Any how, I took the benadryl and got rolling. After a good little downhill I was pushing uphill when my heart started pounding in my chest making the veins in my skull pulsate.

Then the itching began, all over my back and buttocks on my arms neck and scalp.

I continued pushing, till this histamine reaction got the best of me and I forced myself to sit like a huge pile of allergic bee poison on the trail, thinking one thing and one thing only:
This is gonna cost me some time, will someone finally catch me now. I would love to see another face, someone to talk too and tell them how awful I was feeling at the moment.

But through the ordeal, no one came.

I forced myself to stand. Forced myself to push the bike uphill attempting to ignore the itch, but sometimes I would just give in.

AND I got back on the bike and kept the pedals turning, grinding the gravel away, while my body complained of Bee venom.

And eventually, as the night got dark and cold, I put more clothes on, and continued my forward movement. The torrential physical downpour that my body was experiencing subsided and dried up. The Deluge of itch was gone.

And I felt fine. Had to put on the lights. Had to put on my wool shirt. Had to keep going forward.

I got on some pavement, and I was looking around at the houses, trying to figure out how I had not reached Helen Yet. My math was apparently off.

I spotted a trailer home that looked dilapidated and kept going on my way. Got to an intersection, asked my GPS how far Helen was, and after riding all day long, since 8 something A.M., it was 1030 at night and I still had 25 plus miles to go. I was not ready.

I went back to check out the trailer since I knew that this evening would be the coldest of the three evenings I didn't want to hang in my hammock and not be able to sleep.

The back had an opening in what would of been the Trailer homes hallway, and I parked the bike, climbed in and jumped in my sleeping bag wearing all my clothes. I knew this would dry me by the morning.

Although my body slept, one lEar was always alert. I could hear the Nails from the Mice running underneath where I slept. Sometimes I would have to roll from one side to the other, but I slept good.

Part 2 tomorrow.

Take care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

TNGA

So I am here. Sitting in the Recreation Room at Mulberry Gap, basically relaxing and killing time before dinner.

Its been one hell of a journey to get to this point. Even at the very last minute my bike was without brake pads on the rear and I was pinned at work unable to retrieve it once the repair was done.

Thank fully, due to the kindness of Edita and her Daughter Sarina, I was able to have my bike, and get everything I needed.

I rolled out of my house to drop off Lil'r NI only to realize that I had to return back home cause I forgot my Net that attaches to my rear pack.

I Zombie drove to Rob's house and before long, he awoke from his nap and we rode out. I slept on and off the whole way here. We hit a couple of stores and its been a marvelous day so far. I feel very relaxed without a doubt.

There is away for you to follow the events of the race. I am not guaranteeing blog updates but they may happen.

BUT, I have a SPOT tracker at http://trackleaders.com/tnga that will allow you to see my progress on the course. I will also make my MTB Cast Debut, through call ins at http://mtbcast.com/site2/. This is gonna be the biggest challenge I have ever faced, but I am composed and ready for what the ride will bring.

Take care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

you Tell Me

So in a couple of days I feel like I am finally ready, as ready as I will be to step up and do something I have spent countless hours preparing to do.

When I reflect, I see how much time, money and effort I have put into this Bikepacking/self supported racing thing, and now its time to make it happen.


I do not have the luxuries that some of you do. I cannot simply pick up and go. I have Children to consider, and I really had to go into full planner mode to make it so my 10 year old could be taken care of and get to school and back while I am gone for a week maybe more. I am after all a single dad...

Admittedly, emotionally, once again I have been given what seemed an insurmountable challenge. The changes at work, affected me physically and deeply brought back some deep harbored feelings of rejection that I thought I had shook.

It felt as if a fatal wound had been re opened and for a moment there I thought for sure, I was lost. Finally ready to run away to some Mountain Town and claim my life as an Perpetual Earth walker.

You name it, in the past 1 and a half months it has happened to me. Job loss, emotional pain, car stolen, mortgage issues, etc, etc...

One right after the other, often on top of each other, creating a perfect storm of disastrous life changing events. I wont even go into the details.

All the while, I was at work, crawling under trailers, in hot attics, up and down ladders, etc, etc, 12 hour days almost every single work day.

But, I persevered.

Like a warrior should.

I remember about a year ago someone teased my warrior ethos, but they just don't get it. That is my philosophy on life. I believe if I still existed in a tribe of my people I would be on a pony defending my clan.

I have no wars to fight, so I go out and create feats for myself.

I literally have spent the past 4 days sharpening my sword.

My sword being my bike.

I have spent the past four days, picking out my battle regalia. Going through every piece with a fine tooth combed, making easy decisions.

I call them easy because the job is simple. I will eat, I will ride, and I will sleep. That's it. That right there helped me prioritize the amount of gear that I REALLY NEED for a 4 day adventure. I am on a mission.

My goal is simple. I don't even have a mileage goal any longer. I want to ride, all day, till a little past dark, then get up at daylight and do it again. That's it. However far I go is however far I go, I will stop and smell the roses and I will not ignore any naps under trees. That is of course till I reach Dalton...What happens at Dalton? Well, you will just have to see.

While I ride from one side of the Great State of Georgia to the other, I am on a battle to conquer my own mental weakness. I can pedal that far. I can pedal that long. I got the strength in my body, and the ability. BUT, mentally I am a P****Y.

I am being hard on myself, but that is the truth. That is where the true war will be, in my HEAD. Every time I have given up, its been because of it and its horrible advice.

So, its time. It's time to make all my hard work and testing pay off.

See you other brave souls on the start line.

Have your stuff together. Its going to be a blast. I will find a way to enjoy every single lesson that the creator will teach me on this journey.

Even though I pedal through them mountains alone, I have not made it to the line alone.

There are so many people who have helped me along the way. When I reflect I have some beautiful spirits in my life and I dedicate this ride to all who have helped me reach the level I am at, I could not have done it alone.

I hope through my self imposed challenges and adventures that I share That I have brought some inspiration to some of you. That through me you see hope and you see in all my crazy feats a glimmer that with desire and drive you can do so much.

Its been one hell of a journey folks and its far from over.

Stick around will ya,

take care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

MOsT AGgReSSiVe

About a week ago Rob and I got up.

I am not the one to build much. I can build a bike, if I have a mechanic, a real mechanic right there to guide me.

Since about sometime over a year ago, I heard about a 2 piece crankset with a 29 tooth inner ring and how this was the cat's meow for a 29er.

Finally, a year or more later, I got some Origin 8 rings, 44 - 29, with a 12 - 36 9 speed cassette and went over to Rob's to put it all together.

Truth be told, I sat there and ran my mouth, while Rob put it all together and figured it all out.

The 44 sits where the 32 ring would and the 29 sits where the granny gear would allowing me to run my biggest and lowest combos' with no penalty.

The result is a gear combo ratio only 3 inches off the gear inches of a triple crankset.

Not bad.

I needed to test it.

EVen for me, its hot as hell out, but Rob was in to ride and so was I. I wanted to do my normal Clermont loop backwards, then ride into Astatula into the Apopka preserve, hoping to hit the wolf head hike a bike and get some aggressive bike pushing in.

My miles are way down from what they were. And my TNGA training is pretty much out the window. But I went out and did some intervals, worked on leg speed, did big gear drills, basically attempting to feast on all my training drills in one day.

God works in mysterious ways. And although installing is grueling work, it is definitely got me Lean and its definitely got my heat tolerances and suffering ability up.

If Rob and I were a two man peloton, I would easily be voted the most aggressive. As soon as we hit grassy lakes, I started launching the attacks on Rob, my goal was to make it to the tops of as many climbs as possible before Rob.

In no imaginary world do I claim to be faster than Rob, but I was riding aggressive and strong and putting the pressure on.

Eventually somewhere towards the last peak on Buckhill I pOppED, but still kept rolling regardless at my own pace, eventually catching up to Rob and launching attacks again.

I gasped at Rob that I was trying to stay away.

He offered some advice, "Don't attack on the Downhills",

I told him I thought it about it long and hard and figured that was my best bet.

It didn't work, but I still kept riding strong.

We eventually got into Astatula and I noticed my water levels were low.

Still pushing the pace, we hit Wolf Head Road, and amazingly enough my leg speed drills paid off as a quick spin cadence kept me floating on the sand and we cleared the section without having to walk.

I got water and a soak at the fire station and we continued. I knew we only had about 7 miles left so I really picked up the pace and made it a point to stay in front through Grassy Lakes and eventually we made the end, both of us hot as hell, thirsty and hungry. It was way too hot to be riding out there.

I am hoping to at the TNGA that Rob and I can ride together. Although my training has fallen off, I am still riding amazingly well and still have hopes of making these last two weeks pay off, pedaling and riding as much as possible. After crawling climbing and working all day, I admit its hard to motivate myself to get on the bike, but I am going to push myself.

I really don't know what will happen in TNGA, but my mental is resolve. I am determined to finish. I am leaving the ego at home. My goal day one will be to acclimate and finish the miles that I want to finish. Not go hard, not blow up, feed on a regular basis and keep myself healthy and patient. No secret here folks, I am speed touring the route, I hardly consider myself a racer of it.

But, I am experienced in this type of event. I do have a slight advantage over the competition and I have a feeling that If I stay healthy and I stick to my ever flexible plans, I should finish well, I will call a prediction now and say that Rob and I will finish in the Top five, maybe even the Top Three, but I don't expect to finish before Rob, but would love to finish right next to him or right behind him.

I am ready, to go out and do, once again, the hardest thing I have ever done on a bike.

I hope I never ever am able to stop saying that.

Take Care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

ThRu DyInG

So, the other day Rob and I were having a conversation about self supported racing.

I was telling him how many more variables go into Self Supported racing vs. the normal type of racing most people are used to That I expect those who have never done it to Fail.

Of course I am going to say that. Do you have even the slightest Idea how many trips I have gone on and crumbled and failed. How many times I have gone out and turned myself inside out to the point where I completely cracked.

TOO MANY TO COUNT.

But through all those failures, all those critical moments, all those bad experiences I have learned how to succeed. Through my disappointments I have learned to overcome.

So I don't have a lot of faith in new people stepping into the game. My attitude is to expect them to fail. The learning curve is steep, the climb is long, and until you have done it, its a whole nother world that your stepping into.

The TNGA is right around the corner and it will be the biggest challenge that I will ever face.

Physically I am ready. I feel strong. Surprisingly all this installation work has increased my tolerances for the horrible temps that are out there.

My kit is ready and the bike is ready. I reconfigured my 2 x 9 set up and its optimum for climbing. I am literally missing only 3 inches of gear ratio from someone running a 22 x 34.

I dont know who the other racers for the race will be, but I venture there are not many champions stepping up to the line, and after all I am the Cross Florida Fixed Gear Champion.

So, physically I am ready, the bike is ready, the kit is ready and I have done enough self supported ride to feel that I am experienced enough.

The only thing left, the only thing I have to make sure of, is that my head game stays on the end game. And the end game is crossing that Alabama border. My end game is to stick to my goals, yet stay flexible enough to alter it. And most of all, to have no quit in my heart.

After all, through all my failures, I feel I have finally found the key to succeeding in the self supported racing game.

Take Care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

The PaPaKai ToUr ParT 2

We waited, ate, and chatted while the storm soaked the earth. I looked at the Weather Map on my Droid and saw that we had a good clear line down the middle, in between the storms. I figured if we moved out now, and kept a high pace, we should be to get there without a soaking.

So, we mounted up and rolled out.

3 miles later as we approached Oviedo, Kailan said his rear tire was flat and at the stop light confirmed it.

I noticed that the storms that were on both side of us had closed in pretty quick and as the soaking started again, we made shelter under the carport of a church.

I went right into repairing the flat, concerned that I had got a flat to begin with, and how I was about to use my last tube.

The Storm Raged long after the repair. Not interested in getting a soak, we waited. I thought it was best.

While Kai played his DSI I cat napped on the rug. TOOK such a delicious rest, such a deep slumber in such a short time. 40 minutes later the storm stopped and we began the Cross Seminole bike trail.

3 more miles later, Kai's rear tire explodes.

DAMN!!!

I pull out my droid and do a gps location based search for a bicycle shop. I find there is one off trail about a mile, call and get directions and I tow him on the rim till we get there.

At the shop, I discovered that the rear tire popped cause the tread was separating. I bought two tubes and a new tire, mounted it all, the guy was nice enough to give me some patches and we were off.

I thought the adversity was over, but then the rain storm hit.

Regardless, I was pushing the pedals and actually keeping a faster pace then the day before. I had adjusted to the 120 lb extra pull and I was literally flying. Even with the soaking, I was still making great time. I gave Kai my sunglasses to protect his eyes from my poisonous rooster tail.

With 3 miles left disaster struck as we made a tight corner and Kai collided with a bike trail cement Island, landing on his chest and sliding on his face. Luckily He was not hurt, just a little bruised on his shoulder and we were off again.

We arrived into Lake Mary. Hit the Publix to get out of the wet clothes. I was proud of Kai's ingeniousness to dry his socks as he wrapped them in paper towels and pressed them.

We emerged dipped in our street clothes and pushed the bike to Papa Joe's to enjoy a meal.

We ran into some friends and we all went and watched "The Other Guy's". When we finished we were all sitting having coffee or coffee drinks, when Kai asked our friend for a ride home.

We had about 28 miles left and one more night of camping, but the last thing I wanted to do was FORCE Kai to do it. So since he requested it, we went home that night, arriving around 1130 pm.

It was a fun tour. I got to practice my speed mechanic skills. Got to practice my ingenuity and problem solving skills and got to spend time with my son. The good news is, he wants to go on another tour and like always, I am already cooking up a plan.

What a blessing it is to be able to tour by bike.

Take Care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

The PaPaKai TouR

I dreamt this up in March.

I was thinking of things I could do with my boys.

Unfortunately LiL NI was not available, but LIL'r NI was.

I got on the bikepacking forum and asked about tow ropes and over time the plan festered and developed little by little.

I had a route in mind, a route that would have some backwoods, but plenty of civilization and destinations to keep him goal oriented.

Eventually, the weekend was penciled in on the calendar and it was time to be off adventuring as Father and Son.

I wanted to bring a tow rope to spare him the pain of pedaling farther then he had ever pedaled all year, let alone his life, let alone on a bike that would be heavier then what he was used too.

PLUS, I knew we were going to have to ride some BUFF singletrack on the first morning to traverse the Econolokohatchee forest and I knew he would need his strength.

In theory I have enough bikepacking gear for three people to go bikepacking. And a starter kit is not expensive, nor hard, just takes a little imagination.

I loaded Kai's bike Light. Mine's was not even that much heavier.

I gave Kai my Mini Newt and I used the Stella and we rolled out Friday evening ready to adventure.

We both chose our riding outfits. My plan was one riding outfit each. We both had a set of Civilian attire and we both had toilettries, swimsuits, raincoats and towels.

I have a completely different philosophy then the average person. My TNGA set up wont be much different then this minus the street wear. I actually rode Chamoisless this ride as the experiments continue and I completed the tour without a single chaff or sore.

Not even 3 miles away from the house we had to turn and go back. By that point, Kailan had decided He would accept the tow rope and we were starting to groove till his Bottom Brackett seized up.

This of course was not his fault as I have NEVER put a bottom bracket in that bike since I purchased it in 2005.

I had a back up bike, and had to switch all the gear and the seat, etc. Many times this weekend I felt like the Domestique as I was the lead mechanic and the main PULL for the team.

The swap was done and before we knew it we had Cleared Section 1.

The section was only 8 miles long, but I broke it into sections so Kailan could better wrap his mind around the challenges that lay ahead. It worked. At stop one we got water, and then continued on to section 2 which was another6 miles or so. Each section included one big climb and although I was towing him, He was required to pedal to assist up the inclines. As it was, it was taking some pedal power to keep us both moving. Towing 120 lbs is not easy.

After section two we consumed liquid calories and finished off the final part of the trip including the 1/2 mile of off road riding we had to do to get up by the river camping spot.

After a bit of searching I found a good spot, but in the end it worked out better for Kai as my hammock set up didnt turn out to be so optimal. The night we spent in the woods was as restless as the first night I spent out there. The whole night the Forest was alive with movement and often it sounded like footsteps. The chances I did get to close my eye, I would awake startled. Kailan and I pretty much spent the night, restless, barely sleeping, waiting for the sun to rise.

At first light we were both up, ready to haul ass, frustrated over the weirdness of the forest.

I made Kai pack his clothes and show him how to roll up his handlebar bag, as I did all the hard work once again of loading up two hammocks and packing up my own gear. We got on the road and began the hard traverse of the white trail. The white trail in Econolokahatchee will kick anyone's ass, and not soon long into the trail I was wondering what in the heck I was thinking bringing Kai's very unpracticed ass down such a buff trail.

Eventually, after noticing and hearing how hard he was cracking I became more active in helping him. I would help him to remount, tell him to dismount and hike, and on we went for 1.5 miles till he was able to finally plop his ass down up against a tree and rest.

For a brief moment I thought we should pull the plugg and head down some doubletrack out of there, but the double track was worst than the singletrack with the lack of traction. So I told him he had to HTFU and we continued on to the swim spot. He actually was able to ride a lot more and the entire ride to the Swim spot we hiked less, even though we still hiked quite a bit.

At the swim hole we swam and recharged and then had another hard fought battle in the forest.

Kailan was close to an emotional breakdown, smoked, just completely taxed, when I pulled out the tow rope and started pulling his ass out the forest. At one point we lost the trail, and I followed the GPS arrow towards the closest road which was taking us down an ancient double track with tall willow like shrubbery that was gently ripping at our ankles. Even when we hiked I biked I was towing him, and before we knew it, we emerged on to that road.

I thought for sure Kai would collapse at that point. Google Maps Droid App indicated McDonald's was close and as soon as we hit the pavement Kailan demanded that we continued on, "let's go". At that moment I felt such a great sense of pride. Seeing him going from Resting his head on the bars, tears welling up his eyes, to conquering the very buff singletrack that had brought him almost to tears. Not only conquering but demanding that we Charge ahead to BRUNCH.

While we sat and ate at McDonald's, I let him in on the news that we only had covered 7 miles, we still had at least 20 more to go. Just as I said this the Sky opened up and a storm started raging. Kai didnt even flinch as he knew very well, that those 20 plus miles would be on the rope.

Part 2, tomorrow.

Take Care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

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Kai popped 1.5 miles into day 2. What was I thinking. That singletrack was way buff.

In a hammock down by the river!!!

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Wow what an evening so far. Lilr nakedindian s bottom brackett quit 3 miles into the ride. Were back on track about ten miles left for the eve.

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And were off on the papa kai bike tour, 17 miles to econolokahatchee.

TraNsFLoridA: To The CoaSt

That morning I woke up feeling SUPER Chapped.

I packed up camp staring at my still wet Chamois Bibs. Not interested in any part of that. I grabbed the Pro Lube I bought at Greenway and lubed up and decided to ride in my camp shorts.

After we were ready to emerge from our Stealthy camping spot I jumped on the bike did the sick little steep drop to the road and immediately realized I had made an excellent choice. I was not in pain.

Maybe Chamoisless riding with the Pro Lube combo is the ticket. I will have to test.

We went across the road to the Wal Mart, Subway has breakfast.

I have many super powers. One of them is amazing charm. I first charmed the greeter to watch the bikes, then charmed the young girl behind the subway counter to load up on extra bacon. Even Rob2 was envious of how much bacon I got. I had a BLT extra bacon spinach and tomato with guacamole. Delicious.

We drank coffee, water, conversated then I ate my three musketeers. I felt ready to finish it, "35 Miles to go" as we got on the bikes and rolled out.

My legs were a little tight, but i kept the pace steady, the effort beautiful. Had to apply my speed legs again in the sandy spot before the Pruitt Memorial. But the ride through Haltapa was beautiful. I really enjoyed it.

We hit the road, I did another quick pit stop, had some more calories, and off we went. I was in the mood to do some Tempo. In the mood to cover this new part of the route, swiftly. I stayed tucked in the Fred's and was even more comfortable cause this morning, instead of putting my two ready bottles in my pockets, I put them in my feedbags. So much better. I put the music on and laid it on top of my gloves on my Aero bars and I was ready to work.

The Rollers were exquisite and today we saw the biggest longest climbs of the route. In the Middle on there we were having to stop and stare at the GPS topo to figure a work around. The original route took us next to the rail road tracks and that would of mean miles of pain. I may take the Wild Solo American with me and see if we can do a day ride and map a more dirtier route. As is the current route is not bad. We actually rode through a partially abandoned Sub Division. It had a Road Warrior type of feel. The ashpalt was so bad that I would consider it off road.

Some Big Rollers later and then Rob takes off on a dirt road that seems to lead us to the rail road track. We made our way to the end of it, and I spotted a faint double track and followed it all the way till we hiked and bike up to the rail bed. Then I looked over and it seemed that there was a rideable ATV track parallel to the Rail and we rode that up and onto a road way and headed towards the Giant Climb on the Horizon.

Rob got a flat on his Front tire and I took a break in the shade, ate my last apple while Rob made friends with Two Shutland ponies. Apparently they really just had an affinity towards Rob without any effort on his part.

From there we rode up to the road, and it was a 12 miles road ride till we started zig zagging back roads to try to make the eastern most portion of the Cross Florida Greenway. Again, I followed a woodsy double track to a fence. We hopped it only to find out we could have rode around the fence. The side we hopped the fence onto was part of the preserve and some interesting grassy double track later along some canals we were on the paved trail.

I coordinated our pick up and we finished the ride. Pooling our bikes into the ocean, happy that we accomplished our mission.

I have to correct something from yesterdays post. By Greenway cycles we had done 97 miles. By the end of the epic plus we were at 120 or so. We finished the day with 177. So that last day was underestimated once again, as it was not a 35 mile day but a 57 mile day, whoops.

The ride, as always, was magical for me. I had a ton of fun. Was so comfortable and capable that I feel a strong sense of confidence for the TNGA. I am going into it with the desire to pull off 4 90 Plus mile days in Pisgah Like Terrain, at a similar to pace to what I did on the TNGA. I have a feeling this will be a race of attrition. I expect a high DNF rate. The people who do well will be the one's who have a lot of experience in riding all day, resting and riding again, on a bike heavy with gear.

I see Rob and I doing well and I hope we stick together, it will be good practice.

Now do I run the Freddies or not? I probably will, they are so comfy.

TransFlorida will be done again in Late November. Its a challenge. Its a 2.5 day ride when I do it again, and I invite anyone to be personally tour guided by me. It wont be easy, but it wont be impossible either.

Take Care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

TraNsFLoridA: BucK LaKe To SanTos Plus...

It took me a couple of tries to find my comfort in my hammock.

I actually didnt sleep quite well a couple of times in it, but during the pisgah weekend, everything went all right. I found my groove I broke it in.

If I was to read the manufacturers specs on the Hammock I probably am violating proper sleep arrangements but its working.

That Saturday morning as I finally opened my eyes I could see Rob was already up.

I wondered if he heard me snoring. Also thought of good cyborg jokes. If you dont know its a running joke that Rob is Half Human Half Machine and thus lacks emotions. LOL. I tell you folks, not true, ROB HAS EMOTIONS. But that didnt stop me from thinking of Cyborg jokes.

For example.

You know whats good about having a best friend thats a Cyborg. Since he doesnt sleep you dont got to worry about anything during the night.

Not that good of a Joke, I thought of more as we pedaled off.

I actually thought I packed up quick and after I ate my rice and my cherries, we were off.

The Singletrack rolled well, the forest road was going good, but then there were some sandy spots, and once again I used my leg speed to get me through it. I tell you, next time you ride something sandy, spin to win. Spin like your trying to scrape Kah KaH of your toes. You float right over the sand, amazing.

Since we did ride some HORZ CATEGORZ sand on the trip so far I had wondered if thats how it was to ride on loose powder and if I would use the same spinny technique. Why in God's Name am I thinking of Snow bikes with Fat Tires? I am not that crazy.

Anyhow, the foul weather of wind and rain storms never came. I was prepared. Never happened, instead it was a blessing of pure beauty.

Once we got to Forest Road 595, I took my Bandanna off the bars, soaked it in water and put up under my helmet desert fox style. I remember something Bear Grylls said and decided to try it. It seemed counter productive, but it actually acted like a shade and the wind from me riding encouraged the rag to dry and it created a cooling effect. Amazing.

We Broke out of the Forest without incident and I told Rob I wanted to stop at the church, grab some water and eat. Was already hungry. I sat and refueled, I think Rob Changed his derailleur hanger and we were off again.

Marshall Swamp was beautiful, and before we knew it, we were in Duncan Grabbing Latte's and hiding from the Sun. I was marveling at our pace.

I looked at the numbers last night. Our ride time, our actual bike moving time was only 16 hours, we really killed it and all we did was cruize and have fun.

It also said 5400 feet or so of climbing. So ya, for Florida its a challenge for sure.

Before we knew it we rolled into Greenway to find it empty. Sure there was a person working the Store, but No DanO, no Jessica and no Donnie.

The guy at the store told us they were doing and Clinic and off we went.

Donnie's face lit up when he saw us. Well, maybe its always lit up.

But we watched the clinic, I scored a free shirt, and we hit the showers and did some much needed laundry. We got dipped in our civilian attire and made our way back to the shop to lay out our gear and keep a sideways eye on the dark clouds looming from the west.

We did our best to Party and work at the same time. I ate till I hurt. Drank three beers, caught a ridiculous buzz and fell asleep on the chair. All the while making new friends and eating great food. The Folks at Greenway are doing it right. They are creating a culture out of that shop and I DIGG IT!

I wanted to hear what Rob had to say. I took a nap mainly cause I carb crashed and mainly cause i had only slept 5 hours in the last 120 miles.

But I wanted to hear what Rob said we should do. We kept our options open, but once again we were in Tune. We were going to kill the Epic tonight. No sense in waiting for the morning, we had work to do then. I figured we kill the epic, tomorrow is a short day.

My only condition was coffee. But truth be told, I just wanted Coffee. The Epic was marvelous, and it was all over before I knew it. I found myself alone, not knowing exactly what had happened, but was sure something had. Found out once we met up at the 484 spot that Donnie had lost his light. What a trooper, the Wild Solo American Is REAL!!!!

We parted ways. His energy is intense and I DIGG it. A very good guy, tons of fun, if he gets into self supported racing I think he could be dangerous.

We finished off the trail, once again I marveled at how quick we were moving. And headed to wal mart. I bought a gallon of water a pack of three musketeers, some cokes and some doritos. Ate everything but the musketeers. I used Google Maps satellite view on the phone to confirm that we could stealth camp across the street making for an easy breakfast run in the morning. I call it the "sleep by the river" technique. As I clamoured to find two trees to make my home with, It took several tries before I scored the sweet spot. Tied my hammock, took a gallon of water shower, all the while staring at the sky the clarity of the moon. It was beautiful. Took time just to sit on the earth as I strolled barefoot once again around my camp.

I laid to sleep and drifted fast. Once again feeling great and satisfied and blessed to be traveling by bike through the jungles of this land.

Part 3 tomorrow...

Take Care,

The NaKeD InDiaN

TraNsFLoridA: The GhOsT ToWn of St FraNciS, WaGon Trail and BucK LaKe

How do I come up with these Ideas?

Was a question I heard sometime last weekend.

Rob Blames me for it all, but the idea was his really. He asked if it was possible.

Now keep in mind, any dirty route is possible. Dirty does not mean that we wont ride road, Road Riding is part of it. I try to pick some scenic road if possible, or Road with bad pavement.

And really there are only two ways across this part of the state and go dirty. You either go via Green Swamp Or you go via ONF.

So if you do the CFiTT route, you essentially end up doing part of the TransFlorida and Part of the Huracan. Same thing with the Santos Epic Plus. Its an off road super highway right through the middle of the state.

My packing scheme is keen people. And Rob's New Handlebar bag was perfect. For once I was completely content with my packing.

I decided I would pack in my food instead of buying till I got to Santos.

I made 4 sandwiches, took a bag of strawberries, a bag of Cherries, a bag of Rice and 3 apples.

I decided to go with bottles this time. I even got one of those New Camelbak water bottles. I carried two bottles in my pockets and 3 in my frame bag along with some food.

The bottles worked great, even found a better way to carry them by rides end.

We rolled into dusk. I say to Rob," Hey, its only 17 miles to the Ghost Town of St Francis, We can make that before dark right?"

As we rolled along the Naked Indian route, we eventually started to ride some terrain we had never ridden before. I had no Idea that Lake Helen had a predominately Black neighborhood. It seems to me that there were not many instances on the route that we were not doing rollers. In fact seems like the whole way, all we did was go up and down, up and down. The rollers through this part of town were lovely. The Frogs were so loud that I thought I was imagining things. The temperature was perfect and the moon was bright. Right away I was thankful to be loaded up and on the bike.

We stopped at a convenience store and I had a quick snack and refilled my two bottles, I knew that till we made buck lake there would be no potable water and there would be no food till we got clear of the National Forest.

After my snack of chocolate and strawberries we eventually made the single track that led us to the Ghost Town of St Francis.

The singletrack was Uber technical, mostly flat AND BUFF, till we made a short climb up onto an old road bed elevated above the rest of the forest floor. Long bridges, constant arm slap from the shrubs, this was nice. At one point I rode right by a HUGE snake. Had to tell Rob to Stop as I shooshed it off the trail. I had an OTB moment, injury free, but painful nonetheless. And before we knew it, we made St Francis, 34 miles Later. Whoops. I guess my estimate of40 miles to buck lake was going to be a little off.

We set out on the Paisley - St Francis wagon trail. AS is the trail will stay in the "Challenge". Why?
\Well, its historic.
Think about it, Hundreds of years ago, this was the only road connecting two towns. It just feels cool. Mind you, this bastard is 50% plus, 5 miles of questionable terrain. I made quick work of it. I will let Rob post up his opinion of it, but Im pretty sure he hates it. I actually used my leg work to get through it. I found that keeping a super high spin was keeping me moving fast through the sand. When I did Hike, I was pushing, I figure I need to get better at pushing a bike, and Sean's Hike a bike workouts, HELPED a TON, Im ready for the upcoming TNGA.

As I was waiting at the clay road that was part of the old wagon trail, a truck pulled up.

"You Ok?"
" The Road is up that way"..

I respond, " I know, but I am going that way, riding across the forest", "Thanks".

He shoves off.

For a second, I thought maybe there would be some trouble. Earlier that evening I had to tell someone to fuck off. But nah, no static. It would not have been a good day to pick a fight. I felt like I just kicked part of the wagon trails ass and I was ready for more, it would not have been pretty for him. LOL.

We finished the road, took a small break as we started the single track again. From here on out it was skinny trail all the way to camp.

The trail was so fun and I really was enjoying it.

At one point we were taking the Old road that leads to buck lake and I was thankful I had the GPX track, without it I dont think we could have followed it. At one point the Grasses and weeds were taller then us sitting on our bicycles and yet you could still see the faint road that used to exist.

57 miles later we arrive at Buck Lake. Immediately taking showers and breaking camp, drinking water and refueling. After a bit of hanging out and 3gee usage we both hit the sack. I slept like a baby. Not even the mosquito buzzing in my ear was enough to keep my slumber away.

Already 57 miles in and my face was aglow in joy. I can feel that the Training is paying off. I wanted to train so I could go out and ride the ride I wanted to ride and avoid the suffering. Except for a little bit of chapping I was feeling strong and looking forward to clearing the forest the next morning.

Part 2 tomorrow.

Take Care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

Great ride so far. Both of us feel good and riding strong.95 miles done. We showered and washed our clothes, hoping they dry. Looking forward to party.

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Buck lake morning

Buck lake.

Dirty

Ok

To the ghost town we go....

WhAt's ThE DeAL

Well, The saga continues. Work has been Rough. That First Friday ended very late, lead right into an early Saturday. I rolled well, but towards the end I Cracked Hard, and the last 17 miles were rough as I could tell I was way under hydrated. I had drank that day plenty, but that Friday was still affecting me. I got up sore, hands hurting, Glutteus muscle screaming, but I still went out and jammed out a 57 mile day with Rob Roberts.

Had a chance to Show him a little something new, and some of the road alternates for the Indian as well as gave him a bit of course history.

Rough day. When I returned to work on Monday it was with the attitude of giving it another go and working hard, well, that was interesting as I ended up getting bit by a WASP and having an allergic reaction sending me to the emergency room to counteract the Hives and symptoms I was experiencing.

Tuesday was going great, but got sabotaged by the mandatory Urinalysis required by an accident during work hours. LOL, cant seem to win.

Today was not bad, but I had personal business so it was cut short.

Have not had a chance to touch the bike since Saturday which is not awful considering I was supposed to take it easy last week and I stocked up on miles. This week I have only missed one work out and I will find a way to fit it in. Miles are coming this weekend and I am excited as I have already mapped out the Trans Florida Route and we are going to send the big gap on Friday.

I really NEED this trip, REALLY need to get out there and escape for some days. Also Really need to either get some normal hours or find a new job. Adding up Friday, Monday and Tuesday I have worked already 40 hours, in 3 days.

Ridiculous.

I need to commute.

Seems redundant now that the office is closer its not that many miles, but the point of commuting is not so much the miles but to show people what you can do on the bike. Inadvertently everyones curiosity is peaked when they see you pedal in. Voluntarily, not forced. The child like wonder gleams in their eye as they start to see all that is possible when you want to do whats best for you.

Rob Roberts has started a blog, check it out, Http:milesforpink.blogspot.com. He definetely has his head in the right place.

The future seems so uncertain at the moment and emotionally I am feeling the stress, physically I am feeling the stress. Cant wait for the weekend to De Stress. Life is so tough for me. Sometimes I wonder if The Great Creator gets a Kick out of seeing me challenged.

I dont even know if the money will arrive for the TNGA. Will I find away to adjust and keep my training going for the TNGA? Does anybody want to donate me some rollers or a trainer for a couple of weeks?? Who knows... Everything has been turned upside down as you can see by my lack of regular post. As I adjust I will give my 39 fans their much needed words.

Take Care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

BAcK

So Yesterday I took off towards Cassadega again. This time I went in the way I came out the last time I discovered the new dirty stuff around the Sand Lake Area.

Went in, followed the Technical Jeep road around got on to some single track followed my instinct and ended up by the lake. Rode more double track to the Wolf Pack Trail Connector and rode that into Old enterprise road, towards the Cassadega Hotel, where I sat and ate the fruit I brought with me. Then pedaled on home via the Naked Indian Route.

Good Little ride, felt great.

Today, I had to run errands and at the same time wanted to get in some miles. So I took off towards the bank. Got my last ten dollars, went and picked up some stuff I needed then pedaled towards Old Mill road towards some dirty roads back on to the Wolf Pack run trail. This time I decided to explore and off shoot trail. Followed it till the end, then back tracked to a turn that took me right back to the main Wolf Pack trail. Definitely more good stuff to add to the 2011 Indian ride. Guarantee the 2011 Indian will have the most singletrack its ever had. Lot's of Fun.

I rode onto DeLand, sat at the Coffee shop had a Latte and rode back into the storm that I had been riding in. It's all good, every scenario counts. Today I decided to just take the road all the way home via the old route I used to take before I discovered all the dirt alternates. I got into my Freddies and didn't get out of them till I got home. Nice Little ride. Tomorrow I hope to go out and do a long ride, if I could only get out the door early. I admit I have been nerding out on the Tour and the Mountain stages, I like the Mountain stages. I suspect they are out of the mountains so now I can carry on withe some early riding.

Friday I go back to work and start a new. I took a little break and it felt good to rest. I needed it, been so fringed lately. The legs are feeling good and although my average speed is up, I have been taking it easy.

Yesterday while riding on Ranch Road, I noticed a car that had passed me on the pavement. It was having to pick its way through the muddy dirty road. Immediately the Cannibal in me awoke and I sped up, chased it down and passed it.

Today I did the same thing with a UPS truck. It actually fought back and not even 5 seconds after it passed me I chased it down and passed it back as it was stopping for another delivery. I cant seem to find any cyclist to consume so Vehicles will have to do.

I have been finding lots of fresh dirt to add to the Indian, pretty exciting, already thinking about how I will loop it together.

Last night as well, I put together the initial TransFlorida from my house to the coast. We are going to roll late on the 23rd, depending on how Rob wants to do it, push through the forest, then camp in Eureka. Next morning, roll into Santos for hot food, then clean up at the camp ground and hit the Tour De France Party that Starts at 5pm at greenway cycles. Should be a good time. So I will be packing some extra stuff anticipating the party. The next morning we will get up and finish the route, should be a lot of fun. I will most likely bring my hammock since this will be a fun rides so no minimalist travel. I think what will determine if we cross the forest on the 23rd or not is the rain. If the forest road are wet, I think we will wait for the morning for them to dry out. If they are dry, then we wont chance it and ride through the night while the temps are cool. The route also takes the St Francis Paisley wagon trail which is a Hike a bike at times. I figured it would be good practice to push the bikes since we are hitting the TNGA in a couple of weeks.

Of course Rob and I still got to discuss all this, we may want to camp at Buck Lake and enjoy the evening, or Camp at the Old Area where St Francis used to be see if we encounter any ghost. Either way I am game.


Take care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

THe SuN

Will come out tomorrow???

Well, The days following were rough. BUT I managed, that's Right I managed to recover my car. I wont bother telling the details of the story. As bad as my luck has been there are things I have left out to protect the guilty. BUT, I got my car back, YES there was chase involved and YES I got my Dog the Bounty Hunter on and had to make deals, the whole nine.

The Police was mad at me. Saying, why did you recover the car, you messed up the crime scene. BUT, I wanted my car back. Needless to say it sits neatly in my garage at the moment and I don't expect it to disappear anytime soon.

As for work, I am biting the bullet and going back to Technical field work, BUT, I am looking to move on and do something else. Right now, making money is important, but I am not interested in working long hours more interested in my cycling goals and taking care of my clan, so we will see maybe this is the motivation I needed to search for something else.
ON top of it all I had a stomach virus since like Thursday of Last week. I eat and get nauseous and runs the whole nine, I am feeling better now. I had to push though cause I had an important work out to do last week, two of them. I missed one of them but I did manage my hike a bike work out.
One of the things I absolutely adore about where I live is my ability to head out the front door and hit dirt fairly quickly and that's what I did. I took and and headed deep into Osteen towards PELL road. Pell Road merges with Boyscout road and becomes a DEEP SANDY mess. The sign says it all. It is impassable by car at least. My work out was 20 minute warm up, followed by a 20 minute effort, followed by a 10 minute hike a bike, to a 20 minute effort, to a 10 minute Hike a bike done.It went well I rode strong and when I was done, I was smoked. But I was left with a choice. Take the Road back or Take a dirty alternate that I have been eyeballing for about a year or more.

I took the dirty alternate. Kind of getting nervous I was running out of water, but kept the pace up, hopped a fence, kept going, and got under some huge powerlines. Now, the GPS said, go left, then look right, but when I did that, I saw nothing but dense forest. My droid said, go straight, so I backtracked, went straight, then It came to A "T". I had a choice. Either go left or go right. GPS said, if I go right I will merge with the ancient road that no longer exist on the topo maps. I went right, and exactly where the old road used to exist there was a gate. I hopped it, climbed up to an old cattle bridge over a creek which I didn't know existed and rolled on to another gate hop.

At this point, I was feeling O so awful. Very similar to how I felt the day I rode out in West Palm. Is it the heat? If I would of had food in my stomach I'm sure I would of gotten nauseous and sick. But I trudged on. Kept my head down and rode all the way home. Stopped at the convenience store and got a bunch of ice and kept it going till I limped home.
The rest of the weekend, was off and on the same thing. Eat, feel sick, rest, get over it, rinse and repeat. Sunday I finally felt better. I was actually a good little domesticated bitch on Saturday, in spite of feeling ill I mowed the entire lawn, cleaned both bathrooms, swept and mopped and vacuumed. Had a Lady Friend over, I cooked her dinner and baked her a cake, then off to an evening of live music and tomfoolery. I know, I have no concept of sitting still and doing nothing.

Finally, on Monday afternoon, after about 3o hours of not having any nausea, I decided to go for a quick spin on the Acorn Lake Dirt roads. I did the figure eight and came home to cook dinner.

Today, I am about to roll out and ride to Cassadega and back pretty much, maybe doing a modified Indian, depends on time as I want to be home by 4pm but I don't want to push the pace either, this is after all an easy rest week.

Adjusting is how I am doing. Mentally, physically and emotionally.

made my black helmet white, its hot out there and I should were my brain bucket

Hope your well.

Take Care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

Is It SuMMeR Or Is It JuLY?

Last year at this time, loyal blog fans remember I had a serious string of bad luck, and then I went and did all I could to lift the curse.

This year, It seems that as summer rolls around my luck drops.

Flashback to a week ago.

I was helping a Technician, and My toe barely touched the ceiling in a garage and broke a hole through it. $225 repair out of my pocket.

Then I got sick on the Saturday FUN ride, and the Ride the Divide Movie premiere pretty much got rained out.

The AC broke in my car as well.

Yesterday I go to work, and find out I have been demoted and I either have the option of finding another place to work, or becoming a field technician again. Then when I get home, I find that my car, the platypus was stolen.

I am not in a very happy place right now, so my apologies ahead of time to my loyal blog readers.

Got to sift through some emotional baggage, pick out the stuff I want to keep and figure out a way to throw away the rest.

Take Care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

WhErE R TheY

My legs.

The last 3 or 4 rides I have been sore and battered.

Talk to my Koach. Told me its normal. That's how I should be feeling.

Wow, I never would of thought that, but I reckon he knows, LOL.

I have never done any kind of structured program nor ridden so many miles in a month so I guess it makes a lot of sense as I reflect.

Got to suck it up and finish up this week, and then next week I can recover.

I have been extremely disappointed as of late of my choices to relieve my Teenage like Hunger that Has stricken me lately. So yesterday when I went food shopping I made some better choices and bought stuff with the intent of preparing food to take to work. Im thinking some days it will be Almond Butter and Cinnamon covered apples. Other days, Freeze a strawberry yogurt smoothie from the night before if I ride in. Coupled with my boiled eggs and some cold cuts and cheese, I should be able to do something better to satisfy my insatianable apetite. Well at least for food.

Got a Hike a bike like workout to hammer this week, got the perfect loop for it. As well as the Samurai Roubaix is Saturday, I resolved that even if I have to go it alone I will just to see what the route is like.

Rob finished all my bags, and that will help me with transporting food to work. The bag on the Cross check is HUGE, I was able to carry, my work clothes, flat repair kit, two apples, a pump, a towel, baby wipes and a set of Crank Brothers Flat Pedals. Lots of stuff. Actually mapped out a pretty sick road tour loop that I May just end up doing as an MTB loop to practice my set up and tear down skills... We will see..

It's Tuesday folks, enjoy it.

Take Care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

WeT & WiLd

So, As soon as I could on Friday LiL'r NI and I packed up the car and headed towards West Palm Beach. The Destination was Tom Rassiga's house as we were going to crash there to begin the weekends activities.

The plan was to meet up With Bryan Frantz and some other riders and go do about a 50 mile ride. The AC went out in my car, so needless to say, with all the rain that we were having and having to drive with the windows open, I burned more fuel and I was simply miserable at one point or another during the trip, very frustrating.
ON the way down, Bryan called and asked if we wanted to meet for breakfast at McDonald's right before the ride. Turns out I would later regret this choice. After a frustrating search for food and one place that was way too expensive for my meager budget, we finally found a place to eat that was only 1/4 mile away from Tom's place. Didn't know it at the time. At Tom's house we watched a Tour pre show, and laughed and joked, super nice pad, super hospitable and generous family, no doubt.
That morning Rob and I got up early and rolled out, had our breakfast, and met up with the group. 7 of us rolled out on a ride, we crossed some tall grassy double track, some smooth dirt roads, some shell rock road, some bumpy grassy connectors, came across some 420 enthusiast, just a good rolling ride. At mile 11 I knew something was a miss, something was not quite right. I started immediately feeling a little ill.
Soon after nausea set in. Followed by Dry heaving at times and horrible sharp stomach cramps. My day was done. At mile 11, we rode 55 for the day. I treat almost every situation as a preparation for the challenges I will face in these long epic rides I plan on doing. If I would of been alone touring or racing bike packing self supported style I would of probably laid up and waited. But I was not alone, and I was miles from any kind of refuge. SO, I pulled out every trick I know on how to cope. Anything I could do to feel better or pep my spirit, cause spirit was the only thing that was going to get me through this ordeal. So, I opened up my shirt, full zipp down, took of my hat to get extra cooling, found water spickets at ranger stations and wet my head a couple of times, took off my gloves. If I would of have had my headphones I would of listened to music. I tried at times to stop and wait for the lone rider off the back, but at one point, I stopped to wrap my phone in a plastic bag and it took so long that I was stuck trying to catch up to him. Then at another point I stopped to fight my dry heaves and didn't catch up to the back of the ride till we all caught up with the waiting group.

At some point, I told Bryan, that I needed to take the road back. On the road I know I could muster at least 11mph plus, off road technical jeep roads would only equate to about 5mph or so. I had now reached miserable, survival pace. I figured at least I could finish the ride in one hour or less versus two hours. We got to the road, and he indicated that a couple of miles up the road was a convenience store, so I took off.

If I know I got a goal, my move will be to push myself hard to reach it. I figured there, I could maybe get a huge coca cola and maybe that would settle my stomach and make me feel better. Well, after a little bit of hammering, I looked back and no one was with me, shortly after, Bryan caught up and passed me, then Rob Roberts came up and passed me, I managed to turn it up and get on his wheel and we cruised into Club Shell together.

The stop was all too welcome. But instead of being elated to be in the shade, I was getting goose bumps because of the cold air that was blowing in a storm. The sky was dark in all directions. But after breaks and refreshments we rolled out. I had to zip my shirt up, and eventually Rob Roberts scored some foam anti static wrap off the side of the road that I was able to stuff in my shirt to insulate my chills.

I kept the pace busy, we got a good roadie peloton going. We dropped half the riders, but half of us stayed up, till I had about six miles left and the the stomach cramps came back stronger than ever, I waived them on, and kept going on my own pace, but finishing nonetheless.

What a morning. After that we went to eat, and I ate the slowest I had ever ate as my stomach was still settling. When we reached Tom's house, I know for a fact something did not go down right from McDonald's as my relief was the stinkiest I have smelled in a long time. Downright Toxic. No more McDonald's for me, LOL.

We got cleaned up and rolled out, LIL'r NI was so helpful, but we were rushing to get to the Shop in time to do the Bikepacking clinic.

Not many people were there, the weather was awful, but the show went on, and the group we had, asked a lot of questions and were simply enamoured by our bikepacking set ups and our aspirations to race the divide.

Tom and his Crew put Easy ups to protect us from the over head rain. Rob used his Rave mobile to back it up and use as a display for the projector, and we watched the movie. I don't know who liked it or who didn't, but it seemed like most of the people who commented to me truly enjoyed it.

The rain did sabotage the event a bit as I didn't get quite the turn out I had hoped for. BUT, we did our best and the positive energy was felt around, the festival atmosphere was abound, and good vibes and times where had by all that were present.

I honestly am still trying to decide if I will do another showing. At this point, I would have to have either a free place to show the movie to make any profit, or 200 people to show up to really make some money on it, I don't know if all the cycling communities combined in the area could get that kind of turn out.

Probably not gonna do another showing and just lick my wounds and go on, back to the drawing board.

Rob, is making bike bags though and I really think its a good thing, and can see him with some effort making his money to race the divide that way. ME, I will have to use what little talent I have to come up with my own way to get there.

The drive home was an exercises in endurance as I was worn and tired, but eventually I made it. LiL'r NI was so helpful and fun, and was by my side the entire time. Yesterday I slept in and actually felt lonely not having him around as he went to visit his mother for a couple of days.

I caught up on the Tour De France, took the Brooks off the Mamasita and moved it to the road bike. Why? Well, it was messing with my tuck in the Freddies. Putting some weird pressure in a spot that I dont want weird pressure in, on the cross bike I will never be so tucked, so I put on the saddle I had, and moved it over to the Cross. In order for me to get a brooks that would fit the positioning I take on that bike I would need a very racey saddle and I think those are WAY EXPENSIVE.

Plus, I am trying to lighten my bike. Trying to think of ways to do it?

Sunday eve, I watched a little TV and fell asleep to the sound of the fireworks going on all over the city.

Now starts another hard week of Race preparation and training, looking forward to the Samurai Roubaix on Saturday.

Huge, Huge Thanks to Tom Rassiga from the Bicyclery for all his support, generosity and friendship. Heck of a guy, great family. We felt so welcomed and taken care off for sure. Also Huge thanks To Bryan Frantz, Roberto, Renny and the rest of the West Palm crew for making us feel like part of the gang.

Pressing on.

Take care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

STiLL

"There is something to be learned from a rainstorm.
When meeting with a sudden shower, you try not to get wet and run quickly along the road.
By doing such things as passing under the eaves of houses one still gets wet.
When you are resolved from the beginning, you will not be perplexed, though you will get the same soaking. This understanding extends to all things."
--Hagakure

Last night I was brave. I ventured wholeheartedly into the storm. When I first rolled out I could see that the rain had missed me; or so I thought. For half the ride it was as if I was tracking the storm, I saw the clues of its presence, I saw the signs that it had been there. I could even hear it off in the distance. It's Rumbling. When I got to the high ground, it was as if I was in the one pocket that had no rain, in all directions the clouds were dark and the sky was flashing.

Thankfully I was prepared and had my rain jacket. It was not long into Lake Mary that the sky opened up without mercy. Today the rain was relentless. I felt like I was in a pool. Riding through the back roads, the flooding was present. The rain had come too fast and too much. Huge puddles, that even I was doing my best to avoid.

In Sanford it got pretty chilly so I zipped up my shirt and zipped up my jacket. Was bummed that I didn't have a blinky and did my best to stay on the sidewalks more then usual and put myself on the extra sensitive setting for defensive riding. One road had become so "Technical" that I was able to out pace the cars and was never caught.

The rain never let up. When I got home, I had LIL'r NI open the garage cause I didn't want to trudge my soaking through the house. As the Garage opened slowly, I stood there hand on my hip, chest poking out, doing my HERO POSE. His Face lit up and he laughed at me and asked me what the heck was I DOING...
I did feel like a Hero, it definitely felt like a battle riding through that storm. I would of stopped and waited, but time was a factor, I had indeed promised to the LiL one that I would be home by seven; 650pm, Hero Feat achieved!

This morning I got up at 4am, heard the drops outside. I opened the door, and the rain was still there. I was not in the mood to fight this rain again.

So I didn't.

Enjoy celebrating Freedom from the British day!

Take Care,

Laters,

The Naked InDiaN

O, There you ARe.. .ItS U....AlmOsT diDnt ReKoGnize U

I read this on someone's Not to be named social networking sites status update and it really stuck with me.

Now this is not an exact quote but you get the Jist of it. Life is Lived forwards, but understood backwards.
So, often, like most Humans, I reflect. Sometimes its pleasurable, others its painful. Admittedly I have obsessed about training this month, and I still don't feel I am at optimal capacity for my training but I am doing better than I ever had. Now that today starts a new month I am looking forward to reaching an even higher level of physical prowess. I am enjoying the preparation for the race so much that I would hardly consider it training. Regardless, the month of June kicked off with a brisk 225 miles, preceded by a week of commuting and a steady month of commuting and weekend riding all added up to close to 700 miles by the months end.In those 700 miles I cramped once. A good chunk of those 700 miles were dirty. In those 700 miles I got one Saddle Sore. Dammit. I decided that I wanted to move my Brooks Saddle to the Black Beauty. Reason being that although it did not prevent any Saddle Sores on my Fixed Huracan, it did prevent sore sit bones which I experience when I ride anything longer than 120 plus miles. SO, I moved the saddle and it took way longer then I anticipated to tune the fit. And in the process of tuning the fit, an old friend returned, the Taintable stictch spot saddle sore. Dont want to get to TMI with everyone, but I like doing non descript descriptions. All Men have boys. Well from the Boys down there is a Stitch line that leads to the Largest Waste removal spot of the body, on that very stitch, Mr. Saddle Sore appeared.

I am not even wanting to get saddle sores, so I am on a serious how to avoid saddle sore plan. Nothing has worked but I am finally going to try some PRO stuff. But, since this sore returned in an exact same spot that I had from the Huracan attempt, I decided that I would try something pretty radical and I modified my brooks after the Imperial. Basically the same saddle with a LOVE CUTOUT.
I went to the crafts store, bought some string, got back to my job and made the mods. I started by first outlining the cut out spot after staring at pictures of an imperial for an hour or so. Then I cut it. Then made holes on the side, laced it, mounted it, checked the level, then laced it up tight. Sat down, and felt where my Stitch saddle sore is and discovered that it now sits right over the spot that is absent of leather now, aka the LOVE Channel.
Will it work? Don't know, but considering I only paid $30 for my Brooks Saddle I figured I had nothing to lose.

July as you all know has nothing but miles planned and My Okeechobee rematch is now been rescheduled to the 16th. So, I will drive straight from work to the lake, loop it, then drive home, I need to sleigh this Dragon.

As well, I made a mistake on the Transflorida Mapping it is going down on the 24th. So, check your list, make a note, do what you got to do, if you want to be there Holler at your boy.

Okeechobee is boring, but its more a test of mental fortitude then it is the miles. 120 miles is really not that difficult, but pedaling flat into headwind for that long IS.

ALSO, Saturday morning, 8am, RiverBend Park in Jupiter. YOU want to ride with the Indian. You want to ride with the Singletrack Samurai and ROB Roberts HURACAN WORLD CHAMPION. Come on then bring it. I looked at the Satellite pictures of where we are starting from, Hell I could map out a ride now if they don't got one, LOL.

SHRED PLEASE.

Take care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

SOuLooShUNz

So, you ride. Ride all the time. Ride Road all the time. AND your Fast, Fast as hell.... ON the Road. Once you get in the woods, you feel like a rookie.

Maybe you have considered that so much hammering on the road is good for fitness, but does hardly nothing for your technical skills. SO all of that fitness you got, is useless.

Does this sound like you?
I know it happened to me for a while. On the road I could hang with the A group, in the woods the A group would drop me like a bad habit.

Of course the simple solution is to ride more in the woods. BUT, that may not be easy for some of you, and the Road is all you got.
My advice -- is to Dirty up your road ride a bit.

So today here are some tips to work on your off road skills while riding on road.

You have to first realize that your road bike is not made of butter. It can very well handle more then what you give it credit for, so have no fear to ride it in above average manner. Have no fear of putting your POWER on the machine. IF, riding your road bike in Obtuse manners bothers you then pull out the Moutain bike and go for it. Keep the Knobbies on, consider it resistance training.

The first thing I recommend is sidewalk surfing. Often the Sidewalk will have twist and turns. It will be tight and it will wind with uneven pavement. Lot's more elevation changes at time then the road it parallels. Map you out a good loop of all sidewalks and it works on a couple of different skills.

Focus. Singletrack riding is inherently harder because you are having to work at going fast and at the very same time, negotiating 101 tiny obstacles and a terrain that is not static but dynamic. Sidewalk are the closest paved simulation to this. Riding sidewalks will help you develop and maintain the focus you need for riding singletrack.

IMPORTANT: Remember, when sidewalk surfing, ride towards traffic and always check all your directions when approaching intersections. You want to ride towards traffic so that you can see a car planning to turn vs. having a turning car in your blind spot.

Make your Road Ride More Technical. Yes you can make it more technical,

how you ask?

Different ways.

Take a drive and find the roughest roads you can. The kind of roads that rattle your bars. Keeping a smooth stroke and trajectory on nasty roads is a good skill to master. Find a route with lots of turns and lots of starts and stops. This simulates the tight switch backs and accelerations you may have to encounter when doing particularly twisty trails and or trails with steep or tight switchbacks. Finally, find a good dirt road. I started my road bike dirt road riding 6 years ago. I had a little 3 mile loop that I would time trial. I simply love hitting a corner at 17mph and feeling the road wheels drifting on the sand. SKILLZ...

SEEK the elevation. Find a route that has all of this. Sidewalk, starts and stops, dirt roads, LOTS OF CLIMBING. Not only add Climbing to your regular route but also seek to make it harder and more technical. (example: THE SAMURAI ROUBAIX) BTW there is no sidewalk on the roubaix.

Now use these tips, not only can you get a little better skills transfer when you go off road, but it will make you a better ON road cyclist as well.

comments??

Take care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN