Wheel to Wheel

Camp.Bike.Beer

2011-05-25T08:01:00.000-07:00

Not necessarily in that order according to Topher...

When it comes to mountain biking, camping and beer seem to go hand in hand. Maybe it's from years of conditioning; driving hours and hours to bike races and camping at the venue. Maybe it's driving across country to camp and ride the mountains of Colorado or camping at the edge of the Grand Canyon after a days ride. Perhaps it's the mandatory beer guzzle at Belmont Plateau training races or even slamming the occasional beer before NORBA downhill races when they held us just a little too long a the top. Whatever the case may be, fond memories and good times with friends resonate in my mind.

No need to hurry

This past weekend was the yearly assault on Raystown Lake for Dirtfest. Like hungry lions, friends arrive early and stake their claim on Ridge Camp Loop. We already know the riding is awesome. But let's not forget about how much fun the camping is too. Dutch oven competitions, tales of the days rides, and stories around the campfire. And beer. And a Jager surprise. Who knew?

Fire!

I grew up in the city surrounded by concrete walls and urban animals like pigeons and rats. If you consider living along the polluted Delaware amongst nature, so be it. My favorite book as a child was "My Side of the Mountain" in which a little boy runs off to the Catskills to live and hunt in the wild. A tomboy (I use the offensive term loosely) at heart, longing for a different kind of wild. I often daydreamed about the adventures I could have, eating berries and sleeping under the stars. After all, chasing bums and prostitutes for entertainment gets old after a while.

It wasn't until I started mountain biking that I had the opportunity to connect with nature. We traveled extensively to ride all the hot spots like Crested Butte, Moab and Joshua Tree. Whether it was for leisure or bike racing, we camped. When I say we, I mean the Philly contingency. There could be upwards of 20 of us camping at one time. Upon arrival, there was the frenzy of finding a good spot and setting up tents and gear. It was not uncommon for a roast to be tossed in the DO, ready for the mornings breakfast. If we arrived late, we threw our sleeping bags on the grass like ducks in a row and snuggled up for the night under a blanket of stars.

Quack Quack

As time wears on, I realize I have beat myself up pretty hard biking. Sleeping on the ground has its pluses, but mostly I wake up stiff, sore and not well rested. So last May, after camping in the pouring rain with a puking child in the tent, we decided it was time to upgrade to this:

Taunt all you will. Now I sleep like a baby...

My friend in crime, prefers this option:


Donna's Digs

How cool is this? A sleep pod and a box of wine is life according to Donna. In fact, I don't think that is morning tea in her cup. A word to the wise; when hanging between trees, be sure there are no poison ivy vines running up it.

Camping is all about the process. Setting up, cooking on fire, hanging out, riding and enjoying being outside. Most of all, it's the time spent with friends. Whether near or far, or if we haven't seen each other in years, there is a comfort that simmers and wafts through the air. We pick up where we left off with an ease that warms me almost as much as Donna's box of wine.

Ain't Misbehavin'

Some of the cooking highlights were Penne Rustica and Mexican Lasagna in the DO. The big treat was Cinnamon Cream Cheese Roll Ups (recipe) in the DO for dessert. I was amazed (but not surprised) how all the single guys flocked for dinner and treats fresh from the flames. Bellies full and beers flying...happy campers indeed.

Oh yes, and the riding was fantastic as always!

Spring Fun

2011-04-08T07:02:00.000-07:00

The east is finally thawing, birds are calling and the winter whining from those who shall remain nameless has finally come to a grinding halt. The season is in full swing and chock full of fun cycling activities. The racing season (for those with a need for speed) has waved goodbye to the some of the early spring tours in Europe. Some east coast dirty girls have already crushed it in Africa, rocking the trails at Cape Epic and the local racers are seeing if their early fitness is paying off on the local circuit. But what if you don't race? There is tons of fun to be had this spring.

APRIL

04/09/11 is Indian Valley BikeWorks SPRING CARNIVAL in Harleysville, PA. From 10-2 there will be bike demos (Trek, Fuji, Colnago and a host of others), a kids bike rodeo, Rita's water ice and other family fun activities. So dust off the bikes and head on over. While you are there, spend some time getting your child's helmet fit properly. Their heads are still growing and will need proper adjustments regularly to ensure safety.

Already in full swing is STURDY GIRLS Monday ride. They meet at 6pm at the fountain behind the Art Museum in Philly. It's an all girls ride and the average speed is 14 mph. No rider left behind. Check out their calendar for complete info and other ongoing rides.

Each month, there is a Ladies Bike Workshop which is hosted in Saverna Park, MD. The first one is 04/09/11. The workshop is conducted by a certified coach. You will learn to change tires, maintain your bike and other bike safety issues. The workshop is at 7:30am for you early risers and the ride is around 8:15 am. If you are in the MD area and new to cycling, check out the link for more info.

Rally in the Valley is making it's 5th annual appearance on 04/16/11 in Philly's Fairmount Park. This one day mountain bike festival runs from 8-2. There is something for everyone. Family rides, kids obstacles course, guided trail rides from beginner to expert and a super feast in the afternoon. Many vendors in the industry will be there too. Be sure to tell them you know Jay! This is a terrific event for the whole family to enjoy. Kids 7 and under are free! This is an event not to be missed.

MAY

Bike Flea Market is May 7th at the Valley Preferred Cycling Center from 8:30-2 rain or shine. Kids 12 under 12 are free. Come on out and buy, sell or trade your cycling gear. Say hi to friends. Breakaway Cafe open for grub. You will find everything from clothing, bikes and wheels, to random bike parts. There are some great deals to be had.

DIRTFEST 2011 is coming May 20-22 to Raystown Lake, PA. If you have never been, what are you waiting for? The peeps at Dirt Rag know how to throw down. Rides, demos, kids rides, chick rides, vendors, beer! Allegrippis trails are fast, furious and fun. Just don't leave any body parts behind. Seriously, a great time for the whole family. You can camp remotely at the festival or opt for more sophisticated camping just up the road if you prefer showers and flushing toilets. Cabins are also available. I can't wait for this one!

Kinetic Sculpture Derby is on 05/21/11 in the Kensington section of Philly. I am truly torn that it is the same weekend as Dirtfest. The artists and cyclists of Philly have brought this area back to its feet with their infiltration to the neighborhood. House fronts are being restored, as is the dignity of this once downtrodden area. The Derby is a spectacular parade of Kinetic sculptures designed and realized by the participants. Anyone can be a part of this event either as voyeur or Derby rider. So decorate that bike, design a human powered machine and be prepared to take on the mud pit. This ride is police escorted through the streets of Kensington and is about 4 miles in length. I did this with my son on tandem and he LOVED being part of the shenanigans! There is an arts festival and lots of great food that coincide with the Derby. Bring the family and your camera!

Virginia Mountain Bike Festival is May 27-30 in Stokesville, VA. Can't get enough of the festival atmosphere? Head on down to the VMBF. The folks at Shenandoah Touring Company do it VA style. This weekend is packed full of riding for everyone. Kids, women, co-ed, it's all there. Pot luck dinners, bonfires, and other activities abound. This is where friends are made for life. Bring the family. Kids under 10 are free!

JUNE and Beyond

What would summer be without the Philly Race? No silly, we're not doing the race. We're heading down to Philly on June 5th to see the 27th running of the bulls. No wait, I mean THE bike race. It's the Pro Cycling Tour and Liberty Classic. Pack a picnic, the kids and bikes and head on over to Lemon Hill to catch some of the hottest, fastest pro riders in the sport. I don't think I have missed one race in 20 years. Having competed in this race twice, I know first hand the suffering, sweat and strength required to hang with the likes of Tuetenberg. And Tuetenberg I ain't. You can even pre-ride the course prior to the start of the race. See what it feels like to climb "the wall". Riding around the race and watching from multiple vantage points is my recommendation, culminating on Lemon Hill. It's truly not an adventure unless you get out to the wall for a few laps.

And don't forget, there are multiple Grand Fondo's, fun rides and charity events happening now and throughout summer, so check out the calendar of events! Don't get left behind. Get moving and have some fun with the fam.

Hills Are My Friend

2011-03-31T09:04:00.000-07:00

Not Haiku:

Wind smacking pain

Brain freeze

Icy roads

Yogi is hungry

Winter is sadly coming to an end. Spring is here, but you wouldn't know it with the pile of slushy, icy, rain and snow that crept in during the night the other week. Now they are calling for another 6-12 inches by tomorrow night. Is this a cruel April Fool's joke? We shall see.

Typically, I'm like these two in the winter:

Yogi always packs a picnic basket-Photo by Gene D

I eat well and go into hibernation. There is great joy in watching snow fall softly and the comfort of lazily passing the cold harsh days until the buds peek out and the birds sing. It is also a time of great awakening to the reality that I have been slovenly all winter and need to get back in bike shape. Trails get snowed in early and the roads become unrideable from December til March. It remains sketchy even as April fools looms.

When I resided in the flat lands, hills were my enemy. Sprinter at heart, loather of anything that went upward. Anytime I was out on a group ride, I dreaded the "climbs", struggled to keep up and mentally defeated myself before I even began the inevitable ascent upward. Pigpen always said, "race your strengths, train your weakness". I always said, "screw you". Now that I live in the mountains, my options for a flat escape are few. So I have come to embrace my arch enemy. Hills. They have become my friend.

As much as they may hurt, it's the quickest way to get my spring bike legs. Since I can't ride 6 days a week, I get the most bang for my buck. I'm not looking to blow any doors off. My goal is to ride my bike for the sheer joy and not have it be too painful. Thus begins spring training:


I'm not proud

Ya gotta start somewhere, right? In my defense, the gradient is somewhere around 15%. The Manayunk wall is 17%. So go chew on that for a while.

It is clear to me that you can do anything for 10 minutes. At least this is what I have always told my pals whenever I wanted them to follow along on some hair-brained training regimen. Now these are words to live by. (You know who you are)

I used to think I had to kill myself to climb. In hind site, this is truly not the case. Everyone climbs differently and is at a differing level of fitness at any given time. So why torture myself? I'll get there when I get there. While I am no fitness trainer, nor coach, I have learned a few things.

Do I need to attack every climb? No. All it does is pushes me into anaerobic debt and crushes my legs with lactic acid. In turn, I am ruined for the rest of the ride. Instead I have adopted the old tortoise and the hare technique. Slow and steady wins the race. When climbing, I actually try to stay within an aerobic zone. What I have learned is that over time, I train my heart and legs to efficiently do more work with less suffering.

When climbs are attacked, lactic acid quickly builds, leaving nothing left to get over the top. It's different if you are already in climbing shape. However, If you are just getting your legs moving, I have found this tactic to actually hurt more than help.

What goes up, must come down

The other discovery is this ten minute thing. Everything comes down to mental perception. If you know you are going to be climbing for an hour with crows screeching at your back, waiting to peck your eyes out as they bleed in pain, do you forge ahead or run for cover? Of course you go forward, cuz your a cyclist and you like to suffer.

As if!

I have a super loop that involves a 9 mile climb. Now don't get excited. While it climbs steadily, there are dips and breaks to catch your breath. So I break it down. Ten minutes at time; section by section. Before I know it, I am cruising to the top.

By twelve weeks time, I start to see vast improvements. I am climbing faster, with less effort. Climbing actually feels fun. Now all I need is some clear weather. At this rate, I should be feeling good by July. Just in time to piss and moan about the sweltering summer heat.

Some things to remember:

High RPM
Easy gear
Sit back, relax, enjoy
Drink a lot of water
Pack a small picnic basket

Want more info on climbing? Check out this video from Cannondale:

Here are some other helpful links:

Bicycling Magazine-Alex Stieda's Tips for Climbing

Harvard University Cycling Association-Tips on Climbing

Endurance Expo 2011

2011-02-27T18:23:00.000-08:00

What to do when the winds are howling, the roads are cindered and the trails are snowed in? Head indoors to all things two wheeled at the 2011 Endurance Expo held in Oaks PA. Okay, they had Tri stuff there too, but I would rather poke my eyes out then swim, run and bike in succession. I don't mind doing them as separate activities, but pairing the three together would be like drinking champagne, wine and beer at the same time. I would just puke.

Since I have been stuck indoors for the good part of winter, I headed south of Pennnsyltucky to see what civilization was up to. Much to my excitement, there is life south of the tunnel. I headed down early, as I heard the first 750 attendees would get a swag bag. As the queen of swag, I was tremendously anxious to at least be #749 through the door. As luck would have it, I made it. I am not sure what you people consider a swag bag these days, but a bunch of ads and a bag of stale trail mix hardly constitutes swag! And what were the band aids and alcohol wipes for? I don't wanna know. Oh well. Onward.

Once through the door, I quickly got over my disappointment by entering every drawing possible. I am still waiting to hear that I won $500 from Dicks Sporting Goods. Maybe they got my email wrong. Has anyone heard from Anne? She probably walked away with all the door prizes, as she seems to have a sign over her head that says, "pick me!" Bitch wins everything. (JK!) Just wait til Minute to Win It.

While perusing the aisles, I met the dad of Jimmy's nemesis. Nice guy. He promised he would pick me for the Bear Creek Ski package. Pfft. Jimmy better knock that boy off his bike for me. Paybacks...

Aside from seeing many bike folk I adore, there was some pretty cool stuff. Note my son's future bike from Bike King Cycling. How cute is that Pinarello?

Mr. Ed of Indian Valley Bike Works would not give me this one. I tried to fit it in my "swag" bag but he threatened to beat me with his cane. My dream bike! How gorgeous is this bad boy? Sorry DeRosa. I love you like no other, but this was sa-weet! So was Ed. Nicest guy. Go see him and tell him I sent you.

Of course I had to find the hotty patotty elite roadie, Gabe Lloyd. He imports Echappe Equip clothing. Check out the chicks bib shorts. Designed specifically with you in mind. Women specific chamois and thigh length. And here is Gabe. How cute is he? Super nice and he put up with my shenanigans. He rents race wheels too. What a novel idea! You can find these bibs and more at www.DeccasportsUSA.com or Gabe at gabe@racewheelrental.com

Just don't implicate me in this matter.

Gabe Lloyd

One of my fun finds was Bicycle Gift Hub. They had everything from bike jewelry to infant sleepers. I loved the bike inspired layette. Tasteful, neat and funky. Something for everyone. Go visit their site and buy yourself a gift. You deserve it. You won't be sorry. www.BicycleGiftHub.com

For all you chickadee's who are into the empowerment thing, check out www.empoweredzone.com . You can be like Subaru owner's and have a secret handshake. They make cool tee's and jewelry that are inspirational and just for you.

I would be remiss and probably burn in hell if I didn't mention Jeff Appletans from www.gocycling.com Go Cycling designs and prints custom jersey's that are city specific, but they will take you on a beer and bike tour with a little coercion. And that my friends, is for anyone.

Ransom Weaver has a new iPhone app called iMobile Intervals. This app works with your iPhone or iTouch and can be used as a cycling or running computer. It can also display data from HR monitors and power sensors. I will be checking this out for sure. But you should check it out too at www.iMobileIntervals.com
Ransom is some kind of techno genius and all around good dude, so show your support. More on this after I figure it out.

Can someone please tell me what this is used for?

The highlight of the day, aside from seeing so many pretty faces, was the upcoming events that are female specific or related to women in some way. I will be updating 2011 events on velochicks.com this week. Too many to list here. Check back.

I have a few other highlights up my sleeve, but that will have to wait til later. Can you tell I have cabin fever? Just wait til the roads are clear.

Tracy Lea and Fuji Bikes...It's How They Roll

2011-01-06T08:39:00.000-08:00

When Marco emails me and says I need a favor, I say no problemo. After all, he is of Team Brooklyn MTB fame and part of the way back machine. He is also a great guy with a big heart. Did I mention he is an amazing photographer as well?

Today I received an email from my compadre sharing this story. Tracy Lea has been involved in the bike scene for over two decades. While she has been a force in growing and supporting women's cycling over the years, she is also a humanist and mother. I had the privilege of watching her son Sid race as a youth while at the same time seeing his brother Bobby rise to track stardom. Observing Tracy raise a son with a disability and another an Olympic star, has been amazing. Tracy's love and support of her children is equal and her passion to see them both succeed in life is clear. Tracy's influence shines in their confidence and demeanor. If you ever had the pleasure of meeting these young men...job well done!

So it comes as no surprise to hear that Tracy is on the move helping another cyclist reach his goals. Tracy discovered this young man at the Pan Am games. He was horribly disfigured as a child when he was electrocuted retrieving a kite from electrical wires. He is now in the U.S. thanks to Tracy's hard efforts and willingness to help another human being whom she was touched by. Damian is awaiting facial reconstruction surgery and will also be fitted for prosthetics so he can compete in the Paralympics. I don't want to re-write the story. My hope is that you will follow the link and check it out for yourself.

Sometimes people become overwhelmed by the problems of the world and feel they are too big to take on themselves. I believe if we start small we can make big changes. Tracy's actions are a clear indication that it doesn't take much to make a difference. Just a willingness to show true caring for another and a little bit of her time. And of course, a mother's love...even if it's not your own child.

http://www.fujibikes.com/general/stories

Univest Grand Prix 2010 (Lacky for a Day)

2010-09-23T12:28:00.000-07:00

As someone who does not like to get up early in the morning (I repeat, does NOT like to get up early), I had to wonder just what in the hell I was doing in Doylestown at 6:30 am on a Sunday morning. The sun was not even peeking over the horizon. After a sleepless night of listening to the neighbor's dog barking incessantly and the chirping of a dying fire alarm battery rousing me in the wee hours of pre-dawn, the alarm buzzed. I told myself if it was raining, I was going back to bed. I looked out the window and cringed. It was dry.

Being a woman of my word, I cursed myself for volunteering to help Big Al at Univest and got my self dressed. What was I thinking? When I got to Doylestown, I could already hear the clang of metal hitting the ground as the stages were being set up and speakers put in place for the days events. Of course, Big Al left me waiting a bit. I suppose he was being fashionable. I silently cursed him knowing I could have slept a little longer.

So I sat and enjoyed the last drops of coffee just in time to see this:

By the time Al arrived, the rain was coming down pretty hard. The weather was only calling for a passing shower. I think they got it wrong. The rain dropped for several hours, leaving us drenched to the bone while we set up poles, banners and signs, and whatever else needed doing. (Note to self; do not wear jeans in the rain. Very uncomfortable. And pack a raincoat! Trash bags are in no way becoming on a lady) After we finished hanging the last sign and everything was in place, I got snatched up by Terry, head mistress of volunteers and was asked to marshall the course.

Big Al...looking well rested:

Okay, so I had only planned to help set up the course and was eagerly looking forward to seeing 115 guys in Lycra go mach speed through the streets of Doylestown. Who am I to argue? I did get a dry t-shirt out of the deal, so I was happy. I took my post, still shivering from the wetness of my remaining clothes. I will tell you a little secret...the best way to watch a bike race is to course marshall. With flag and whistle in hand, no one was in my way. (Can you believe someone trusted me?) I had a front row seat to some great action and got put in a primo spot. The caterer from VIP brought me cookies and other treats (as if I need them) and I could see the start/finish line from my post.

I have volunteered and helped put on a few races in the past, but they were always local and low key. It is amazing to see what really goes on behind the scenes. John Eustice gets big, big props for putting on this 2 day event. Recently, I dreamed I was a "carnie" and realized it was really just a parallel to bike racing. It is a carnival...an extraordinary affair...that takes herculean effort from start to finish. To host a professional event takes a great deal of planning and many volunteers to execute. The next time you are at the start line or just spectating, take a look around and recognize what went into making the day happen. Even better, volunteer for a day. You won't be sorry.

The clearing of cars...You should know better.

Sound and stage set up....Done with a smile no less.

Putting up barriers:

Who Cares About Women's Bike Racing?

2010-08-17T06:20:00.000-07:00

Even though I no longer race, I still support women's racing. I love to watch the events and cheer the women on in the same fashion I do the men. Every year, I feel the excitement brew as the Liberty Classic nears. Having competed in the event twice, I know the thrill that swells inside as you wait at the start line for the gun to crack. Now, standing on the sidelines, I get to cheer on some of the fastest local talent among the other global superstars of women's cycling. It's cool. It's fun. I like it.

Sadly, not everyone does. In a male dominated world, the discussion rages on about why there remains such inequity among men and women's racing. I don't have the answers. Wish I did. Recently, Qwadzilla posted links to a few blogs on the topic. The one blog unfortunately, blames women. Unless I read it wrong...you decide. While the author has legitimate points, this is hardly the core of the matter. I'm no expert. Do you care? Should you care? Thoughts?

Decide for yourself:
The Problem with Women's Cycling

Or this blog:
Sad Truth About Women's Bike Racing

My Response:

Here's the problem I see; men don't care about women's cycling. Until they do, women's racing will never match the level of the men's racing. Men (not all, as it would be ignorant to generalize...but look who the majority of promoter's are) do not respect women in sport. They are sexualized in calendars and many young girls at the elite junior level are taken advantage of by their male coaches and "colleagues". It has become sport to crack these young girls open. Check out: Sexual Abuse of Underage Swimmers
It's not just swimmers either...

While I agree that women can sabotage themselves with drama and unrealistic demands, it certainly does not make for the sole reason that women's cycling is suffering. There are many supporters (male and female) of the sport. Historically though, the inequity amongst men and women has been tipping the scales and remains a battleground. Look at other professions today. Women continue to earn less pay for the same job performed as men. Is that because there are fewer women performing the job? (Which is the argument many promoters make) Why would the cycling arena treat it any different? Should it matter if women are fewer in numbers? Would more women race if it were equally as lucrative? I don't know. My crystal ball says that if the same number of women were racing as men, the problem would remain.

There was a letter sent in to Velo News last year by an angered male reader. He stated he felt duped because an article lead-in had the name Armstrong in the title. When he opened the article, it was about Kristin, not Sir Lance. He went on to say, (and I quote) "No one cares about women's cycling". My bet is his attitude is shared by many other men. This guy represents the average Joe in America. There is a core value in America regarding women. We like to convince ourselves that the guys we spend hours in saddle with would never betray us and have our backs. Think again. Joe America said it all in one simple sentence. Does he speak for all? No. For most?

Until attitudes and beliefs change, women's cycling will remain in the shadows of men. I appreciate Kerry Litka's point of view and think she adds an interesting twist. I just don't believe that is the heart of the matter, only a small part of the problem. I bet the tour riders act like little bitches too. Was it the 1986 tour where Greg Lemond whined like a bitch because Hinault was supposed to work for him to win? And in the end they battled against each other? There's team work for ya'.

During my years of racing, I found that my core of male friends respected and revered female bike racers. They thought it was awesome that we were strong, fast and kicked ass on the bike. However, don't get in their way at a race or ask for equal payout. The hemming and hawing begins. I do have to give people like Laird Knight of Granny Gear Productions his props. Back in the early years of race promoting, he did give women equal prize payout in an effort to support and grow women's mountain bike racing. Albeit at the prompting of a female bike racer, he listened, respected and did it!

When you are born male and white, there is a certain entitlement that is taken for granted. It is one thing to be organized and do your job. It is another to be respected by sheer virtue of who you are born to be. (Go back and read your history books on white male privilege) Until then...who knows. Lance would probably scoff at Kerry's proposal for him to back a women's race. Too bad. Great idea. Only problem is, it serves him no purpose.

One answer would be to find more female financial sponsors who support cycling and become the powerhouse independent of these other promoters. Where are they? It's what I would do if I had endless cash. Hot topic, endless conversation.

Here is the link to my comment below...
ABC News Clip on the salary disparity between men and women.

Bikes, Bees and Bar Ends

2010-08-13T05:38:00.000-07:00

Prompton Lake State Park

It is hard to believe that it has not even been 3 months and my friend Sue (who was impaled on her mountain bike at Raystown) was back in action and ready for some biking. Sue is all healed up now. She has a beautiful scar that runs from her breastbone, all the way down her belly. Still freshly pinkish-purple and lumpy. Sue did let me take pics, but much like the Raystown crash, those pics are private. Publishing them would somehow seem exploitative. I do have my limits. Pretty cool though. The human body can do amazing t

Sue is now the second person I know who has lost a spleen in a cycling crash. Seems she is only lighter and faster. I have been witness to many traumatic bike crashes and endured my own in the past. I am hoping that statistically speaking, I have met my quota.

This past weekend took us northward to Keen Lake which is nestled in the Pocono Mountains near Honesdale, PA, just off of the famed route 6. The camping there is great if you have kids. Treasure hunts, bike rodeos, movies on the beach...You name it, they had it. But, if you are there to do some mountain biking, mosey on up the road to Prompton Lake.

Prompton is just shy of 3 miles from the campground. Don't bother driving. Ride over to the trails. It is run by the Army Corp of Engineers. There is a local cycling club who maintain the trail system which circumvents the lake. There are several parking areas. The first parking area provides maps, but the holder was empty. There is a map posted, so take a good look or snap a pic. If you get lost, head downhill and you will eventually be at the lake to get your bearings.

We parked in the second lot and decided to ride a low trail over to the dam where we would cross over and do the other side of the lake. The trails are all well marked. Red was my favorite by far. The majority of trails are tight single-track laden with rocky sections and rooted areas. All of it is ride-able with only certain sections being super technical.

Of course, we decided to do the toughest trail first. In the first half mile I was stung by a bee. Apparently, I am more allergic than I thought and now have to carry an Epi pen. A few minutes later, I took a little digger and smacked my jaw on my bar end. Hmmm. Maybe I should have had that second cup of coffee. Some days, I get my groove on the minute I hit the trails. Other days, I feel like a circus clown riding one of those tiny little bikes. All over the place.

Once we got to the damn I settled in but Joanne crashed in the grass. I had to laugh because she rode all the technical stuff without fail and then dorked out on the grassy section. The rest of the ride was smooth sailing. We headed up on the yellow trail and then linked with red. Super sweet single-track. Some parts had short sections of rock that were fairly flat and very ride-able. The climbing was minimal but definitely needed granny on occasion.

Prompton is worth the trip. You can spend the day or several hours riding there. The dam is under construction, but you can still cross the lake. There are maps. For whatever reason, the DCNR website does not have a link. If you go, make it a weekend. Camp, ride and catch a movie on the beach. Just watch out for bees and bar ends.

Irked by Design

2010-07-29T06:19:00.000-07:00

This irks me too. Not really. I am actually amused. Maybe I would have been irked in return sometime ago, but I have bigger fish to fry these days. Perhaps being a mother has mellowed my response to this sort of thing. Being the curious cat that I am, I at least had to ask the question, "why so bothered?".

The answer was simple, that velochicks.com is supposed to encourage new women to enter the sport. With the race photo's and race emphasis, the site can be perceived as intimidating for newbie's. And, the website appears, at least to one, that if you don't race, you are not a "real" cyclist. OK. I'll buy that, but I'll dispel it too.

Biking is a good thing, no matter what form it takes. Yes, I used to race. I started out as a "cyclist" who rode for pleasure and commuted to work. I quickly fell in love with riding my mountain bike and got into racing as something fun to do. I traveled the country (and Canada) competing in NORBA national cross country and downhill race events. From there, I raced on the road, track and yes, cyclocross. Racing for me, was a way to push myself to the limits and see what kind of personal best I could accomplish.

When we traveled to races, we camped, we raced and we met some great people whom I still know today. (Yo, Team Brooklyn!) Racing afforded me this experience. Sure, I could have done group rides and fund raisers, and had the same experience. It is simply the road I took. Now, I still ride for fun and enjoy the sheer pleasure of being on my bike, and I am still a "cyclist".

My goal is to promote women's cycling in a way that highlights all aspects of women's cycling, from the beginner to professional. Seeing bike racers is intimidating. Yes, it's true. However, it is important to see that if this is your goal or dream, it's attainable. These women had to start somewhere. They were once "cyclists" too, of the non-competitive type. As they got stronger and faster, for whatever reason, decided to try racing.

Does this mean you're not a real cyclist if you don't race? Of course not. Hindsight and experience tell me it's easy to be reactionary to that which you don't know. If you know me, then you know my intentions. I have spent numerous amounts of my free time leading beginner rides for women, just for the sake of cycling. My commitment is to the sport, at all levels.

The second item that irked this writer is that some cycling websites objectify women. While I am no super left wing feminist, I am highly aware and in tune with women's issues. This is exactly why I started the velochicks website; to give women their full credit in the sport, not just the bike racer, but the casual rider as well.

Most cycling websites are dominated by men. Written by men, for men. Recently, several women specific websites have sprung up on the internet. While racing is their main focus, the sites are written by women, for women. Awesome. The world needs to see how accomplished, strong and amazing these female athletes are, on every level. That is the very reason I ask for your stories. They should be shared so that other women who may be entertaining the sport will perhaps be inspired.

Biking, on any level, is freedom. It's an empowering feeling to conquer a tough climb, technical single-track or even to complete your first long distance ride. If you are strictly a commuter, kudos for being green! You can ride your bike anytime, anywhere...and anyone can do it. So get on your bike and ride. No offense, we should be banning together and supporting our endeavors, not hindering them. We have bigger fish to fry!

Lehigh Gorge Trail

2010-07-19T16:29:00.000-07:00

Hell is paved with good intentions and so is the gorge...the Lehigh Gorge, which is not actually paved at all. It is a graded railroad bed that is hard pack gravel with a few loose sections along the way. The trail runs along the Lehigh River and the old railroad from Glen Onoko to White Haven located in the Pocono area of Pennsylvania. The trail is a 45 mile round trip ride with a stop in Rockport about halfway through. This ride can easily be done on a road bike, but I opted to pull out my cross bike which I sorely miss riding. Besides, why chew up those pricey road tires?

photo by Rob Erbeau

The trail itself winds and meanders along the beautiful Lehigh, nestled amongst the lush green mountains of PA. It is of course, a gorge, so you can feel the envelopment surround you as pedal along taking in the steep walls that rise out of the river.

Typically, I see the gorge from a birds eye view. Some of the best mountain biking in the area hovers just above on Broad Mountain. There are 3 overlooks that are a required pit stop along the way which allow for incredible views of the gorge down below. Today was another ball of wax.

photo by Rob Erbeau

When I think of gravel trails that are flat, I am usually not all too enthused. Lets face it, sitting in the saddle for a few hours in one position leaves you with an aching butt and stiff back. Even the seasoned rider will feel it and so will your legs.

Because this is graded railroad bed, you are quickly fooled into thinking it is flat. Indeed, it is not. The trail actually climbs for 22 miles. It is hard to tell because it is so gradual. However, as you head deeper along the trail, you can see the Lehigh River begin to slip away beneath you. Before you know it, you are basking in the shade of trees.

As much as I loathe rides that don't give much out of the saddle time, this is a great trail. Beginners and experts alike can get a great workout or simply enjoy a nice ride with friends. Invite a friend and you'll have the best of both. (Thanks Rob and Tracey!)

You can start in either direction, but I recommend Glen Onoko to Whitehaven and back. Get the climbing out of the way. Your ride back will be a breeze. Once you reach White Haven, stop for Pizza at Antonio's. The best around! And, they have glass bottles of Coke! Once you had your fill, spin on back downhill.

Don't forget to take pictures. There are some pretty waterfalls that spill down a cascade of rocks and neat little nooks and crannies that are pleasing to the eye. Look up and see the massive peaks of the PA mountains. If the sun is blazing, jump in the Lehigh when you are done or take a hike up to the Glen Onoko falls. Appropriate shoes are highly suggested, as it can be slippery. Flip flops are NOT considered appropriate just in case you were wondering.

This area is filled with coal mining and rail road history. It's worth the day trip or camping weekend. Take the time and explore.

Here's the map: http://www.dcnr.state.pa.us/stateparks/parks/lehighgorge/lehighgorge_mini.pdf

My Secret Ride

2010-06-17T05:31:00.000-07:00

Lately, work has really been sucking. Not the velochicks gig, the day gig. The one I get paid to do but loathe the most. It is one thing to love what you do, but let's be real. Who really likes to work? Lately, I ask myself that question more and more. I was left with no choice but to take a mental health day and rejuvenate my stores before facing the misery yet another day.

The troops.

How does one do that you ask? By calling in the troops for a secret ride. A trip to my favorite place...the one where I learned how to ride on two wheels when I was 4, on my Schwinn Stingray (green fade to yellow thank you). The place where I learned how to jump logs, climb rocks and slog through mud. The place where I chased the boys around on their bikes until my skin was shredded and my ego tattered and bruised. The place that always feels like home, because it is. The Wissahickon.

After debating about the weather,(thunderstorms were moving in) I met up with Anne and Frankie at the Inn. Luckily we opted to ride, as the weather held off. It was steamy with a pleasant temperature. I suited up in my new kit only to realize I packed knickers instead of shorts. Ugh. McDoufus rides again. It's June! Since riding in my panties wasn't an option, I threw on the knickers and sucked it up.
Sometimes there is no riding the the big logs.

We headed up the road to head onto Fantasy trail. The name suits itself. Twisty, narrow single track with fun whooptie-do's. You can carve, glide and jump to your hearts delight. Of course, what would the ride be without a few mechanical stops in the beginning of the day? This is why Frankie is better known as Frankie 9 Bikes. First, she has 9 bikes. Second, she's always breaking stuff.

Frankie highly recommends this pump.

Now that we got the mechanical stuff out of the way, we continued on our way. After Fantasy, we headed over to the Pipeline trail. Yes, it has cement pipelines that connect parts of trail. I should have taken a pic, but when you are riding the pipelines, concentration is of dire necessity. Don't ask.

Frankie and Anne show how to ride a big log. Tip #1: Once you pull your front wheel up onto the log, pedal through! Tip #2: Don't use your breaks.

These women are rad. I mean, how many moms do you know that can ride over logs, roots, and big rocks?
Frankie gets it done.

Anne Rock...riding the rocks.

Eventually, we headed over to the Lincoln Drive trail which has some awesome new trail. Thanks Tom! This trail offers short steep ups, lots of twist and wind and plenty of logs. There are also some hand made wood jumps. Big ones! Of course, this time of year, things get a little overgrown. The nettles and poison tend to sit ominously close, brushing your ankles as you pass. Mother nature always presides.

We ended the ride coming down a short, very steep descent. Of course, a camera never does justice. As we ended our ride and said our goodbyes, it occurred to me (as it always does)how amazing it is to know so many women who ride. Not only do they ride, but they ride well. Hearing Frankie say, "come on Anne, you can ride that. Go back and do it" is empowering and encouraging. The group of female riders that I know are tough on the bike. Not afraid to try anything. Best of all, we don't have to chase the boys anymore (even though it can be fun). Sometimes, it's better to make your own fun...and it was just what the doctor ordered.

See? Look how happy...who needs work?

Proud Mama

2010-06-05T11:35:00.000-07:00

Okay, so he's a boy and this is a blog about women's cycling. But I'm his mom and I am proud. Today was my son's first day of bike camp at the Valley Preferred Cycling Center. When I asked my son how he liked it, he summed it up in one word, "awesome!".

Although I am a cyclist, I was never one to push my child into cycling. I like to believe that his love for two wheels is growing naturally. He has been around bikes all his life. He was in a Burley trailer as a baby (which has now been passed through 3 families-thanks Anne!), training wheels as a toddler, a tag-a-long (which he still enjoys) to riding like a speed demon on two wheels.

Shea loves going to bike races and bike related events...and just hanging out with bike folk. My tentative, cautious child is a different person in this world. Fearless. Hangs with the dudes and dudettes and acts like he is one of "them". Really cracks me up, but heartens me to know that he can sense when he is around good people.

Last summer, when Shea was just turning 5, he was not quite ready to give up the training wheels. He was disappointed when he found out he could not do the pee-wee summer program until he did. This spring, he turned 6 and we decided he needed to come off 4 wheels to 2. We knew he was ready, but my son is a creature of habit and needs a little pushing sometimes. (just ask me about potty training sometime) Sure enough, in 5 minutes, he was zipping around. Needless to say, he was REALLY proud of himself.

So today was a big day. First day of bike camp. When we arrived, the 1st session was still going, so Shea busied himself riding around the main area with the other waiting kids. Once the 2nd session got rolling, he jumped right in feet first. Even after the session was over, he rode around for another hour and watched some of the women and master's track racing. And he got to see auntie Liz!

What was truly cool was to see that Jimmy Alvord is still coaching this program. I think it's been 15-20 years that he has coached this program. Jimmy is terrific. It is clear he loves the kids. He engages easily with them, is funny and has good rapport. Most importantly, he teaches bike safety and bike handling skills in a non-competitive, fun manner. The last time I saw Jimmy, we rode a tandem at a training race. I am proud to have my son under his guidance. As a parent, I know he is in good hands.

The other fantastic things was to see how many kids and parents turn out for this program. There were as many girls as boys participating which was really cool. All in all, about 50 kids participated between the 2 sessions. The best part...It's FREE! That's right, FREE! The program runs for 4 Saturdays. The VPCC runs 3 sessions, 1 in June, July and August with a 9am and 10am session each. At the end of the summer, the kids are showcased on a Friday night and get to do a victory lap amongst the pro's.

If you are a parent looking for something to do with your kid in the summer, this program is highly recommended. After camp, the whole family can enjoy watching bike racing or head across the street to the Rodale Park and ride bikes together as a family. Either way, it's a win-win situation. Don't live in the area? Check out the links to area Velodromes around the country at www.velochicks.com and contact the facility to see if they provide a program of similar quality.

Dirtfest 2010-A Girl's Eye View...When Good Turns Bad

2010-05-24T15:36:00.000-07:00

Dirtfest/Allegrippis Trail Review more pics too!

So this past weekend was Dirtfest 2010, hosted by Rothrock outfitters in conjunction with Dirt Rag. I was really excited to go because there were people I have ridden mountain bikes with since the dawn of time, (or at least 20 years) as well as my old team mates from Evolution whom I haven't pounded trails with in quite some time. My fun meter was brimming as we packed up and readied ourselves for a few days of fun.

We arrived on Friday afternoon and had enough time to set up camp and throw din din on the fire. Friday night was spent catching up with friends and enjoying a few brews. At dusk, we headed over to the festival, as we opted for more civilized camping facilities. (Hey, it's nice to have a shower and a little more than a piss hole.) Whatever floats your boat. I love remote camping, but with a kid in tow, clean bathrooms are nice. 7 Points Camp at Raystown Lake was fabu. Check out the review on my website if you want details. www.velochicks.com

On Saturday, my amazing hubby was gracious enough to let me ride; he took one for the team by hanging with our son, noodling around and fishing at the lake. I was all a twitter to get out on a ride with the girls. Breakfast took a bit, as I am determined to cook on natural fire when camping. By brunch, breakfast was served. Frankie was relieved because she was itching to get out. She had consumed 2 Mountain dews by now and was raring to go. My Dunkin' Donuts morning blend of Java was still kicking in. Not that it mattered. Riding couldn't commence until noon due to hunting. Not a bad price to pay to coexist and ride trails that I would kill to have in my back yard. (Although I do live in a MTB mecca) These are just too sweet.

Frankie...freeloading at Sue and Joanne's crib.

We finally saddled up. Me, Sweet Baby D, Frankie, Sue and Jill. Joanne left me hanging to be the caboose on my own. She feigned soreness from Friday's ride and left me with the pack of hungry wolves. We were going to let Todd and Chris come along, cuz really, they are just like one of the girls. Their primping and preening took too long, so we left without them; figuring they would catch up somewhere out on the trail.

Our first point of entry was Stony Trail which was just up from the campground. The terrain was quick, tight and rolling. It reminded me a lot of Fairhill, DE with all the tight, narrow singletrack. It's the kind of terrain that is fast and fun, but you have to be on your game and pay attention. The trails twisted and turned quickly. I often felt like I was on a roller coaster, whipping around, going over the "whooptie doo's" and catching air. I was giddy with delight.
At some point, we headed over to the Locomotive Trail. We bombed down that with Frankie leading the way over to Sidewinder. Well, we knew Sidewinder had a fairly fast, sharp hairpin with a table top that gets hit with a lot of speed. We stopped for a break and discussed our plan of attack. We agreed that we would all take it easy and see what this table top had to offer. We are all experienced riders, so we knew our limits and wanted a look see. Our plan was to check it out and then I was going to take pics of any of the girls who wanted to go back and jump it. Sweet Baby D (Donna) is our resident Dirt Jumper, so I thought it would be a cool spot to shoot.

Well...we all know how the best laid plans sometimes go. Frankie and Donna led the way. Sue followed with Jill and then me in tow. When I cut the hair pin turn, I was so focused on the trial that I never saw what laid up ahead. When I got over the table top, Sue was toppled over on her bike, with the wind knocked out of her. Jill and I called the girls back. From what Sue remembers, there was a guy who was sanding off to the side...he had apparently crashed earlier and was still dazed. Sue caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye...enough to distract her and launch her over the table top, into the air. She hit the tree with her bar end which forced her left bar end to possibly jab her in the stomach. When we peeled Sue off her bike, we could see her seat was sheered off. This was probably the main culprit of her injuries.

Once Sue caught her breath, all color drained from her face and her lips turned blue. Frankie raised Sue's legs above her head to keep her from passing out. Donna whipped out an emergency blanket from her bag and covered Sue. I frantically called my husband, who went to the Ranger who called 911. 911 kept trying to call me to get out location, but every time I answered, the phone buzzed with a bad connection. I called down to a buddy at the SRAM to try and get help that way, but he didn't hear the ring.

As luck would have it, a fellow rider came along who was an EMT. He knew things were serious and took control of the situation. Right after, our knight in shining armor, Evan (from Rothrock Outfitters) was seen in the woods on a lower trail. Evan is one of the event staff and local dudes. I love him. Frankie called to him. As soon as he got to the scene, he got on the phone and called down to the festival where EMT's and Ambulance were stationed. He gave them the EXACT way-points of where we were and the EMT with Sue instructed Evan to ask for a board, neck brace and Helicopter to a trauma center.

Withing a short time, the ambulance found their way up a grassy double-track road that intersected the trail. In the meantime, these other riders and fellow campers camp upon us. They were E.R. doctors. Seriously? how lucky could we get. I went from thinking holy shit-Sue is bleeding internally (I knew it was at least her spleen and broken ribs), how are we going to get her out of here...to WOW. I cannot believe our lucky day. The E.R guys, EMT's and Evan bushwhacked through the woods with Sue on the body board. Jill went with her. The guys took the bikes too and delivered them down to the festival and then brought them back to camp for us!

Turns out, without Evan's knowledge, there would have been a 1.5 mile carry to the ambulance. There also would have been a much longer wait. As we came to find out, time was of the essence. Once they got Sue in the ambulance, they I.V.'d her and took her to a waiting Helicopter which airlifted her to Altoona Regional Trauma Center (an hour drive away).

My husband drove Joanne up to the trauma center. When they got there, Sue was already out of surgery. Massive internal bleeding...severed spleen, lacerated liver, punctured bowel and broken rib. Doc's said she was lucky. Her fitness level helped her big time. Had Sue been taken to a local hospital, she would have been airlifted somewhere else...or worse, according to doc's, not made it. Some scary shit when you're out having a good time with friends.

Pretty traumatic day for everyone. Even more so for Sue. She is one tough cookie though and I have no doubt she'll be hitting the trails as soon as she can. For now, she is in great pain and has a long road ahead for recovery. I think she will be much light and faster without that spleen. I hear they can just slow you down. At least that is what Mike Y. always said.

I will say that if it were not for Evan (and Josh helped too) things would not have progressed in the same manner. The EMT and E.R. guys were equally crucial to Sue's safety. We are eternally grateful to these guys. You saved our friend and what could have been a nightmare ending to what was supposed to be a fun day.

With all that said, we all agreed we would go back to Dirtfest and Raystown Lake, camp and ride the Allegrippis Trails too. We are seasoned riders who know that accidents happen, and Saturday was just not our lucky day. Other than Sue's adventure, we had a great time, hung out with great friends and it was one fun event worth going to again. The trails are sa-weet!

Jill and Suzie Q...

One suggestion for the festival folks...911 was useless. There should be a main contact number for Evan or someone at the event who can contact the waiting ambulance that is on site and direct them where to go. This was crucial in getting to Sue in the time needed. If things didn't go down the way they did, I could be writing about much sadder things right now.

Like Mother Like Daughter

2010-05-18T14:06:00.000-07:00

Like mother like daughter. Words I never thought would be uttered from my mouth. Now, as I sit here, writing a website and blogging, I realize it is more true than I could ever imagine. My mother is a writer on dance and food. She has written for the Philadelphia Inquirer for years, among other publications. She has now entered the world of blogging (primeglib). My mother knows dance and food like nobodies business. She'll kick your butt in Scrabble too. The only difference is she gets paid for her writing. I just get the glory.

What I never realized until now is how similar dance and cycling are. My mother never really "got" the bike thing. While I know she is proud of my accomplishments, sports are not a part of her vernacular. Dance is. She understands the movement, grace and style that must accompany good dance. One has to be limber, strong and graceful to execute certain moves. It is equally important to be in tune with your body, knowing where each part connects and how it connects with the world outside (the audience). When she watches dance as a critic, the ability to interpret choreography with precise movements that convey emotion and a story, are part of what she is looking for.

The more I thought about it, the more I thought about cycling. Like dance, a cyclist has to be in tune with their body, feeling each movement individually, yet bringing it all together in one precise motion. As you glide across the road or dirt, there is a feeling of weightlessness as you float effortlessly over the terrain. The zizz of your gears spinning buzzes like a sweet hum in your ears. You pedal along with ease, much like a dancer leaping through the air as if she has wings to make her fly. You feel that moment where you are truly free and one with your bike.

I have experienced the blood, sweat and tears that I have given to this sport. Which in some way is part of the joy. I have had the bloody wounds, scabs and bruises (both in body and spirit) to show my commitment and desire. Like a dancer with bloody, calloused feet and exhausted muscles, who keeps dancing until she gets it right; there is something that lives inside of us that pushes us to do what we do.

Another similarity I noticed is that you have to be able to read your terrain, much like a dancer interprets choreography. You have to know how each piece connects, what lies ahead, and how you will adjust or approach the varying and unpredictable roads or trails ahead. In the peloton, there is a certain choreography and tempo that falls into place. When you are jamming down your favorite trail you can feel your wheels slicing the dirt moving with the path of nature. It is a beautiful thing to experience for yourself.

When bike riding takes you to these heights, I believe it is much like the pleasure and satisfaction a dancer must feel when taking the final bow. You know you nailed it and you have the momentary realization of why you put yourself through the rigors. To have that feeling of grace and beauty, again and again. And to keep dancing on those pedals...

Like mother like daughter. Maybe it's not such a bad thing.