100 mile ride on 03-09-2007. A dog almost gets the tyre treatment.

7 09 2007

I havent had time for many posts as of late but this is an important one, so i thought i should post it.

I was supposed to wake up at 7:15 and ride to 15th and High to meet Andrew, Brian and Justin from the considerbiking.org site at 8:30 to start riding…i didn’t actually force myself up until 7:45 and its usually around a 30 to 45 minute ride from my suburban hovel to the city. So i took a quick shower and stretched, threw on gear and put some peanut butter on sandwich rolls and started riding. Sprinting while eating is not a good idea but i made it there in about 30 minutes right at 8:30. After the pleasantries were exchanged, as it was my first time meeting these guys, we were off to circleville!
um yeah.
circleville, ohio.

I couldnt have asked for a better group of guys to ride with on a first meeting. Stories were told and future plans made, im looking forward to more long rides with them. After we got to circleville, i thought we would be getting lunch but i was wrong, we were going to lunch in ashville, a town northeast of circleville by about 20-25 miles. I think. I took over as pace setter at that point and only 1 thing was on my mind: FOOD AS FAST AS POSSIBLE. This was at around 40 miles or so, i started out on an agressive pace, over 20 mph. FOOD! We got to ashville and there were 4 places to eat, one of which was closed. It was some type of barbeque place, so needless to say i wasn’t disapointed. However the other choices were not a whole lot better. FOOD! A Bob Evans American country type place, a McDonalds, and a Subway sandwich place inside a gas station. We decided on the Bob Evans because they serve breakfast all day and that means lots of carbs. FOOD! We stuffed our faces with FOOD! I don’t remember the last time i was in a Bob Evans restaurant, it has to have been at least 10 years.

I don’t remember when the dog almost got it, but we were ascending a steep incline, and this little mutt came out of no place alongside the road and almost knocked Andrew, Brian, and Justin over, in what would have been a chain reaction crash. But with luck and good technical riding skills it didn’t happen…

So we carried on past Rickenbacker airport and headed back toward Columbus and more food. When we were nearing the city we saw the remnants of a motorist crash or something, there were the remnants of a pickup truck that had caught fire…it made me more hungry for some reason.

I think Im forgetting things, im going to make some edits later.

Here is the route map from the city:



Im in iowa. Cyclist hit by car.

7 09 2007

So i just got to Iowa, and the first thing i see on the front page of a paper is this:


Welcome to Iowa, mr. militant cyclist.

Response to “a letter”

5 09 2007

Dear Militant Cyclist, Thank you for your rousing email. You’re obviously an enthusiast and nothing I could pen would disuade you from cycling – quite the contrary. I guess my article is aimed more at those who would like to cycle more but are intimidated by the so-called “cycling culture,” which, let’s face it, tends to be a little jargony and technoconscious (and damned expensive to boot) and therefore somewhat exclusivist. Obviously, an article that instructs folks to wear helmets and to ride with, rather than against, traffic, is fairly elementary and isn’t going to do much for a cyclist of your experience. The fact is, we simply need to get more people to travel on two wheels (you know the reasons as well as I) and if poking a little fun at the cycling culture with its pompous thousand dollar bicycles, bird seed diets and stretchy pants helps, then what’s the harm I ask you! Keep up the good work, my friend! PS: I think you’ll find my more recent article “Old Schwinns for an Old Neighborhood” much more to your liking.

– Greg Knepp

Ive been back from NY for a few days, posts soon!

5 09 2007

ill write about the NY trip and the design job i did there, it was for a south asian (indian) swimsuit calendar, and the few rides ive been on since ive been back “home”. One 110 mile ride with some new friends…