EPiSoDe FoUr: WaY To F****N HoNeSt....

I'm all for Honesty. I think Honesty is paramount. It is a beautiful thing when two humans can build trust thru expression that is frank and open.

WELL, I met this chick. She was from Argentina. Seemed nice. To be HONEST I didn't think there was any way that we could connect and I had not even met her yet. I just didn't think it was possible.

BUT, I still wanted to meet her in real life.

She called me.

Right off the bat I hated her voice. THEN, she tells me a couple of things that just turned me off.

1. I smoke
2. I am a couch potato
3. I'm Lazy
4. I often go to the store in my Pajamas
5. I am unemployed
6. I live with a friend

WOW. Honesty is good but damn, 2 minutes into our first conversation ever and there is no way I would ever date this chick.

We made plans to meet for Coffee and she cancelled at the last minute. We made plans again and I cancelled to go out with another more promising chick.

In the end we never met and I have not heard from her in days. Guess its all for the best right, cause I was just wanting to meet her as well, for the sake of Friendship cause I knew there was no way there would be a Romantic Match.

Honesty is a good thing, but DAMN!

Take care,

The NaKeD InDiaN

2010 IdiDaRiDe STeP On A CrAcK BrEaK Yo MaMa's BAcK

All pics taken by Mike Shea. Don't know who you are but thanks.


On Two Hours of sleep I piloted the Platypus at break neck speed toward the home of Robert Roberts. A little late and bleary eyed from the previous nights donkey ride, I loaded up and we rolled out towards White Springs Florida.

Every year I make this pilgrimage to pay homage to the funnest ride in North Florida. It is one that the first time I did almost destroyed me. I remember pedaling along the double track in the Granny gear cause my legs were demolished.

Since, I have conquered this ride and dominated, much like a Man does his Mate that he has been with for years. I rode this ride Single Speed 26. Rode it on my Cyclocross way before everyone got on the Cyclocross kick. Last year I did it Single Speed 29er Fixed gear. This year I brought back my Mamasita for a rematch. The first time we did it we completed it, but I had to hike SEVERAL miles due to an exploded 7 inch gash in my Small Block 8 side wall.

The weather, was perfect, yet I still chuckled at the over bundled riders who were geared up as if they were heading into the depths of the Alaskan Tundra. Wow, am I the only one who has any respect for the fine art of Acclimation? Regardless, as we readied swiftly and ate the grain products that were offered, we got dressed, Rob Roberts and I, and before we knew it, the 400 riders were off the front.

WTF? its 857 am not 9.

Ok, well, no never mind. We set off.

Now I know that its important to devour the first 9 miles as fast as possible and pass as many as possible, literally ride like a super charged expert XC racer A hole, only to get in front of as many as you can when you finally hit the single track. I like to enjoy my single track and not hold anyone up or be held up.

Well, hammer we did, and eventually we hit some bottlenecks...




Got by the bottle necks and did more work and started munching on some fresh single track. We kind of had to settle into a pack cause there were a ton of riders in Front, so we just dealt with it.

A rider comes up..."can I get by"...

As if I don't want to pass the people in front of me. Dood if I could be off the front I would too. I was kind of perturbed by his request. I told him to wait, that I was waiting as well.

As soon as the trail opened up he zipped by, and so did I, in fact, I chased him down on purpose and we rolled into stop 1 almost at the same time, BUT, I had taken off with hardly any water but the old one that I had in the bottle from the fixie ride I did at Rob's house. LOL. So I had to stop.

I thought about that guy all day and thought about chasing him down all day. .LOL..

We refueled quick and rolled out again. Eventually getting stuck behind another rider in the single track.

Again, I get some guys behind me requesting to pass. I'm like you wanna pass me, dood I wanna pass this guy too, I'm trying not to be XC racer douche. SO, they guy moves over, and Rob Takes off, then I take off after Rob. Needless to say the ones who wanted to pass me, once I put the gap down, never closed it.

We rolled Stop two and encountered nothing but puddles and mud, as good as you can find in any cyclocross race. I am a trail Slut, so I love crap like this. I loved the puddles and the wetness and the adversity, I'm sure other riders cried. But at the end of the day, its a beautiful time in the woods, so get over it.




We hammered and hammered all day long. Rode with all we had, keeping our stops brief.

At one point I went over the bars and smashed my face into the ground. That freaking pissed me off so bad. I couldn't believe it I hardly ever crash. Then another time, while riding thru a series of whoops I hit this gigantic pyramid root and it totally smashed my balls and groin. I Had to stop and freaking enjoy that pain for a minute.

Rob had to pop in a tube. Then we hauled as some more. I had to keep moving cause I could feel my thigh getting stiff, but eventually we hit the final stretch, continuing to hunt down riders since the lady at the next to last stop told us we were 34 and 35 coming into that stop. So I got amped and pretend it to race it and 10 miles later, we pulled ourselves up to 18 for Rob and 20 for me I was about to get the 19Th spot, but he was 10 bike lengths in front of me and 10 away from the official finish so I sat down.

I always hammer this ride, I enjoy it. I have come along way from that rider 9 years ago who had to use the granny gear to finish a flat ride and had to take a nap in the middle, OMG. I think back, I had to pack extra clothes and wear a huge camelback mule and now, I do it, with two bottles and no pack.

progression is good.

Take Care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

EPiSoDe THREE: ThAt WAS my PIC 40 PouNdS AgO

Not long after meeting H & C 20 something, I got another hit on the line, LOL. This girl actually seemed really nice and her pics were super FOXY. She was from Puerto Rico which I was digging and our conversations had been going great.

So great in fact that I started putting a little bit of Flirt down and I asked her out and she agreed. I was kind of excited about it. I thought for sure this maybe someone I could really get to know better maybe build something significant with.

WELL, the last thing I messaged her about was a bad experience someone I knew had, whereas the picture didn't match the person at all, it was them but several pounds ago. I had not even considered the possibility that someone would lie about stuff on the web or put up fake pictures. I felt so Naive.

Anyhow, what I said, was, do you think your overly critical of yourself?

Cause I seen pictures where girls describe themselves as average and they look great, or they say they have a few extra pounds and they look perfect or they say they are athletic and they are WAY OVERWEIGHT.

Her Description said a few extra pounds but her picture definitely did not look like it. So i asked, do you think your overly critical of yourself. She said not overly.

Next day I was gonna head to Clermont to do Rob's ride, and I sent her an email that started with Hello Friend, looking forward to meeting you, have a great day, etc. I get an email back, saying that she thinks I'm looking for a serious girlfriend when she just wants to hang out and be friends. WTF, the email I sent STARTED WITH HELLO FRIEND?

I started thinking about it, and I figured, that she was probably way fatter then the pics and when I brought that subject up, she didn't want to meet and disappoint. The way she was flirting Friday night, it sure seemed like she wanted to be more than friends, LOL. I would of still been her friend even if she was chunky. I want to get in as many social circles as possible and I don't discriminate on that basis for friendship. For other things, maybe, but not friendship.

Regardless, I responded to her email, tried to explain to her that friends was fine, but she never responded. WASTE OF TIME, LMAO.

Laters,

Take Care,

The NaKeD InDiaN

EPiSoDe TWO: The TaLe of The Hot &CoLd 20 SomEthiNg

The way this Online thing works. You scan, and when you seem someone you like, you write them an Email.

Then you look at your send box incessantly waiting to see if they read it. Sometimes they read it and that's it. Sometimes they read it and delete it. Which at first stings. But then you learn there is something worse than reading and Deleting and that's Unreading and Deleting. That means they just looked at your picture, hated your face and deleted it not even caring about what you had to say.

ALL and I mean ALL the women are looking for a good respectful Man. AT least that's what they say, I get the impression, that they are looking to score some Male Tale and that's the truth.

ANY how.

After sending about 70 emails. I got a response. From MS. HOT & COLD. Cute, 23 year old 5 foot 5 brown hair brown eyes. Petite. Nice looking.

Emails were exchanged, I dropped my phone number in one of them and about 1 week later she text me. We exchange text, that same night she calls, we converse and hang up.

Next morning, she sends me a pic. Not anything racy just a regular pic. We text and chat, off and on.

Morning after that she sends me a pic of her in Lingerie. We keep texting and chat. It will be a nice little conversation that drops off just as fast.

Then for days nothing. Till about a week later we start dirty talking. And dirty texting. I will not describe what that involves but its Dirty. I eventually get to see every inch of this girl, but I cant nail her down for a date or a meeting and I am simply not asking anymore.

To this day, she still text and flirts, and that's it, NO date, NO meeting. Truly a puzzler.

I have postulated on what this all could mean?

At first I thought it was a Man playing games, but then after all the PHONE pics I ventured not. Then I even entertained the Idea she was underage, but I venture NOT. Now I am starting to think that she has a Boyfriend and just likes the extra attention this dating site affords her.

SO, not much to say more then that, except the pics are nice and they are sure fun to look at.

Laters,

Take Care,

The NaKeD InDiaN

ShReDDiN The CitY: EpisodE 1, The OFFer

Well. I will not name the sites that I have been exploring. No give the ladies names. BUT, I can tell you it has been several. And so far its been interesting.

As always I have been honest. I am looking for a nice woman who can appreciate the fine qualities I have to offer.

I have talked about myself, on some sites, I talked more about how I care and treat my ladies. On another site I talked more about who I am and what I do. On one site, I said nothing at all, and then the other, I let the actual computer write my intro.

Believe you me, I hate that I am resorting to the INTERNET to meet a match or a mate. BUT, my friend who is getting married in June actually met his lady on one of the sites I am using. SO, being that I work such a crazy schedule and I lead such a busy life, I am on the hunt.

Now my offer is simple. All I am offering at first is Friendship. That's it, nothing more, nothing less. Friends, simple enough right.

I figure, if I can make some friends at least I will have someone to hang out with, if I make a love match, all the better. BUT, as it is, right now, I'm not ready for a Love match. I really don't feel emotionally ready to get into a dedicated committed relationship again (no homo).

So far it has been interesting, disappointing, upsetting and amusing. Elating at times, and enlightening at others. It has been nothing short of entertaining and interesting, but alas has not yielded one official dates in the 2.5 weeks that I have been at it... It's definitely created lots of interesting paradox's and situations. It almost feels as if I am conducting a study on the female species. AS it stands, I don't have much faith in the fairer gender, but I'm sure with time that will change.

All I know, is I have to strike while the iron is hot.

At first, I was depressed at the prospect of doing all this work, but then I said, it could be worst. I could be OBESE, OLD AND SINGLE, whereas I am just Old and SINGLE.

LOL..

Check back for Episode 2, properly entitled the case of the HOT and COLD 20 something...

Take care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

StR8 GaNgStEr MaCk

*all pics courtesy of Sandpine, thanks!*


Only 20 days into the New Year and this year has been as odd as it gets.

Let's take a tally.

Plenty of Teen child Drama.

Down 8lbs since the drop of the clock.

One dirty 52, two roadie fixie rides.

Already in love with my fixie road modification, dont i look lean!

AND

On line Dating.

That's right folks. The LOS is back on the market. Painted my face, loaded my elephant gun and I am firing away trying to make connections, find new matches, see what the fantastic world of being single has to offer (incidentally you got a single friend that needs hooking up, I am interested, LOL)

I took a long enough Hiatus. Kept myself off the market long enough. Now its time to release the beast.

I look so fast in this picture, LOL.. AGGRO

I have had some nibbles, some bites. Both of them way out of my age range, but well within my league. Interesting stories that I have every intention of sharing at some point, just not at this moment.Lots of coasting by taking my feet of the pedals and catching them, SP was impressed..LOL

It's been interesting, its been fun and its been humbling. But O well, the LOS had to do something. I don't usually have the convenience of meeting girls the ole fashion way. I work with men and only men and the only woman worthwhile in the office, really likes her love/hate relationship that she has going with her man.

SO, probably tomorrow I will start the Shred in the city series.(modeled after sex in the city) For all my readers to enjoy, the Chronicles of the Naked Indian on a hunt for a new mate!!

LOL.

Ya, o well fellas. I tell you this, if you got a wife that you Love, appreciate it, cause you never know how long it may last. I have learned Nothing is forever. So cherish.

Saturday made my way out to my Favorite place to go play Roadie, Clermont Florida. ON this day I got to hang out with Rob "the Hammer", Mike "Blond Afro" and Marcel "The SandPine". R0b and Mike wanted to do 50. I was driving out to meet with them and I'm like, I'm on a fixie bike, that weighs 8 lbs more than theirs geared at 42 x 17, I think I will do 30 skip the flats and the tiny rollers and just go straight to the Hardcore banging. Without giving Marcel a choice I told him he was coming with me. And thankfully he was nice enough to wait on me at the top of climbs as I pushed an incredibly gigantic gear up hill several times.

The good news is I made every climb. Even the infamous Sugarloaf. On one Gigantic gear. I figure if I do that a couple of more times I will be plenty strong when I decide to go out and crush the Huracan route, which is coming up soon, very, very soon.

Sunday was a gloomy day in Karlos' Land. I was just bummed out. Monday was no better. But Tuesday the light started shining thru and Today seems even better than yesterday.

It's like I was telling my friend last night. I am going thru some of the Hardest years of my life. I am being constantly tested and challenged. I am not getting a get out of jail free card, on all levels I continue to be tested to my very limits. It's incredible what I have endured and continue to go thru, but I persevere. Sometimes the hardest part of this is facing reality and last night and today, I took some harsh hits and forced myself to accept.

Well that's whats up with me...

LOL..

take care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

VienteYNueve

Sitting around a campfire a year or two ago, I engaged in an argument with several team mates. An argument of which got heated....

I was a rebel back then. Trying to preach the good word. Trying to show everyone the power, the talent and the sheer ferocity of something I believed in.

I wanted everyone to join the revolution. I wanted everyone to experience the benefits I experienced.

I even made bold predictions. In 2 years, ain't no one gonna be using that old technology.

WELL, I was wrong. Its been 2 years, and it seems to have tapered off. Those that appreciate the old tech are still on the old tech. And all the teasing and arguing didn't prove a thing or make any difference.

Do I still think its better. Yes. Do I still think that it has obvious advantages and benefits. YES. Do I argue about it anymore, NO.

Truth be told, If I was to tour south of the border I would probably have to use the old technology. From the countless blogs I have read, that's all you can pretty much find. You can buy that tech in wal mart in a pinch to get out of trouble.

SO, being the true warrior I am, I have no fear in admitting when I was mistaken. No fear at all. It is the character of a truly good person that can admit his mistakes and short comings.

So I was wrong.

It didn't catch on.

But I still love what I got when I roll with mines.

Take care,

The NaKeD InDiaN

FiXiE DeAtH MaChInE!!!

I have a deep love for a bike that don't coast.

Tonight... Be it frigid or not the time has come to do road duties. And the Fixie machine is currently set up for just that.

Pedal, pedal, pedal...

Last time I rode it was Christmas and the 10 mile ride I did was painful. O so Painful. A short 10 miles and I really felt it. Almost killed myself too. Today I will do a little longer and Saturday I will do as much of Rob Robert's stroll as I can.. Cant wait to see How Clermont and I fare in this battle of non coasting goodness.

For the time being, until that 42 x 17 feels like its not torture, I will call the War machine the Death machine. LOL...

It's fun to me to test my limits...

Tell me, whats your passion?

Take care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

ThE LoOk

What am I speaking on? Well its not the Infamous Lance Armstrong Look,

its something that I have suspected for awhile, and now confirmed it this past weekend at the Tour De Felasco.

Cant remember when it first happened, and I was not sure what was happening. In Fact it took several public outings and appearances across the southeast for me to confirm what I suspected.

What does the "look" Look like...

Well kinda like this:

What does it mean?

At first I had no idea... But it means that they are wondering if that's the guy from that one web site, the Naked Indian. Frankly, I mean, its not polite to stare, but at this point I have gotten pretty used to it. Men do it, women do it, I actually prefer people just to come up and throw out a hand shake and ask me or just talk to me.

I got lots of hand shakes and thank yous' at the Tour de Felasco. I'm pretty used to it, you put yourself out there it happens. Most of the time its extremely sincere and it does make me feel really good about myself and my silly Lil blog. Most comical Greeting I got on Saturday, was not a lady who knew who I was, just a lady who remembered me from Ididaride.

She said: "Hey I remember you, you were the one walking around shirtless at the start of the Ididaride last year.."

Yes, that was me, I said to her... Glad that I was memorable.

So in short. If you see me and you recognize me, either don't stare, or just talk to me, I don't bite, I am actually not as self centered and as stuck up as I seem on my blog, I'm actually a very, very nice person, that is one of the ugly little secrets about me, that only my closest friends know.

Take Care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

HeLL oF ThE NoRtH: Part 1 of the Series,..... TouR De SanFelaSco

Well... Anyone who was there will tell you... This had to be the coldest one ever... Unique in many aspects... They offered the 62mile option... Ya, Ya, I know I wanted to do the 62, but after settling in and seeing the gap, I figured I wanted to finish at a reasonable time and opted for the 52. Even with the 52 you ride some sections twice, doing the 62 would of required a Lil more backtracking. I sat there and contemplated it, but then I said, Nah, Imma go for the 52 and stick a feather in my cap and call it macaroni...

The eve before was anti climactic. I was not that pumped up, not that psyched, not that excited. Rob Roberts was down right giddy. Seriously, I believe I heard him giggle a couple of times. Regardless, the morning of the rise was steady, the packing was done briefly and we rolled out at 545am heading towards the NORTH. On the way there we encountered seemingly microscopic pieces of ice falling from the sky. WE could hear them pelting the car, and we could feel them if we stuck our arms out the windows, but you couldn't really see them even in the headlights...

I believe they call this SNOW around here. And if this is SNOW, then I cant wait till I encounter the real thing, LOL...

WE got there on time, and boy was it chilly... I met a guy who follows the Blog, John, I hope I remember his name right. Met several Blog readers that morning and it always makes me feel real good to see that somehow these people found my annoying musings entertaining and read it and appreciate the work I am doing with all these dirty ambitions. I leaked to him the Transflorida, which I just leaked to everyone, that's right folks. Dirty from coast to coast... It can be done and were doing it...

Anyhow, got suited up, got our stuff together and we rolled out. For a good part of the morning I felt like the domestique. I set pace for a while, then after several miles, the boys took the front, and then after they waited for me at lunch for lord knows how long, I told them to hammer on without me. Truth be told, I had found my groove, and I felt good with it, and I would have just hurt myself trying to keep up. The last time I touched a bike was 3 weeks ago, when I took the fixie out Christmas day? And before that was the Huracan attempt. I tell you what, If I was to ride more and prepare better I could probably be a threat to these fast boys and gals around here. Cause for the first couple of hours all we did was absorb people and get to the front of the group.

Eventually, as always, I was alone and I was OK with it. I was enjoying. With the exception of my toes, and my nose, I felt fine. Wool is probably the most miraculous Organic material for cold weather managing that I have ever used. The only problem with being alone sometimes is that you think. So I spent a lot of time thinking about a certain someone that I don't need to devote so much thought too any longer. And, although I avoided sadness, there were some close moments there.

Eventually I settled into my pack. I would pass a group of people or guys, they would pass me and back and forth, till we were close to the end and I was happy O so happy to get out of these clothes and get warm.

With 2 miles left, MK, who had ridden the longer route, caught me, (damn) so I actually picked up the pace to avoid getting caught by Rob Roberts, who had also taken the longer route. After all my strategy for taking the traditional route was so that they would not have to wait for me or vice a versa.

The ride ended, I got my shirt, we got changed and we left. Rob Roberts was shivering Like I have never seen and it took a little bit of time in the car before he warmed up. Felt bad, cause I fell right asleep after we ate dinner and headed towards Clermont. But Rob, is the man and he held it together. Boy, it was a whole different amount of calorie burn, riding, climbing and staying warm.

I have not pulled the official GPS file, BUT, I started at 817am, ended at 326pm, rode 52 miles. Major props to the Felasco crew for accurate mileage numbers. In the past, they tell you this far to here or this far to the finish and its more mythology then reality, not the case this time. Countdowns help me when motivation is low and when they said, it was this far, it indeed was. I dig that. Accurate numbers, the other rides should take notes on this.

Well, I got the Ididaride next, in two weeks, and then I am going to go out and attempt to conquer the Huracan, I am betting dimes to donuts that were going to be cold for the rest of the month, boy am I going to miss those $60 electric bills.

Good ride, Super cold, but We did the work...

Take Care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

HeLL oF ThE NoRtH

WHAT TIME IS IT, GAME TIME, WHAT TIME IS IT, GAME TIME!!!!!


O ya... Tomorrow all you Shittake talking mofos will experience what I call the beautiful suffering.

Tomorrow you will experience Cold and WET... I tried to tell you, cold, OK, wet OK, cold + wet, extreme suffering...

I tried to tell you guys a couple of days ago you weren't ready, but Now I will really tell you, YOU AIN'T READY.

So, I tell you what, unless you love pain, you should probably stay home if you wake up tomorrow and its raining.

For real. I love my fellow Floridian cyclist. Even your kids are telling you to do the right thing!!

But I have learned after putting on some fun, but challenging events, you guys are a fair weather bunch. You want perfect weather, groomed trails, fully supported sag stops, back rubs, manned bicycle clean up spots, t shirts, and beer sags. And I don't fault you.. Why else would you live in Florida, the sunshine state, by definition this place is about fair weather.

So my expectation is that 75% of you wont know what to do yourself tomorrow when Ice is falling from the sky and the windchill factor puts temps into the high teens.

Myself, being an expert of challenging myself(which is what real athletes and adventurers do) well guide you.

Here is the budget way to help yourself not suffer so bad.Start off with a can of this you big pussy!

1. buy some dish washing gloves.
2. get some rain gear or go to wal mart and buy some rain gear.
3. get some plastic bags.
4. get some wool socks.
5. layer up but don't over do it, remember your gonna be moving.
6. get a wool shirt.
7. get a hat or a hood or something to wear under your head.

So under your gloves or as your gloves wear the dish washing gloves.
Dress down and put your cheap rain suit over your gear.
before putting on your sock, put them plastic bags on your feet.
Put on them wool socks now.
Recommended layers. Base, wool, layer two lycra, layer three wool, layer four if needed a cycling shirt to represent your sponsor or favorite brand. Arm warmers, then on top of that your rain jacket.
Bring a bag to stuff layers in.
Get a cycling cap or a woolly cap and put that under your helmet.
Now your ready, at least better prepared.

Stay moving and don't pit stop longer then 3 minutes, learn to eat while your rolling. You wanna survive don't you...

Wear some clear glasses, theirs gonna be mud, Ice and blood and guts.

Good luck...

See ya there!!!

HTFU dot com.

Laters,

Dont listen to me, listen to the great creator, Amen

The NaKeD InDiaN

TuG o WhAtEvEr...

(This pic has nothing to do with the subjec,t I did a google search for the word IN and this was one of my choices, watch how many hits I get today.. LOL)

So, I had a ticket, then I didn't have a ticket, now I got a ticket again.

Now to talk Felasco business. I have not read a thing about it and hear rumours that I can ride 62 miles. IN!

Can Rob and I finish in Six hours? Well we are sure damn well gonna try, IN.

What bike will I be riding? Well, I got my fixie all cyclocrossed up, I wanna leave it that way, so the only MTB I got is the Black BEAuty. SO Geared and coasting IN.

Rob and I will hang out, it will be his SECOND Felasco, so that makes it UBER FUN, IN.

I will probably skip stop 1, stop at 2. roll thru lunch, stop at 4 and then fill up at 5 then finish the BEAST, IN.

What does this mean, it means fun fun fun. Thick wool socks, wool shirts and arm warmers all day comfort. I don't think I will need my super fat gloves cause I expect to be standing and pedaling, not sitting and freezinG, did I say IN.

See ya there, say hi if you recognize me, if you don't know what I look like it will the strikingly handsome man with the natural long hair insulation flowing, that's right folks, when its cold, I can let the locks HANG, IN.

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

WeLL

I got a ticket. So the Drama regarding that is over.

thanks so much for the ticket.

As for the Blog. Man...

It's been So rough lately. I feel like I am really letting down my 20 or so faithful readers with the lack of interesting topics and the doom and gloomy post.

Its tough when what you do is write about yourself and your life to not let all the elements of whats going on leak into your writing.

I like to write, enjoy it, thus the reason I started a blog. I never really knew how far it would go or what would happen or if anyone would read, but I did it anyways.

And now, LOL, dare I say I feel like a completely different person than I did a year ago. I am on the edge of a dark dark forest that I must navigate with no real light and no real direction. How far will I have to walk, how long will I have to walk, will I have enough food, will I have enough water, will I ever make it out.

Truth be told, I used to feel like a very passionate person, but at this time, I am having a hard time just finding the passion to do anything extracurricular. I still get up everyday, and care for my children and go to work and do what I have to do, but aside from that I am having difficulty doing much else.

I am hoping to change all that. LOL, my mood is so melancholy all I can think about are poems to write, LOL... Will this Blog turn into bad poetry corner, I hope not. I have even considered just deleting it so that my 20 faithful readers will not have to suffer with me any longer. LOL...

I decided yesterday, after the past two days of Single Parent Related drama to give up my Bid to race the Pisgah 36. I just don't think I will have the money to get up there and do it, and the ample time to prepare for that event and the Huracan. Since the Huracan is local I plan to focus on that, I really wanna see if I can win a 300 mile event.. Well see, I am trying hard to find the motivation, at this time it is difficult.

It is truly a dark place I have been in, and I am doing my best to find my way out.

Can you say Bleak?

Take care,

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

YoU DOnT KnoW NaaN

Seriously folks. Have you seen the weather reports for the 2010 Tour De San Felasco. Its gonna be in the 20's, seriously do you know how cold that is?

That my friends is below freezing, that my friends means that your toes are gonna hurt, your face is gonna burn, your finger tips will be numb.

On top of that, the route is even longer this year, 62 miles, that my friends is 100 kilometers.

Whats the point of all this.

Your not ready. YOU, I'm talking to YOU, are not ready. You don't want any part of this. I tell you what, special limited time offer just for YOU.

Let me do the ride for YOU. Let me, pedal the miles and deal with the cold, and the shirt, I will ship it to you at no cost. So you get almost all the benefits of the ride without any of the suffering. Your money gets put to use, you get the shirt, I pedal the miles and deal with the harsh wintery alachua conditions.

DO IT.

email me Naked indian at single track samurai dot com.

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

ThE LoSt

Indeed. Being Lost is a scary feeling.

One time, My good friend and I were on a "journey" in the forest. Late at night, riding the white trail towards the river at Econolokahatchee.

And at some point I just lost the blazes.

I could feel the panic settling in.

It was dark, the Trail Rat lights we have only last 2 hours tops, so soon our lights were gonna die, and I could not figure out where the trail went.

For a moment the thoughts of being lost in the forest raced thru my head. What was I gonna do, where would I go, how would I get out, what is the solution.

I managed to calm myself down and just back tracked till I found the blazes again and we just scrapped the ride to the river mission and headed back to the boardwalk we had been hanging out at.

Eventually, we made it, but the lights died and we had to ride that trail in the dark.

Often my friend and I joke about Superior Jedi skills, well we sure pulled them out that night, navigating that overgrown super buff singletrack with no lights. Did I mention it was rooty with creek crossings.

The Owl is a nocturnal animal that hunts at night and can see in the lowest of light settings. It has very big eyes that it uses to absorb more available light and see thru the darkness.

I need to be able to see thru this darkness right now.

I need my Jedi skills right now.

I need not panic from this Lost feeling.

Happy New Year folks, 2009 GET THE F*** out of here, 2010 has got to be better.

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

CaNt Do It!

It was a warm summer morning as I scanned the event listings of Mountain Bike Magazine that I saw the listing for a 50 mile off road Eco tour In San Felasco.

I thought to myself? 50 off road miles. Mind you, this was back in the day when 50 off road miles was something I considered to be insurmountable. I still remember how grueling my first Ididaride was. Coincidentally, my first Ididaride, as hard as it was, was my second fastest only to last years time, on the Fixie War where I KILLED.

Since they have offered the Tour de Felasco I have made the ride and participated. Have not missed a year. BUT, in the past 3 recent years, the registration always seems to hit when I am the most financially distressed. AND, because the thing fills up in 3 days or less, I rarely ever get in. SAD, so SAD.

So every year, I am left to beg and Scramble for a spot.

This year is no different.

If you don't feel up to it, cant make the ride, don't want to make the ride, Let me tell you this up front, I hear its gonna be cold and raining.

Email me at Nakedindian at Singletrack Samurai dot com. I am trying to take the entire Singletrack Samurai Productions crew up there, so Ideally I am looking for 2 tickets.

EDIT, NOW ONLY LOOKING FOR 1 TICKET TO THE TOUR!!!!

HIT ME UP, you know your not up for it, WE ARE.

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

ThIS HeAdS NoT BiG EnoUgH foR the Two OF us!

Wow. Tug of war up inside my cranium.

Trying to find peace in all of the perceived chaos my universe has crumbled too.

Seems simple at time. Others, I am left puzzled and perplexed and downright miserable.

This weekend was interesting. Although in my mind I wanted to ride, my heart was not in it. Did 10 rain drenched miles Christmas day and found excuses the rest of the weekend to not ride.

Took out the fixie machine, damn 42 x 17 is a hard gear but relatively easy to maintain a 16mph avg, not alot of effort to achieve that.

BUT man, did it make me sore, in weird places. At one point almost went over the bars when I forgot it I couldn't coast and it majik jaked me into the sickest nose wheelie I have done in a long time.

Part of me wants to find focus in preparing for the Huracan ITT and the Pisgah 36. I am so Leary of cold and wet and yet I am going to sign up to do just that. Do you sleep during the Pisgah 36? I better, cause I get sleepy sometimes. Man, that race is gonna be tough. The logistics are blowing my mind and I am choosing to ignore it and focus instead on the prep.

Whats the prep? New technology and lots of cold rides till I find that the cold doesn't bother me. I somehow need to make sure I tech up, on a budget. Gosh, why does on a budget have to be part of something so crucial as not freezing to death. And snow? I suspect there will be snow. Never ever ridden in Snow, I guess I will slap on my fattest tires, them being the Panaracer Rampages and hope for the best.

Wow, the first time I will get to experience snow will be in that race, along with freezing cold conditions. Preparation is gonna be essential.

The year is coming to a close and I am wanting 2010 to be better than last year. Seems like my head is on right and my mind is moving in the right direction. Seems like I am getting better up in my head space. Accepting some realities, establishing new agreements and truths.

O what challenges lay in my path.

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

WhaT R U DoInG!!!

So, its Christmas Eve and I am at work, at my desk doing the good work. BOY I tell you what in these challenging economic times its good to be employed, so no real complaints.

I had vacation time this year and each time I had a vacation it was spent taking care of one problem or another, not such a fun thing to happen when your supposed to be doing nothing. Regardless, I still found time in those off moments to enjoy.

So This evening and tomorrow I get to see my brothers and my nieces and my nephews. This year I plan on being a good Uncle and getting all my nieces and nephews gifts. Truth be told, I am probably the worst Uncle in the world, but I'm working on improving that.

In Fact, thru the advent of the not to be named social networking site, I have been able to improve as an UNCLE. I talk more to my nieces now then I ever had, since they message me all the time when they see me logged on.

So, Family time today and tomorrow. Then what? Well, I made a secret pact with myself to get on the bike everyday this weekend. SO, that means I will go pedal early tomorrow, maybe go to Santos with Rob on Saturday and then maybe some more dirty/solo miles on Sunday. Friday eve? No plans... Saturday Eve, No plans, Sunday Eve, no plans... So who knows, well see what happens. Maybe I will go out and do grown up type things and act like a young man who has no cares and no responsibilities.

Feels kind of good to look at all the possibilities.

Made a funny observation over the past couple of days. Lately, like for the past couple of weeks, I have had trouble sleeping. But the past few nights I have slept well. I think I know and understand why the sudden change, but I care not to elaborate on an explanation, just feels good to get some rest. I don't know if it was a psychological change or just the side effects from 94 dirty miles last Friday. Sometimes that does indeed happen to me, after a seriously hard effort, for days, I will require more rest than usual.

So happy Holidays to you and yours, get out there and enjoy, Life is a highway, and My plan is to keep pedaling along till I see an interesting sight or I reach the next town, whichever comes first!

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

BLuE.....

Normally one of my favorite colors, but recently just the way I have been feeling.

I have been spending way too much time thinking and pondering why things happen in life in certain ways to certain people.

I have had several responses and even a most courageous effort by one of my Nieces who is reading a book about the meaning of life, "to get back to me" when she finishes it. Very sweet.

BUT, this year, was so unbelievably hard, in so many ways, and it doesn't seem to be letting up, in fact, its full steam ahead as the year comes to a close with more bad news and unfortunate happenings.

Maybe its mid life crisis, but lately I have been doing way too much reflecting an way too much looking back and my life and wondering what it all means.

Envious at times when I see people who seem to have all the things I wish I had. Angry that things are not turning out the way I want.

It's a total bummer the way I have been feeling lately. In fact, Last weekend I was hoping to gain some escape and some release for the way I have been feeling, but it seems in a sense that it added to my feelings when it turned out "not so good" and the trip had to be scrapped because of my obligatory time constraints.

Life is so confusing at this juncture. I wish I could have some clarity. I keep looking back to a year ago and remembering how much happier and satisfied I was.

Ain't that something.

Bummer post y'all... Wont make y0u suffer thru too many more of these...

And no you cant ask for the two minutes of your life you just spent reading this back.

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN

ItS NoT as EaSy As It LooKs: HuRaCaN RePorT

So, I have gotten really good and really effective at packing.

Friday morning, bike was loaded up with packs as I headed up to work, to spend my half day there, cleaning and organizing and preparing to leave by 2pm.

A hustle here a Bustle there and I get Rob Roberts and we haul Ass to Tucker Hill trailhead for the start of the 300 mile tour.

Rob was only gonna do about 100 plus miles of the trip with us, but Heck, He is a great friend and the more the merrier when it comes to adventures.

The weather was Ominous as You could feel the humidity in the air.

When we arrived at Tucker Hill, Low and Behold, where the Hell was "Kanning".

The convo went like this:

Nk: "Kanning, were at Tucker Hill, where are you at?"

Kanning: "Liars"

back and forth for about `10 minutes with the end result being he was still at home.

(say this next part, ala Simpsons Character, the Superintendant Chalmers yelling at Princinple Skinner,)

KANNING~!~!

So TWO HOURS LATER, we roll out.

Now, you sit at home, and you hear about a trip, but, riding a fully loaded bike with a fully loaded pack, is alot harder than you think it is. Food for thought.

Its not impossibly hard, but until you experience it, its real easy to look at these rides and just say, hey, doesnt sound so difficult etc, etc.

We rolled out, 30 miles later, were on the withlacoochee, and its pissing rain and its cold.

15 miles later were at Circle K warming up, eating grub. 1100 calories out of the 2200 I brought were already gone and we still had an estimated 60 or so miles to go.

We ate, warmed up, got batteries, got outside suited up.

From there on Green Swamp, Kanning and Roberts hammer away from me and I am left alone. Its dark, its cold, its wet, and all I can think about is how good it would feel to crawl in my sleeping bag and sleep.

So many people out at 3am, WTF, we finally hit pavement, then back to dirt, then I stop at the fire station. Lube my squeaky chain, refill my water, and pop in my headphones. Roberts said we got 19 miles left. So I get into work it out mode.

AND I start riding strong again, feeling good, ignoring the Freezing temp and the harsh conditions.

THEN, we make a LEFT on US 27 into one the most fearest Headwind I have ever encountered in 2009.

So strong in fact that at top effort all I could muster was 7.1 mph.

On the downhills I could only get up to 9mph and I was working.

Feeling very demorralized and pretty much ready to shoot myself in the face, seriously.

I get to the top of a gradual climb, find Kanning and Roberts there. Here is how the conversation went.

Roberts: We got two miles to Hancock.

NK: According to my count we got two miles left.

Roberts: nah, two miles to the turn, then 7 more miles, then two more miles.

NK: Somebody KILL ME>...

I pull my bike into the grass, break out my sleeping bag and crawl in it fully dressed. I was DONE.

It had taken all my motivation to have ridden the past 19 miles, I did not have 11 more in me.

I bivy'd up and waited for a pick up or the sunlight whichever came first.

I actually, shivering and all, fell asleep, was woken by the strongest urge to pee.

After an 11 minute argument with myself, I unzipped the bag and let loose with the extra water. It had been like the 10th time I peed. Was that over hydration or a sign of hypothermia??

Anyhow, I get back in the bag zip up, and I hear my phone go off, its Rob Roberts, they made it and he was on his way back.

I got scooped up, 11 miles short of the 105 mile total for the stage. 94 miles I did, suffered for about 90 miles of it, LOL.

Some changes are going to be made for the race. For one, we are going to exit the woods a little earlier in Croom. No sense in backtracking its a loop and I want it to be as LOOPY as possible.

For two, we will start every stage at 9am, riding in the dark, was really hard, I had to do it with my Princeton Tec EOS, which at 50 lumens is enough in a pinch, but it does require your eyes to work a little harder, I think that added to my fatigue.

I now realize that after the CFiTT both lights needed to be fixed, the MIni newt is ready, I now need to send the stella in for a repair.

SO, what now. Well, I will send my ETREX in to get replaced or repaired since the SD card slot malfunctioned. Still works, but I want my topo maps to work as well, helps with water sources and referances. In the meantime, I am going to prepare, get back on a steady Yoga routine, and get back to riding steady to prepare for My Individual Time Trial of the Huracan route.

The Route, first part, was beautiful, we've ridden the other parts, and I have every intention of riding all of it, as soon as I get my GPS back!

It was actually in retrospect, pretty awesome, except for the adverse weather.

I think I need to add some rain pants to my arsenal.. I had some goretex, cold/wet weather gloves that I left at home, not expecting it to get so cold on night one, next time I wont be so naive.

I admit, I am still trying to harden up and get a grip of all the variables that go into a self supported enduro. IN retrospect, I wish I would of thrown on all my clothes, changed my sock and rolled miserably slow to finish. But, all I wanted to do was sleep, so I listened to the body, maybe it was all for the best.

At 637am is when the ordeal finished, after sleeping till about 12pm, Our timetable for the rest of the weekend was destroyed. We accepted the truth of our situation, and got a ride back to Croom on Saturday and spent Saturday evening hanging out in Tampa with Kanning and Mucaro.

Next time Huracan!

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN