the tao of cycling: trivia

Saturday, January 21, 2012

trivia

thursday was a time trial in class, so friday was a recovery day.
our friday coach likes to bring in trivia for us, as to alleviate the boredom of our 40-minute spin in 3A at 120 rpm, prefaced and followed by zone 2 spinning at only 95 rpm.

the subject of all trivia was cycling, and one segment of stats had to do with speed records.
I went to wikipedia this morning to get a copy of these to share here:

Name /Year /Speed /Type of record

Sam Whittingham 2009 133 km/h (83 mph) Flat surface, unpaced
Barbara Buatois 2010 121 km/h (75 mph) Flat surface, unpaced (woman)
Fred Rompelberg 1995 268 km/h (167 mph) Flat surface, motor-paced
Bruce Bursford 1996 334 km/h (208 mph) Riding on a roller
Markus Stöckl 2011 164.95 km/h (102.50 mph)Downhill on a volcano
Eric Barone 2002 172 km/h (107 mph) Downhill on a volcano, on a prototype
Markus Stöckl 2007 210.4 km/h (130.7 mph)Downhill on snow
Eric Barone 2000 222 km/h (138 mph) Downhill on snow, on a prototype

I draw your attention to the last two lines: Downhill on snow.

Downhill on snow.

What are these guys thinking????

I don't think I have anything else to say, except this: do you see a woman's speed record for bicycling downhill on snow?

point made.

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the Male Ego

The other day I was coming down a canyon in my drop bars (two years ago I would have said, 'what's a drop bar?'), working hard, when I came up on two guys who were also heading downhill but at a more leisurely pace. I passed them, said hello as I did so, and pulled back into the bike lane. a few minutes later they went flying past me, faces looking dead ahead, not a single bit of acknowledgment that I even existed on this planet let alone was involved in and enjoying the same sport they were.
I have to attribute this to the male ego. what else can it be? now I know we all have egos, myself included. and mine even shows its ridiculous little head once in a while, or perhaps more often. but the difference between mine and say, those of certain men on bicycles, is that I KNOW mine exists and I can LAUGH at mine. I know my ego was quite excited to pass those guys, and I could also smile because I knew if the men had really been working like I was, they would have kicked my butt down the hill.
I think I pissed them off.
and I'm sure I will be sharing with you much more of my thoughts about the male ego . . .

a little history

I was married, and I had a mountain bike which I rarely rode. we separated, I moved out, and four months later someone stole my bike. the next spring, 2005, I bought myself a new mountain bike. I rode occasionally, and in april 2006 I rode in my first century, the Cactus Hugger in St. George, Utah. I made it 54 miles on that mountain bike, and it took me about 6 hours. I think that included the rest stops where I prayed that someone would steal my bike again . . .
in june 2006 I started riding my mountain bike five mornings a week, a 45-55 minute loop that was intended to be all about exercise. and what I found was that I loved the quiet, peaceful morning full of bird chatter and barely breaking sunrises. by that fall I was hooked, and began considering the purchase of a road bike. I rode up emigration canyon for the first time that Labor Day of 2006, panting and plowing along on my trusty (heavy) bike, and a month later I was the proud owner of my own road bike: I had become a two-bike girl!
a 17-week-long "power camp" over the winter and a handful of new friends kept bicycling front and center in my life, and when spring of 2007 rolled around I was ready to hit the pavement. I rode my first century the end of april, when I again went to St. George and completed that Cactus Hugger. it took me about 7 hours, but this time I rode the entire 100 miles with about 9300 feet of vertical gain. woo hoo!
I started riding canyons around our area, emigration and millcreek, city creek, big cottonwood, little mountain and big mountain, and once--yes, only once--little cottonwood.
then in september of 2007, I rode from Logan, Utah, to Jackson, Wyoming, in the slightly infamous LOTOJA race. I rode, I did not race. and I completed the thing, crediting my good training buddies, the incredibly perfect weather, my support team, and an amazing convergence of all things positive in the universe.
I put in about 3500 miles last season, and as of today, july 19, 2008, I have about 1700 in, adding to it every day.
I have again signed on to ride the LOTOJA race, and my goal is to have just somewhere near as great a ride as I did last year. oh, and to have someone fun to talk with along the way as I got incredibly bored last year . . . star valley is still a nightmare scene in my biking memories . . .
and here is a picture of the machine that has helped me reclaim my life.