Welcome to Miami

Well folks, I’ve made it to Miami and gotta say I’m pretty damn happy about it. Apart from the whole- returning to snow- I’m looking forward to heading home but I’m really glad I took a week to ride down here. This last little jog  down the sun shine state has certainly been an eye opener. My view on Florida hasn’t radically changed- palm trees, old people who shouldn’t be driving, beaches, quiet living, etc. However, I was very unaware of the amazing culture and atmosphere here in Miami. For those yet to experience it, South Florida varies greatly from the north on a serious cultural and climate basis. It’s like the first time you visit Montreal where most people are speaking French and dressed to the 9′s and you think: “Heyy… this doesn’t feel like Lunenburg at all”. The Latin American influence and is huge and that really makes the city what it is and gives it it’s charm. And don’t get me wrong, the weather in Tallahassee is nice, especially for a Canadian, but it sure hasn’t come close to the heat in the south.

Oh ya, and I’ve been training my ass off but I’m not sure anyone really cares about that.

But, with the good comes the bad. And by that I mean there are undesirable consequences for a place where, everyone in the world would like to live. According to Wikipedia, with over 19 million people living in Florida, urban development is pretty massive and the resulting traffic due to everything being spaced out does not make for the best riding. Though, riding along the beach never sucks and the amount of bike lanes are actually impressive but they seem to disappear once you near the massive Miami metropolis. And, unfortunately bike lanes don’t really deter people from occasionally driving in them or feeling the need to shout insults as they drive by.

There are enjoyable moments however. Such as eventually catching up to a rich kid driving his Dads truck that honked at you and drove you off the road whilst flipping the bird, hiding behind his Aviators and tinted windows with country music blaring, thinking he would never see you again…. I digress.

Today I did perhaps the most intelligent thing I’ve done while travelling in a very long time. I actually went to the airport ahead of time and figured some shit out. Good thing because after getting seriously lost and then discovering that bike boxes are magical elusive things that no ones ever seen (try Walmart was he best suggestion I heard), I most definitely would have missed my flight had I shown up the usual 20 minutes before..Yes Mom I know, I know, 2 1/2 hours before..Minimum. 

Until then…

Swamp Creatures Vs. The Canadian

Swamp Creatures Vs. Canadian: 1-1

This week I’ve been searching for swamp creatures and owning them like a Canadian Steve Irwin.

Not so lucky was the Wild Boar. Years from now I’ll stick to the story that I took down this bad-ass with my bare hands. I have a reputation to uphold (Discovery Channel, feel free to call) and future grand children to terrify. So I’m leaving this one for the imagination. Christopher Columbus never gave away his secrets. Obelix and Asterix would be proud. Now lets rewind to yesterday.

Yesterdays ride ended with me bunny hopping a snake on the bike path before turning around to investigate. Upon initial investigation, the snake was dead. So naturally I went to pick it up for a closer look. The first poke he was stiff as a board. Turns out he was just playing me for a Canadian. I went to grab the sucker and Bam! Sneaky guy came alive. I got a nasty “don’t fuck with me” look and a shake of the tail. “If I were you I wouldn’t get my face too close to him” says the Colombian. If he was worried then I probably should have been running in the other direction. I decided this battle was best left for another day and let the little guy soak up the sun in peace (animal lovers note: I did save his life).

Info tidbit: During the ride to the coast I visited the St. Mark fortress and was educated about the Spanish conquering the Florida pan handle before they all promptly contracted some disease and died. The ones that didn’t got the hell out of there because it was too hot.

After a bit of rest and planning my next animal battle I’ve been back at doing the hard stuff and getting ready to pin on a number. Apart from kicking the animal kingdom’s ass, I’ve been administering daily doses of leg burning lactic acid and face cramping tempo efforts. How is it March 3rd already!?

Pelican congregation at the wharf. Thought about catching one but that’ll have to wait.

 

Rest and Recovery

Since I touched down in “Tally” as they call it, I’ve been treated to some great rides, amazing prehistoric like landscapes, crazy weather (including torrential rain) and a heap of much needed rest. I also took this time to recover from an injury I sustained on the last few miles of my trip. Not a crash, or “over-training” injury as most people would suspect (ppffhhh). No, this was a superb attempt to catch a Frisbee gone horrifically wrong. Extenuating circumstances leading up to this event would only highlight the accident, but I’ll spare those associated with me and get straight to it. As I turned to make a sick grab, I made some serious knee contact with a metal lighting post. I did not make the catch…

This is why I’m a bike rider and not a football player. Oh and I am the size of a horse jockey but that’s besides the point. Regardless, I brushed off the sore knee and continued on. This injury, along with doing some serious reading/ research on diet sparked my interest in really getting the necessary, nutritionally dense, alkaline, anti-inflammatory (the knee thing) all round healthy foods we all need, but often neglect. And as an active person, I tend to thrash my body to pieces and should be kinder to myself (recover faster and stronger) with a bit of solid nutrition- as we all should. Lucky for me they have farmers markets in Florida mid “winter” so Jose and I rigged up the trailer and headed out for supplies.

During my down time I’ve had time to assess my training and look ahead to 2013. I’m getting super excited and hope to pin on some numbers soon. Hell, I’m stretching… and I hate stretching more than doing the dishes. I’m even getting a little nerdy with numbers, heart rate values and all that crap. And for those of you that were placing bets on my fate, I should have my precise total km’s and route all mapped out by tomorrow. A total of 28 days, 26 of them spent on the road. (A few missing below- Google doesn’t seem to think anyone will have more than “Y” destinations in one trip!)

Bring it!

I’ve gotta make this one quick, however, great news. I’m almost in Florida! After not particularly paying attention to where I was heading (other than south) I managed to log some serious miles without realizing that I’m actually less than 150k away from my final destination: Florida!

Tallahassee is so close at this point I can basically smell the crocs from here. And I fully plan on wrastling with one of the ugly bastards as soon as I spot one. Wooo!

More dialogue to come..

Rollin’ on 700c

After my close encounter with death last week things have been looking up. I’ve enjoyed some great riding and warmer temps. Apart from one miscommunication with Google, I’ve actually managed to ride in a straight-ish line due south. My navigational skills have greatly improved over the last few weeks.

Being able to follow the sun is really helpful. I don’t really remember seeing it up North that often. An American recently asked me if our winters were “all dark”. I said yes. Now, that is partly true depending on where you live in our vast Land, so I don’t think it was too misleading.

For those that are “Keeping” track, After Greensboro, or High Point, NC to be exact I’ve stopped in Richfield, NC, Lancaster, SC, Clinton, SC, Edgefield, SC and finally Milledgeville GA where I put my feet up for my second rest day off the bike. My ride to Milledgeville was an epic day to say the least. In the end it was 175k and many stops for food. With those kind of days its more a mental preparation that gets you through than anything. Setting goals along the way and staying in the game. And when Google throws a curve ball your way, you can be prepared for the worst.

Hypothetical conversation with Google:

Me: “Heyy… Google. What’s going on here, man? Did I miss a turn??”

Google: “Ahhh… Well, no this looks about right to me”

Me: “Seriously!? This is a dirt path!”

Google: “oh.. I thought you knew”

Me: “Come on!… Alright, alright. No worries. Where’s the next turn off?”

Google: “yea.. ummm. This is it. No turn off. My bad.”

Me: ” I swear to God….”

Eventually Google and I made up. I was back on track after getting cozy with the Georgian red mud. I made it back to civilization and now only a few days away from Florida it’s a weird feeling. I guess I’ll be unhooking the trailer and doing some bike racing! Time flies when your having fun.

I’m looking forward to mixing it up and dusting off my sprinting legs. I get antsy just thinking about Mardis Lachine…

Georgia on My Mind

I guess it’s probably time for an update. The last few days have all kind of blended into one cheese plate plethora of  places, people and open roads. After a day in Lynchburg I zigzagged my way to Danville, VA. Tacking on a few extra kms because I’m too stubborn/ lazy to actually buy a map or plan out a route when I can. When I did eventually arrive, I got the grand tour and found myself in a local biker hangout where beer goes for $1.75. With the risk of getting stabbed for being Obama supporters, Curt and I sat quietly and watched the chaos unfold. 

Unfortunately, riding for 6 hours a day hasn’t done much for my east-coaster reputation. Once being able to drink even the Sober Fox under the table, I make 18 year old girls in Gatineau look like Red Beard. And I’m going to have to start sitting down to Bojangles fried chicken and biscuits more often or I’m going to make Michael Rasmussen- in Mexico- look fat.  

Cue Saturday; sunny skies and warm temps (for a Canadian). I made it to Greensboro, NC and finally feel like I’m getting close to my final destination. I was pleasantly surprised to look down at my PowerTap and see 300W while riding one handed up a hill, nose breathing with my mouth full and face buried deep inside a bag of lemon cream cookies . Now, this may not be traditional training methods, but it was reassuring none the less.

Actions such as this may have also contributed to me curled up in the fetal position in the bushes on the side of the road, wishing for a swift death. That or undercooked chicken. I’m not sure who to blame. Eventually I crawled out and found my bicycle where I had left it- hoping someone would steal it. My Mom would blame the wheat, although, I hear salmonella has similar effects.  

On that sombre note, I’m going to walk back to my motel in the rain where Wifi has yet to be found. At least its not snowing… Tomorrow’s gonna be a big day. Gotta make up some time to keep Dave Bush from haggling me. Now that’s some serious motivation.…

 

Suck it, Lance

I have been able to enjoy some pretty decent weather lately and even better scenery. After my wicked stop in Lurday I set out for Charlottesville, VA on Wednesday. I started to get a little worried along the way when locals began to ask me “well, how’r you gonna get there?” Turns out I would eventually have to get over the mammoth mountain ridge to my right if I ever wanted to get back to civilization again.

The Shenandoah National Park stood between me and freedom. Signs pointing to “Skyline Drive” said it all. 3’000ft elevation between the ridge and the valley would mean I’d have an interesting ascent and a near death experien… I mean, interesting decent as well. But to be honest, apart from my legs exploding on the way up, it wasn’t all that bad. I promised myself -”no faster than 50kph with the trailer, Stephen” Which really meant, “Keep it in check when you hit 60, dude”. And, with horror stories from friends crashing with a speed-wobbling, jack-knifeing, exploding trailer ever present in my mind, I safely made it down the other side. 

 I’ve been able to shed some sub-zero clothing these last few days too.  And while knowing that I will be able to race in April, and Lance will not be, has probably kept me the warmest- neoprene has helped too.

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For all you still stuck in the snow, Pearl Izumi pants and booties at the Cyclery will keep your toes toasty.  

I’ve been resting up today for the first time since I left and I’m pretty happy about it. I spent the morning touring around Thomas Jefferson’s cribb and drinking too much coffee around the UVA campus. I did ride my bike into town- sans trailer, and if I wasn’t already the sketchy guy in the pack- holy shit you should see me now. The thing steers a little different without a trailer attached.

Watch out.