Saturday, January 31, 2009

Team Camp, day 2

Today's ride was another beauty.
80 miles, 4hours 15 minutes, 3,500 kJoules, countless sessions in the hurt.
View from the Inn.
Crossing the bridge in Monte Rio.
Vineyards above Occidental.
Paul Whiting's expert bodywork.
Tuttle, tapped out.
Lunner, also tapped out.

Adios!

Friday, January 30, 2009

Team Camp

A couple shots from team camp. ACR is in Bodega Bay for the weekend getting in some beautiful sunny miles. More to follow!
(From Left to Right): Chris Turner, Shaun Harless, Ian Tuttle, Kris Lunning, Chad Nordwall, Chris Johnson.
Today's Ride: 4 hours, 80 miles, 3,500 kJoules.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Busted

On the way to our favorite weekend group ride the bulk of the Above Category Racing team got nabbed. Please send cigarettes and care packages to:

ACR
c/o Marin County Jail
13 Peter Behr Dr
San Rafael, CA 94903

Monday, January 19, 2009

Weekend ride

Chad and I took a nice spin on Sunday. Tough to beat this clear spell... makes training easy. Good for the legs, and good for the spirits!



Thursday, January 15, 2009

Today's ride...

Got a little bored on my ride today so I shot a bit of footage... enjoy!

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Alternative Energy, Part II

Here's another time-tested mid-ride bouche. I recommend pairing it with a good vintage lemon-lime flavored energy drink.

Just like the cheesecake almond butter sandwich we featured last month, this one is easy to prepare and hard to resist.
Shopping List:
White Bread
Cream Cheese
Fig Jam
Prosciutto
The bread's got to be white, or you'll get a stomach ache.This is my favorite cream cheese of all time. If it's available in your area, you're psyched.Fig jam of any variety is essential here. The figs temper the prosciutto and in this version a touch of ginger does a fine job of riding the smokey high notes of the cured meat. Take Eddy B's advice. Eat meat.
To Make, first take a slice of bread. Gently apply cream cheese and jam, in equal portions, to bread.
Slap a prosciutto on there, and fold in half:
Voila! This one's good for mid to late ride, when you need something salty. I'd put the energy level around 250-300 kcals. Just perfect.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Upgrade

Dear Chris Turner,

The following request to change your USCF category has been approved and processed by USA Cycling:
cdturner - 2009-01-11 11:44
Member: Chris Turner
License: Road Racer
Request to change category from Cat 2 to Cat 1

USA Cycling Response from Jan Luke-Hamasaki:
Good luck, Chris.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

The On-Season

What better way to ring in the New Year than with a podium finish?? While most of us were sleeping in, Above Category Racing's Kris Lunning stuck a clean third place at the Mt San Bruno Hill Climb on January 1st.It's official. The season has begun.And Congratulations Kris!!


(photos by Sam Parker)

Monday, January 5, 2009

Rain riding

It is raining and I am riding and you my sorry friend are getting soft on your warm dry couch. It is dark and the road slicks up into the storm like a runway into the clouds and I’m going there, to the great wide beyond. Everything is different. Things smell more intensely. The pavement, at first when it changes from dry and pale to black and shining it smells like rock and the cars smell more strongly of exhaust and eventually I’m in the country and the horse shit smells like mulch, alive. And things look different. The road is a great reflecting drug-mirror and I’m the line, speeding on my own man made hydroplane. The trees are greener, pleased to see me moving below their branches. The sky is shut out with the great effort of the storm and every landed object is blurred. Shapes are warped, melted, slipping down the storm drains. Rain dabs into my eyes and stings, and my eyes’ rims are red. Meanwhile my bike is utterly quiet under the soothing blanket of the soaking sky. There are no squeaks. There are no clicks, no metallic shush from the chain. Climbing up a steep hill now the rain is on my jacket and I take long blinks. With my eyes closed the jacket-tapping makes a tent and I’m hunkered down in the wilderness at rest and then my eyes open and I’m actually ascending. I’m doing so much work and it feels like nothing! Underwater you can lift great weights. Climbing up this hill is levering a shipwreck off the sea floor. Easy. So easy that sitting inside right now is the more difficult chore. Your legs’ hardnesses wavering, doubting themselves, sliding like the outlines of streetlight halos down the sucking drain. And I’m here building an army of muscles without even breathing. Before my lungs can ask I take a drink from the flying sky and smile as the amniotic air glosses my lips and my gums. I marshal great forces for the dry times ahead. Didn't you hear the one about the ants and the grasshopper? Enjoy your couch.