The Chesapeake and Ohio Canal operated from 1830 to 1924, and covers a distance 0f 184.5 miles from Washington D.C. to Cumberland Maryland. The path is now a national park.
This past weekend I and three others rode our bikes from Washington D.C to Sheperdstown, WV, mile 0 to mile 75. It was a challenging trip, filled with awesome views and great times. After a refreshing evening in West Virginia, we rode back to D.C. Truly an excellent out-and-back adventure, one that I would recommend to anyone looking to see and experience some of the greatest sights in the region.
Not too long ago I went to my very first bachelor party. While there, and after hearing I was planning a trip to Hawaii, I was immediately told “you must ride the Hana Highway“.
If you are too lazy to click the link you might be asking yourself, what is the Hana Highway? It’s basically an extremely scenic highway that runs along the north/northeast of Maui, leading to the town of, you guessed it, Hana. So we flew to Maui with just our backpacks, rented some nice road bikes, and rode the 50-or-so miles to Hana. Although we had an excellent time hanging in Hana after our arrival, me sitting on the beach drinking rum makes for an even worse video than the ride there and back. So without further stalling, here is the Road to Hana.
The woods are where all the good stuff happens. Outdoor activities, action sports, and of course bachelor parties. Although I normally go to West Virginia for the downtown atmosphere, this time was exclusively for barricading in a cabin and having a bachelor party.
Although my first bachelor party, I’ve seen all the movies, so I totally know what to expect. At a young age I saw the American cinema classic Very Bad Things, and came to the party ready for anything. This included bone saws, hydrofluoric acid, plastic bins, and of course a couple reliable hangover cures.
However the night and subsequent days ended up being rather tame, and consisted of your average run of the mill binge drinking. I also got in a super ride with my wartime consigliere, El Generalisimo. Take a look.
This was the theme of my past week, when I suddenly wondered how fast I could sell my bike. I like this bike, but use it for utilitarian purposes, and it has no real sentimental value to me. In fact, no bike has any real sentimental value to me, they are just tools to accomplish a task.
It served me well
Above is the bike in question. So I went on over to the bike section of Craigslist, but not before checking out the scourge of humanity that exist on the personals. Pro tip: if you want to find the lowest, saddest, and most depressing representation of the human condition, pay a visit to the personals on Craigslist. Sorry in advance if: you found your significant other there, you post there, whatever. Also don’t tell me you’ve never wondered about it, DONT LIE TO ME.
Anyway, so I put together a nice little post, and sent it on its way to the wide world of Craigslist ads. Short story short, within the next two hours, I had sold the bike, and it was gone the next day. So then I went online, found a cool new bike and bought it same day. Here it is.
So yea, that’s kind of it. Sometimes you just gotta switch it up and keep it fresh you know? Also don’t ever visit the personals at Craigslist, especially those with photos. There are some things you can’t unsee.
Such was the calling at the 2013 MOCO epic. 1000 of my best friends and I tackled the best trails of Montgomery County in epic fashion by rolling around on some prime single-track trails. Riding with a variety of groups and new friends, the day was an array of trails and more importantly, well placed snack breaks. So intense were the trails on my senses, that I find myself in a state of blurred memories for my roughly six hour journey. Blurred memories aside, the real master stroke of the MOCO epic had to be the “4 beers for everyone who rides”.
Whenever you do something a lot, you generally want to do it better and better. And by better and better, I mean you want it to stop hurting when you do it. No I’m not talking about a more efficient back hand for the S&M club, I’m talking about bike fit.
“same rules as a mechanical bull”
Finding the right position on a bike can open up a whole new world of insecurities, because it makes you dwell on all the things you thought were correct but now know are wrong (kinda made me think of creationists who read a book for the first time). Knowing all the false knowledge you shlept around for all these years, just think about what else is wrong? I like to think I took it in strides. Things I learned:
My femurs are off the charts! like in a bad way though, they are super tiny.
My feet are big, and my shoes are likely too small. And seeing as how they already look like boats, this does not bode well for an already over-taxed shoe rack.
I fit in-between two different bike sizes. So neither will be amazing, both will be solid.
When an onlooker asks if you’re a professional because you “look serious”, say yes; don’t say “no I only do this for fun”. Because the follow up of a confused yet insulting stare isn’t worth it.
In all, my bike fit was an enjoyable and professional experience that I can honestly say was totally worth it. You leave more comfortable, and depending on how you handle criticism, better off for it.
Nothing says fun like 4.5 hours of riding your bike! Such was the mantra this weekend at Schaeffer Farms, which played host to a fantastic mountain bike race. The race du jour was participation in the endurance category, providing a hearty 50 miles on some beautiful single-track. (photo credit to Race Works Gruppetto)