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  • Mein Schatz 2:34 pm on June 27, 2010 Permalink
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    Tyler Farrar Defends Title in Delta Tour of Zeeland 

    For the second year in a row Wenatchee native, Tyler Farrar, rode his Felt to victory in Holland’s three-day, Delta Tour of Zeeland. A strong showing in preparation for the Tour De France, although he didn’t win a stage this time around. Hopefully the bicycling gods will smile on Garmin-Transitions this Tour and propel him to a couple of stage wins.

  • A.B.Campbell 10:04 pm on November 16, 2008 Permalink
    Tags: cycling, , naked in public, , world naked bike ride   

    Officials support ‘right to be naked outside’ 

    Seattle parks officials drop plan to ban nudity in parks »The Seattle Times

    A seven member panel decided to uphold the right to be naked outside… The issue arose surrounding concerns about the World Naked Bike Ride in July. (which apparently has something to do with oil dependency) Mein Schatz, this event sounds like it’s right up your alley. Perhaps you could organize one for the summer of 2009? No fatties though, please.

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    • Mein Schatz 1:31 am on November 17, 2008 Permalink | Log in to Reply

      Actually there is a Naked Bike Ride in Seattle every year. Here is the website. Be advised, there are some very naked, very average looking people on the home page.


    • The Bruce 5:21 am on November 17, 2008 Permalink | Log in to Reply

      Those photos could be worse, I suppose… there’s little black squares everywhere.

      I was however relieved to not see any “hefty” guys or “curvy” gals. A little black square is no match for a big ol’ fattty.

    • Mein Schatz 9:36 pm on November 18, 2008 Permalink | Log in to Reply

      I think those little black squares are actually pieces of tape, but i’m not sure. I like the fingerpaints myself. Fatties is fatties.

  • Mein Schatz 9:15 pm on August 7, 2008 Permalink
    Tags: , , cycling, donuts, ,   

    Days 84-85 – Eight donuts in one day 

    I set a new record today for donuts consumed: 8. I also took my bike into the shop to repair a broken spoke that I discovered this morning on my way out the door. This delayed my start to the day, because I had to wait for the shop to open at 10:00, but I had a cappuccino at the neighboring coffee shop and read a bit of Oscar Wilde. Its interesting how some communities seem to organize their businesses extremely conveniently for me. I surveyed some of the patrons about the bridge from Sarnia, ON to Port Huron, MI, and the general consensus was that bicycles were not permitted to cross. I figured I would try anyway, since the next closest crossing was a ferry 20 miles to the south. After quickly fixing my spoke, truing my wheel, checking air pressure, and tightening my headset, the Bicycle Shop sent me on my way for a minimal charge (only $5!).

    The rumors proved to be true that bicycles could not cross the bridge; however, the Canadian border patrol has a policy of ferrying cross-country cyclists in an official truck in the fast lane over the border, so that worked out wonderfully to my advantage. I did have to wait an extra 45 minutes in the inspection building as they checked over my passport, etc. It was such a stark contrast to entering Canada, where they barely glanced at my paperwork and waved me through. I got out of there around 12:30. This meant I needed to put down about 100 miles before dark in order to stay on schedule. I have to catch a ferry in Muskegon on Friday morning, and a friend from home has offered me a place to stay Thursday night in Coopersville. My initial estimates were 230 miles to Coopersville, but subsequent calculations put me the trip right at 200 miles, which was a great relief. Luckily, also the road was really flat, and I cruised to 90 miles before deciding to camp at a rest area for the night.

    I had hoped to just sleep out, not set up my tent or anything, since the night looked pretty clear, but thunderheads rolled in just after I lay down among the mosquitoes, and I barely managed to get all my things inside the bathroom before it started to pour. This was actually not a bathroom, but a vaulted toilet with no sink or light, but possessing a large floor that I could spread out to a certain degree. It seemed recently cleaned; however, that could have been from the leaks I discovered in the ceiling a few minutes after the downpour started. I contorted myself around the drips and puddles, and remained relatively dry, considering. I awoke from what wasn’t really a sleep at five and got my things together. It was dry but foggy outside, and I needed to wait until it was a little lighter before hopping on the bike. I loitered around a convenience store, bought a donut when it opened, and set off for Grand Rapids. Today will need to be 110 miles, but as long as I keep up a steady pace, it shouldn’t be too tough.

    In my last entry I was whining a bit about the uncertainty, blah blah blah, of my trip and how it was starting to wear me down. Strangely, after a night of no sleep in a soggy men’s room in the middle of no where, I feel somehow recharged and ready to go again. My mood has been somewhat capricious as of late, and I think the challenge of this last leg of my trip will be to overcome a bit of that self pity and toughen up. No more whining.

  • A.B.Campbell 4:07 pm on July 28, 2008 Permalink
    Tags: , cycling, , , , Warren PA   

    NEWS FLASH: Smelly cyclist makes the papers 

    It’s Monday, and The Bruce has returned to The Sagamore Journal refreshed, rejuvenated, and ready for action. This morning, as reported by the Times Observer of Warren, PA a cyclist and esteemed Editor of TSJ made his way from the Great Northwest through freezing cold temperatures, rain, sleet, and snow and is now on the Eastern shores of these United States.

    While Dean Wells of the Times Observer was strangely quiet on the issue, I can only assume that he’d agree with The Bruce’s headline. I have it on good authority, believe me, this trip is not doing Mein Schatz any favors in the fragrance department.

    • Mrs. The Bruce 5:13 am on July 31, 2008 Permalink | Log in to Reply

      Oh good heavens, Schatz. Someone has stolen your good looks and had their way with you.

      At least you’re still making lady friends. They look so pleased to be near you.

  • Mein Schatz 3:08 pm on July 18, 2008 Permalink
    Tags: , Breakfast, cycling, Northeast, State Parks, Tilton,   

    Days 63-65 – Hills of the Northeast, small but mighty 

    Lake George, where I wrote from last, was a tourist infested mess, but beautiful non-the-less. Upon leaving town I tried to take what I thought would be a shortcut to my next destination, Lake St. Catherine State Park. State route 18 was probably about 5 miles shorter, but the map, being flat as it is, did not demonstrate the 6-10% grades all along the road very accurately, and the last 15 of my 113 miles on the day were by far the most challenging. I made it to the park just as the sun went down and almost fell into my sleeping bag. Since I didn’t want to pay $.50 to take a shower, being stingy as I am, I am now two days without bathing. This is nothing compared to the week I believe I spent in Oregon in such a state, but it wasn’t nearly as hot and muggy there.

    I got up at 5:00, the earliest of my entire trip, and set out for Claremont, NH, about 65 miles away. I was excited for a short day, and enjoyed the ride through the wooded and winding roads of Vermont. After a few minor hills I dropped down into Ludlow and visited the tourist bureau. Definitely a place to revisit, maybe in the winter time for some skiing and sitting in a hot tub with some northeastern snow-bunnies. The road to Claremont was mostly downhill, but the hill up to Hannah’s grandmother’s house was definitely not. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I had actually gone up the right hill in the first place, but I didn’t listen to directions well enough and ended up riding up to the very top of the other side of the mountain, at which point Hannah’s Uncle Billy found me, I turned around and rode up the other side. This mountain was steep enough that I was forced to slalom up the road for a good portion, since going straight up was nearly impossible. It only took me about an hour to make it those four miles (both hills included) and then I sat down to a magnificent dinner prepared by the wonderful Sylvia Michaud. Two helpings of steamed beans, yellow rice, stuffing, nana’s special meatloaf, cranberry chicken, bread and butter, plenty of water, wine, and beer, and two pieces of pecan pie with whipped cream and fresh blueberries filled me up just right and I slept in until 7:00 on a full stomach and an extremely comfortable bed.

    Breakfast was just as delicious: eggs, bacon, cereal, orange juice, homemade donuts, coffee cake, and coffee got me set for the 50 miles to Tilton, where I worked a four hour shift and relaxed for a while. Tomorrow I think I will spend another day in New Hampshire at one of the State Parks nearby before moving on to Maine.

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