Sunday, April 19, 2015

Seven F****** Pounds!

Growing up in the 70's, one of my favorite Tigers to watch was Ron LeFlore. As solid a baseball player as he was, it was guaranteed he would kick it up a notch on this birthday every year (born June 16th; looked it up), usually going something like 4 for 4, hitting close to the cycle with a couple of stolen bases. Well, birthday boy Doke, a solid fisherman, kicked it up a notch on his birthday yesterday as he brought in the attached seven pound bass out of Lake St. Clair. Kudos to him and Al for also de-bunking the "east is least" theory (as in, east winds are bad and it was breezy out).
Happy thirty-something Doke.
Trail Head

Monday, April 6, 2015

Yay, bike season!!!


The spirit of Ernie is with the tour this year. I've added a few new entries to the calendar, the Milford Trail Challenge and the Tree Farm relays; both great group riding events:

April 16 - Island Lake
April 23 - Brighton
April 30 - Pontiac Lake
May 7   - Highland
May 14 - Milford
May 21 - Island Lake
May 28 - Brighton
June 4   - Pontiac Lake
June 6 - Milford Trail Challenge
June 11   - Highland
June 18 - Maybury
June 25 - Island Lake
July 2 - Brighton
July 9    - Lakeshore Park
July 16  - Highland
July 23  - Pontiac Lake
July 25 - Tree Farm Relays
July 30  - Island Lake
August 6 - Brighton
August 13 - Pontiac Lake
August 20 - Highland
August 27 - Hickory Glen
September 3 - Island Lake
September 10 - Brighton
September 17 - Pontiac Lake
September 24 - Milford
October 1 - banquet, location TBD

Trailhead meeting time is 6'ish. Times, dates, and locations are subject to change. Non-riders are, as always, welcome to join in for post ride hanging. Sunday morning riding (the Church of Tim) will again commence this year at various locations throughout the area. Hope to see you all out there on the trails or in the parking lot.
Trail Head

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Hardest Working Band in Livingston County

I felt like the kid in the movie "Almost Famous" covering the happenings of a rock band and all the travels that go with the lifestyle. Instead of the band Stillwater, we have the Leechbombs; at least that is what I think they are going by these days. And no, I'm sorry to report there weren't any tales of groupies frolicking naked in the basement around the band. With part-time member Bad Santana residing in northern Michigan, however, there was a different sound Saturday evening. The band played....entire songs. Laugh if you must on that statement but playing entire songs is a big step for the band. In previous years, you got a montage of about 8-10 songs in one with at least one Petty verse required in all. The presence of Gordie M. I believe has brought some stability to the core. The bad Bad Company needs some work, however.
Keep on practicing Bombs.
Trail Head  


Friday, March 20, 2015

Savannah, GA - The March...err...Pedal to the Sea

The bike tour headed south this past week to see some more of the greatest country in the world and embrace its history; most of which I slacked on learning about in my youth. The destination was Savannah, Georgia. 
The first thing that pops into your head when Savannah is mentioned is the end of the civil war and Sherman's march to the sea where he and his troops demoralized the area, helping to bring an end to the war. My initial intention of the trip was to learn more about this but while doing so found a beautiful city and some good people who love their St. Patrick's Day celebration; an understatement if there ever was one. I'll get to that shortly.
I settled into town Sunday night, two days before St. Patrick's Day, however, everybody in town was already in full green/celebration mode. Who needs a calendar to tell you to wear green? The locals tell me the celebration was going all weekend with the grand finale coming Tuesday. A friend of mine who lives in Augusta, Georgia told me they take their St. Patrick's Day pretty seriously down here but compared to my Mississippi experience a few years back where nobody acknowledged it, I was pessimistic. I was wrong. 
A history lesson was on the docket Monday morning as I took a guided walking tour covering mainly the civil war but also some nice information on the city. I was curious how the tour guide (and the city itself) would speak of General Sherman and what he did to the city but I was surprised they spoke of him in somewhat positive terms. I always thought Sherman came into town, destroyed what he could and got the hell out of there but learned that he was in town for about a half a year, staying in a local's house (noted below - nice place) and minding the store until it was time. My favorite story from the guide was the church bell that resided near the home. Sherman, known to love his whiskey like his superior, U.S. Grant, did not like the fact that the church bell rang at 6 AM every day. The legend has it that Sherman arranged to have the bell removed. The locals were not amused so he had it returned; sans the ringer portion of the bell. Nice move general.
After the tour, it was time to cover some ground and what better way than on a bicycle! A local shop rented me a nice Schwinn to use for a couple of days; $20. Nice deal and off I went. I first ventured a bit out of town to see Savannah State University. The only famous Savannah State alum that came to mind was football player (surprise) Shannon Sharpe. I'm sure there are some famous non-athletes that went there as well but you have to remember who is writing here. My brain has a lot of sports knowledge crammed into it and not as much non-sports knowledge. While I didn't see any Sharpe statues outside the football complex, the campus itself was beautiful.   
From there I "zigged" and "zagged" (not words) back to the heart of Savannah. A gold star to the one who designed it way back when. The streets are lined with 100+ year old oak trees dripping with Spanish Moss, giving almost a tunnel effect when pedaling down them. Every square block has a park/square with a fountain or statue in the middle. I even got to see where they filmed the Forrest Gump scene where he is waiting for the bus, telling his story (picture noted below).  
The Monday ride was outstanding which lead into Tuesday's St. Patrick's Day celebration. The civil war guide warned that every park/square would be packed and he was not lying. Party tents were everywhere. Savannah is no amateur in party planning as they had wristband booths set up days ahead so individuals could walk the streets with adult beverages and not get a ticket. A local charity gets some funds from the wristband sales ($5) and the police don't get carpal tunnel writing tickets. A win-win if you ask me. The police had a presence but weren't in riot gear looking over your every move. The culmination of the day's activities was the parade. Yeah......no. I'm sure the parade planners did a fine job in putting it all together and looking at the large number of groups getting ready in Forsyth Park (big, beautiful park), I'm sure it was a great one. Waving at people I don't know walking down the street while I am crammed on the sidewalk just doesn't do it for me though. With that, I pedaled south out of town to see some more sights and got the heck out of there until the last tuba player was done marching.
The party didn't end after the parade, however. This town can party like I've never seen since maybe New Orleans. As I was on the early celebration shift (just can't do a double celebration shift these days), said writer was in bed early, as usual. The "woooo!!!" girls outside near the hotel, however, were going well past three in the morning. A gold star to them but based on the vomit on the stairs walking down to the lobby on Wednesday morning, I'm thinking the "woooo!!!" eventually became "ralph!!!!" Too bad.
Thank you for the hospitality Savannah. 
Trail Head
every street seemed to have the tunnel effect - love that Spanish Moss




Sherman's Headquarters


Chippewa Square - location where Forrest Gump is waiting for the bus, telling his story

a girl and her pet pig - she let me pet it - "Who's a good pig?"
WWII Memorial


material used for most of the older buildings





tribute to William Jasper - key soldier in the Revolutionary War

no mention of cookies, however
tribute to James Oglethorpe - founder/creator of Savannah


City Hall

Savannah Cotton Exchange












River St.








Sunday, March 8, 2015

Urban Rider

In the spirit of warmer temperatures (and the upcoming bike season!), a shout out today to my nephew Jackson who has taken the love of bicycling up a notch, and then some. A Detroit-er since birth with stops in Yokohama, Japan and Sao Paulo, Brazil in between, Jackson isn't exactly close to the many recreation area/state park mountain bike trails as most are about an hour drive for him. Not to fret for this city rider as there was a club created a few years back to address this; Slow Roll Detroit. Rather than pedaling through the woods, you are pedaling the city and the many neighborhoods it encompasses; a great way to see some of the hidden jewels in the 'D'. Yes, there is more to the city than what you see on the six o'clock news. Jackson I guess you could classify as a sheep herder on these group rides. With 100+ riders (and then some) of all types and skills, his task is important in that he rides ahead of the pack and makes sure everyone turns where they are supposed to instead of ending up on the east side somewhere getting said bicycle taken away by an uneducated fool.    
If anybody needs a bicycle, Jackson can also help you in that regard as he fixes up old bicycles. He has so many that his recent housing search has him with a requirement of at least two bedrooms; one for him and one for the bicycles.
Keep on pedaling White Chocolate.
Trail Head
Chicago



 

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Road Trip

The moons aligned this past Friday evening as the married contingent joined me for a road trip west to Kalamazoo to visit friend Mike. The road trip process has definitely changed since our younger days as what used to be conversations of running wild and doing silly things has now evolved into discussions about physical therapy. Yep, Father Time does that but not to fret for us forty-somethings; these married guys can still take it up a notch when out of the chains. I sure couldn't keep up with them. Love the road trip and what a great group to spend it with. It brought back memories of road trips of the past (queue the way back machine....dweep, dweep, dweep...)
One of my favorites was a trip with Al, Doke and believe it was Eddie back in the early 90's. I can't believe we covered it all in a weekend but after the 50+ hour work week (we were working our asses off those early years), north we went Friday night to Al's parent's place near Traverse City, hung out there that night, dug out Doke's truck from the driveway the next morning and went south to the Grand Rapids area to hang out with friends there Saturday night. We covered some serious territory on one of those weekends when there was no itinerary. Those are the best.
Another memorable ride was when Gus and I went to visit Jim down in Fairborn, Ohio, also in the early 90's. My car at the time had a defect where the brake calipers would not release correctly. With that, the brakes were pretty much "on" a good portion of the time. Mix that in with a little slush/freezing rain and we were doing some pretty good fish-tailing on I-75 on the way down. A safe trip it was I'm happy to report but definitely a steering wheel gripper.
Meeting up with friends at college was usually the motivating factor for the road trip. There was one trip in particular that makes me wish we had cell phones (and some common sense). It had to have been 1986 or 1987 and Jim, Gus and I went for no particular reason to visit Mark C. at MSU. It was probably mid-late May as State had late spring semesters back in the day. I was still a Chippewa at the time. Rather than calling ahead to Mark prior to leaving like a wise person would, we just assumed he would be there so west down I-96 we went and onto Akers Hall for a surprise visit. Upon entering Mark's floor, we soon learned he went home to Milford (where we left from) for the weekend. All was not lost, however, as the people in the dorm took us in as their own. We had a few soda pops with them and had a great time. On the ride back to Milford, we were following this race car being towed. The driver name on the side was similar to "Bob Rahal" but wasn't him. We could not stop chanting his name while giggling like schoolgirls. And we ended up hanging with Mark later that night back in Milford!
There are many, many more road trip stories to tell but we'll leave those for the campfire chat. A fun time it was in Kalamazoo Friday evening though. A shout out to our driver, KC, for safely transporting six very large human beings from the hotel to downtown. That van's shocks hit maximum pressure on that ride.
Trail Head
Bell's - what a beer selection



Mike and I reflecting on a cold beverage about to come our way



band on the move - "Scythian" they were called - good pluckers/fiddlers



Saturday, February 7, 2015

Glide On

Everybody and their brother was out embracing winter today at Huron Meadows as Mark C. and I hit the trails. Both parking lots were full and I heard another skier asking if there was a competition going on. I thought everybody just wanted to get out and enjoy a great ski trail but the goodwill feel unfortunately did not last long. While checking out the map late in the loop, I hear in the distance, "come on, we're racing" as a dude went by me in a huff. If he was racing, he was in last place as there was quite a large posse in front of him. Stressed out racing guy aside, a good glide it was.                                                               Trail Head