And Another Flat tire

Greetings Readers

Last night at about the same time I was going home from work yesterday - BOOM - at the intersection of Yosemite and County Line Road another blowout. This time I knew from the way that my back tire hit the pot hole I saw at the last millisecond. I was able to raise my front tire to ride over the pot hole, but doing that forced all the weight on the back tire.

With that - the full force of weight on the back tire and hitting the pot hole - kaboom.

This time I said Fuck. And pretty loudly.

The tire went flat as the young girl's chest and immediately pulled over to the curb and onto the grassy area between the sidewalk and street.

Thank goodness for a warm night. I was sort of mad at the instant of the blowout, but I soon got over it - LIG- and I shook my head in disbelief. I had a smile and had to utter a short laugh. Fuck me that I had to have another flat tire - blowout in two days.

I had enough light this time to fix a flat and also I did not have to worry about anyone walking by.

I changed the tire without incident and then headed home.

I guess they say flat tires come in threes.

Southpark - How messed up was the episode last night?! I couldn't stop laughing whenever they showed Kenny "cheesing." Just that look. His eye balls not aligned correctly. I am telling you readers how in the world do those creators come up with some of the topics. "Cheesing" and the whole process of "cheesing." I do not think that I could even come up with that on my own.

Until the next time

Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete

A Flat & Kindness In the Dark

Greetings Readers

"What does she mean? Dreams are complicated Doug." The Riches

There are days, perhaps every day that I may be tested by god, the biking gods or something/someone else about my reactions to kindness.

And I have to say that I pulled off a test last night - with flying colors I might add.

The back-story – it was about 8:00 PM last night and I was riding home from work. The sun had gone down and there was just barely a dark blue color visible in the sky amongst the black night. Though, not enough light to through any light on the road to see where I was riding.

I was basically riding the dark. When I apparently ran over something and had a blowout. I cannot even guess what it was nor could I guess how it happened. I found no thorn, nor did my bike feel like I ran over a rock. It felt and made a sound like that I ran over some broken glass, but when I pulled the tube out of the tire the tube showed an indication of me running over a rock and the tube being forced into the inner rim of the rim.

I know that sentence may not make sense, but whenever I run over something, such as a rock, the tube gets two slits in the tube that was made against the inner rim. I don’t know why, but when I see those two slits I know that I either ran over a rock or some object, which forced the tire/tube against the inner rim and that in turn causes the immediate blow out of my bike tube.

I was cruising. I was feeling the rush of night riding and not knowing what is on the road before me. I was riding in one of the many suburban communities in Arapahoe County, when I ran over something then I heard the familiar blow out and the rush of air leaving my tire. Man. I was about ¾ of a mile home and I had this blow out. Fuck me.

I did not cuss out loud at all. I was not mad (as usually as I am when I get a flat tire). I was indifferent. I was hoping that the bike tube would hold after I heard the familiar blow out, but 10 yards later my tire was flat as a young girl’s chest.

I pulled over immediately and shook my head in an “I can not believe this” attitude. I actually smiled and knew that this flat tire was due. I immediately thought that I could either walk my bike home or repair the flat tire.

Well, I pulled out the bike pump, bike kit and bike levers and proceeded to change the tire.

Meanwhile, a few vehicles did pass by me while I was fixing my flat tire. I was not mad. I was fixing and changing the flat tire without any thought what so ever. The only thing going on in my head was to change the tire or walk the bike ¾ of a mile home.

Anyway, I heard some footsteps across the street coming toward my direction. I looked up at the person’s direction to acknowledge that I saw him/her. Then, I immediately look from him/her to indicate, I hope, that I do not want to talk to him/her nor need any sort of help.

I could still hear his/her footsteps coming while I was fixing my flat tire. Then, I heard the footsteps coming towards me. I did not look up since I do not want to engage in any conversation with anyone.

Now. I am not being rude from my standpoint. If this person was a walker and he/she was out walking I am sure that he/she would not want to be bothered by me or anyone else that evening.

I hear a lady’s voice - “Excuse me?”

Oh by the way readers, this was one of the times that I did not want to listen to my Ipod nor did I have my earphones in my ears. I was just enjoying the bike ride home listening to the world around me. I did not look up since I did not think she was talking to me.

“Excuse me?”

I looked up and said “Yes?”

“Are you okay?”

“Uh yes.”

“My son just said that he saw a bike rider and said that person looked like that he needed some help.”

“Oh. No, I am okay, though I have no light to work from in the dark.”

“Do you need some help?”

“No. I am fine. Thank you.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Thank you. At least it is not cold.”

“Yes. Well… if you are okay then I will be going.”

“Thank you. And thank your son for being so kind to mention to you that I might need help.”

“That’s okay,” she said.

“Again. Thank you” and I added “I just hope that your son did not hear me cuss” Which of course was a lie, but I wanted to make sure that she was okay with talking to a stranger in the dark. Getting a laugh or smile sometimes makes people feel more comfortable.

I felt that I had to add that since she had no clue who she was going to help out with her son telling her a biker, me, might need help down the street. I had to make sure that I was not my typical self in the dark. Especially, with my sarcastic side, low tolerance level for “ignorance” and me being a man. Also, I wanted to make sure that I was giving the impression that I was just a neighborhood neighbor and not a man looking to take advantage of a woman.

Perhaps I was being tested by someone. Perhaps not. Yet, I am proud to write to you readers that I was on my best, best behavior and said thank you so many times that I almost felt fake. Hell. I was being fake within my character and that is the truth. But in the scenario last night I was very honest on giving the Thank you’s to her. I wanted her to leave ASAP, but I wanted her to feel that she could leave me ASAP without any help or guilt for not helping.

Readers – I am not asking for praise or a “fuck you” remark, but I want to tell you and the rest of the world that I am capable of being nice when I need to. Being nice is not an effort for me, but most of the time it is hard for me to be nice and not sarcastic at the same time. I am a smart ass by nature, but only when asked questions which are “dumb” in my personal view.

Oh, I guess I better add that this picture is the first picture of the year in my Southpark bike Jersey I decided today a day to wear this bike jersey. I have to admit I feel like Cartman looks today.

Until the next time

Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete

The Spring Morning Sun

Greetings Readers

Holy Shit! I can not believe that I got blinded this morning by the morning sun. Nope - I was not blinded by Science.

With the time change (Daylight Savings Time) the past week and me leaving a bit late this morning I experienced riding directly into the bright rising sun.

I was actually like Gizmo - "Bright light! Bright Light!"

I guess with the sun rising earlier in the morning each day and the sun shining more and more in the Northern Hemisphere as well I just can not remember the last time that I saw the sun in this position early in the morning. This picture shows the morning sunrise is now rising on one of the routes that I bike to work on. The sun is now shining directly in front of me as opposed to the far far right

I could not look straight ahead at all. I actually had to look down about 3 feet in front of me so I would not see sun spots on my retinas. What was even worse my Oakleys were dirty and have a few smudges and water spots on the lens. Urgh. Though I did stick to the sidewalks since I knew I fairly handicapped by the morning rays of the sun. I was riding slow and not looking ahead, which was called for on this particular morning. And yes I did readers, I made sure to look ahead every now and then to make sure that no one was coming towards me. I was all over the sidewalk - as it should be. Maniacal laughter.

I also wore my bike short only (no long bike pants) and I wore my Star Wars - A New Hope bike jersey to work today. I was actually alright. The initial start of the ride was a bit cold, but after getting the blood flowing in my thighs I was alright. I love it when I do not have to wear a jacket or the long bike pants. Just more clothes to put on and take off. Also, less weight that I have to haul around. I know I know - how much does my jacket weight? How much does my long bike pants weight? Nothing really, but I just want to wear, carry, be as light as possible for riding back and forth from work.

Then, the other picture is a better, close up picture of my Star Wars - Return of the Jedi bike jersey. I know that the other picture that I posted was a bit small and I also was wearing the bike jersey.

In closing, something was on the local FOX news this morning and I was unable to watch what the "problem" was specifically about. Apparently, it was about tipping and Starbucks. And you faithful readers know my stance on this particular topic and how I feel. Anyway, let me do some investigating and see what's "Rotten in Denmark." Once I find that out - let me decide if this is something that I need to touch upon once more.

Until the next time

Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete

A Post-Happy Easter

Greetings Readers

I guess I should give an update to you readers about our ranch.

Finally, the water lines from the windmill to our water troughs have defrosted so we (meaning our family) do not have to haul water every two days. I guess the temperature was pretty bad in December and January, meaning very harsh, and I still can not believe that the water lines froze through the ground so many feet below.

Also, we have new ten calfs. There should have been eleven calfs, but apparently the calf got stuck in the birth canal and we lost the calf and mother back in January. Due to complications.

Then, A Post Happy Easter! I took the day off and just took some naps, watched tv and played some video games and computer games.

And I think that you readers should be able to guess who this particular biker/cyclist is pictured on today's blog. Hint. hint. It is definitely not "the Ignorant biker." Hee hee. And yes I have to admit I took this picture of me while I was riding. Not safe, but never the less I was not breaking the law.

Until the next time

Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete

Bike Jerseys(continued) & Lemons

Greetings Readers

I have taken another picture of the next birthday gift that I received just recently.

As you can see this bike jersey is the Star Wars - A New Hope bike jersey. I did not think that I was going to like this bike jersey, but after wearing the bike jersey a few times I think that I am starting to really like the bike jersey. Granted, I made an immediate judgement on the jersey by the picture alone, but somehow I am really starting to like the bike jersey.

The total of the bike jersey were just a bit more than a quarter of a grand that I spent on the bike jerseys, excuse me, the three Star Wars Bike Jerseys were well worth it. I am very happy that I did buy all three as opposed to just buying the one bike jersey.

Now, onto the topic that was just recently talked about at work.

I am not sure how much or even if I told you readers that I love Ice Tea, and more importantly Sun Tea. Well, apparently there was a recent study about lemon and restaurants.

I guess if you do not want to know you better quit reading and wait for the next post.

Okay, depending on "eeewww" factor it could be pretty disgusting. Well, apparently the lemon's outer skin at restaurants have been covered with feces. Period.

Yep, restaurant workers are not washing their hands after they use the restroom. Though we must remember that restaurant workers are probably using the same restroom as the patrons.

Which in my opinion the restaurant workers are washing their hands, but pulling on the same restroom handle/door knob that the patrons use, which in effect you are grabbing the feces that was not washed off by a previous restroom user.

I know that I have covered the non-washing hands topic, but apparently I have to address this subject once more.

It sucks. I love to have lemons with my tea, but now with the knowing that there was a recent study and that study showed that feces was on the outer skin of the lemon is gross. Yet, yesterday when I ordered Iced Tea I got a slice of lemon on the rim of the glass. Yes, I squeezed the lemon and then left the entire lemon out of the tea.

I know that I touched the outer skin, but what I did not know at that time I now know what to do next time. Or I guess an even simpler solution is to forgo the lemon and just have the sugar. That I can live with, I think.

So, I hope that I have not grossed you faithful readers out, but I thought I better pass the useful and helpful things about the "Lemon" study about restaurants that was in the news just recently

Until the next time

Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete.

A Religious Incident at Light Rail

Greetings Readers

I got off work as usual. Yet, there was a certain pissy-ness, that was with me yesterday.

I got dressed into my biking gear as usual and decided that I am going to take Light Rail part of the way home.

I reached the Light Rail station with an imaginary dark cloud over my head. I was pissed off, but not pissed off at anything. Wait! I know what you readers are saying right now. When isn't Daryl pissed off. hah hah. The joke is on me. Anyway...

Note: - the picture is not the Light Rail Station that is being written about, but does give the readers a sense of passenger loading area.

I ride into the RTD Light Rail station and reached the open "passenger loading area" when I see that there is a group of people at one end of the passenger loading area and then there are a few people handing out fliers. I immediately put two and two together, but not three and three. I knew that they were some group of people from a specific religion. I immediately thought I wanted no part of this. None. I did not even want to be approached.

By the way - I was in this pissed off mood when I was getting my biking gear on that I forgot to put on my earphones. I was listening to the wind making her sounds in my ears while riding and listening the surroundings, which I immediately picked up singing at the far end of the loading area.

Hence, that is how I put two and two together. As for three and three - one of my friends later told me that those people were probably trying to get people for Easter Mass. See how much I know.

I coasted through the loading area and I will be damn that this was the one time that there was no Light Rail trains unloading. That meant I was going to be a target from the get go. No other people that these religious people to approach and "bother". I know that is not right to say, but in my personal view I do not want to be "bothered" about religion - in general of course.

I soon reached the kiosk and lo and behold I did not have any spare change in my side bike pocket. Damn. That meant that I had to take off my back pack and get my wallet out. Which in turn that made me be longer at the kiosk and more of a target to one of the religious people.

I knew that I was fucked.

Damn! All I had was a Jackson. That meant 18.00 dollars in dollar coins. Shit.

I selected my location and put in my $ 20.00 dollars. Clink. Clink. Clink.

"Boy sounds like you won the lottery?" I heard from a woman to the back and right of me.

Damn - I immediately thought. No earphones and I was forced to respond. And be polite. Since this was a religious person.

"No, this is my change from putting in a twenty dollar bill." I said monotone and looked at her with my Oakleys on my face and quickly responded.

"and if I miss that train right over there - I am going to be pissed off and I will cuss in front of you and those singers over there. So please let me be. Thank you."

I was being honest and straight to the point. No bullshit from me on this one occassion.

I know she said something after I said Thank you, but I ignored/didn't listen to her. I was worried about missing that Light Rail train since I had seen that Light Rail Train sitting there ever since arriving at the Light Rail Station.

Normally, I would not care if I missed the light rail train, but as I stated I was in a pissed off mood and I think I was looking for a reason to be pissed off at. If the Light Rail train left while I was getting my ticket that would of sent me over the boiling point. I wanted to cuss and was looking for any reason to cuss.

Luckily for me. Yes, me not her and her group, I did not miss that Light Rail Train. Though about 15 seconds later that train I boarded left. Oh so close. A what-if moment that could have went the other way.

Until the next time

Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete

2008 Spring Vernal Equinox 11:48 PM

Greetings Readers

I know technically that I am a day late on this, but technically I was only 12 minutes late from the actual first day of Spring and I really wanted to use today as the official post.

We have finally reached Spring. Woo Hoo. And today in Denver, Colorado the weather fit the day. It was warm and windy, but at least it was a warm wind. I know that Winter is officially gone, but saying that Winter is over here in Colorado is not true. We residents still have until the end of April to really be free of Winter's grip. We have had the Spring blizzards and late snow fall in the Denver area in April and May.

Yet, what I am waiting for is the day that it rains, not snows, so I can ride in the first rainstorm of the year. Though I know that my first bike ride in the rain is going to be cold.

Anyway, not much of a post for today. I have been busy at work and writing after a busy day is something that I have not been able to do in a right state of mind.

Fear not, I will return to my normal state that you may be familiar with.

Also, today is a picture of a building in the Greenwood Village Area (DTC) that I took this morning with the morning sun just rising over the horizon. I am not sure if you can see the deep orange of the morning dawn in the photo, but the sun's morning rays were so beautiful shining against the Eastern side of this building.

Next time - Perhaps I could tell you about my conversation with those bible toting, hymn singing little group and the "leader" of the choir group at the Light Rail station tomorrow. Actually nothing bad, but by "the biking gods" I was not going to miss that Light Rail Train for no one! And should...

Until the next time

Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete

2nd Season Premiere of the Riches

Greetings Readers

The season premiere of "the Riches" - second season was excellent.

I could not wait until 11 PM (MST) in order for the Riches to start the second season. There was nothing else on tv so I had to watch XXX-State of the Union and then Batman Begins. I have to admit that both movies were pretty good. Nope, I never saw them nor had any desire to see either of the movies. Yet, I did not want to change the channel nor move from the couch so I would not miss the premiere of the Riches.

Note: This is sort of a spoiler alert, but not word for word on the Riches last night. Please skip the rest of the posting since that is all I am going to talk about.

Second season started with a recap on where and who the Riches are. Then, FX replayed the last 5 minutes or so of the last season's episode. The new season starts up with them still in the Mobile Home wondering what next.

Honestly readers - I still did not have a clue on how this was going to be resolved nor how the second season would start.

I really laughed when the money that was "lost" from last season showed up in one of the character's hands. I could believe it and not believe that person had the "lost" money.

Then Dale. Tell you what readers, he's bad, but pivotal to the show. Nina (how ever you pronounce her name) showing up in the show was nice. The show has already established characters so with the start of the second season FX was able to continue the story without any new character development.

I did like all the conversations between all characters and they stayed true to the character's persona. There was the - Oh my gosh moment - the I can't believe it moment - uh-oh what the fuck are they gonna do moment - the too funny moment - the morals moment. And last but least - the what would you do moment.

At the end of the first episode they showed the previews for the upcoming second season. Which by the way, will be only seven episodes long. I am sad to hear that. And I will hope the seven episodes will be good to where FX will renew for a third season.

I was so happy to be on my couch with a glass of wine watching my family - the Riches - that I come to love. To me watching and drinking a glass a wine on a show that I thoroughly enjoy is me being very happy. I have no problem giving up an hour of my life to watch the Riches.

Until the next time

Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete

The Bike Jerseys - Revisited

Greetings Readers

Time for me to unveil one of the birthday gifts that I hinted to in earlier posts.

So today's picture is the bike jersey that I wore during the race. It is my new Star Wars - The Empire Strikes Back Bike jersey. Though, I do not think I will wear during this event anymore. I did not get the attention that I got last year for my Southpark Bike jersey I wore. Oh well, at least I did get a few comments on the bike jersey. Sorry readers, I know that the racing bib number does cover most of the front picture up, but the front is exactly printed on the back of the bike jersey. I will take a clear picture for you and post later so you can see without the racing bib number covering up the image/print.

The important thing is that I probably got something that you don't. So there. (sticking out my tongue). I know, I know, perhaps you do not give a shit. So be it. I still have this jersey and you don't.

I do have to confess that due to all the drinking (cheap beer and cheap Irish whiskey) that I did on Sunday after the Runnin' of the Green I was not really into having my routine ritual Sunday picture taken in the state/condition I was after drinking alcohol like there was no tomorrow. So, in order to make up the routine picture I had to take the picture during the week (after work). Though, keeping to my ritual I did keep my racing bib number on my bike jersey, new bike jersey, that I wore on Sunday

This new bike jersey is beautiful and the other two bike jerseys are just as beautiful.

Until the next time

Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete.

Runnin' of the Green 7k - the Story

Greeting Readers

I guess I better open up with this. At the Runnin' of the Green - Lucky 7k Run I have posted my best time at this specific event only. Not too shabby at all.

Flashback - I woke up pretty early Sunday morning and I was getting myself all relaxed for the morning race. I watched some tv, took a nice long hot shower and decided to take a RTD to downtown.

I was out the door at 8:45 AM and I headed for the bus stop. I got there and stood where the sun was shining since I did not bring a jacket. I wanted to show off my new bike jersey. So, I wore to layers to compensate for the missing jacket.

9:00 AM. 9:10 AM. 9:15 AM. 9:25 AM. Still no bus. I was getting worried. Really worried. Well 9:30 AM I left the bus stop and headed home to get the bike.

The Runnin' of the Green starts at 10:15 AM. I grabbed my bike and started to ride to the Arapahoe Light Rail Station. I was really riding fast and harder, but not too hard since I did not want to start any lactic acid production in my body. I still needed to run a 7k this morning. I think I got to Light rail about 9:40 AM.

Dang. I was going to cut this close or not make the starting line in time. Shit. I was wondering what light rail route was going to show up next. The one that either goes to Aurora, to 16th street mall or the one that I needed the one that goes to Union station. It was 9:45 when the Light rail car made its appearance.

In the distance I thought I saw "Nine Mile" which meant that this Light rail was going to Aurora. As the Light rail got closer I saw "Union Station" and was relieved about that. Yet, I was still cutting my time close. How long does it take to get to Union Station from Arapahoe Station with all the stops in between? I don't know.

9:50 AM. 10:00 AM. 10:14 AM. I had reached the Light rail station at Union Station. Wow. I got off the train and headed to the west since I know which way the starting direction was going to be. As I rounded the corner onto 16th street mall I saw the back of the pack still at the starting line. Whew. But I did not stop running.

I finally made it to the end of the runners at the back of the starting line. Two minutes later the starting of the Runnin' of the Green 7k was on its way. Two minutes to spare. How's that for cutting it close. Granted, it took 3 more minutes to actually cross the starting line, but at least I was not late.

I was weaving in and out of the runners while running. Cutting here and there. I was scanning all the runners in front of me trying to find openings. I was also looking for someone who was just a bit better than me running so I could pace myself with him/her. Nothing.

I was constantly passing runners. A few runners did pass me, but only a few. Only because I started at the back of the race as probably did the other runners who passed me, which meant all the fast runners left in the front group or close to the starting line. No big deal.

I would estimate at about the 3 mile mark the runners had lighten up and the road was less crowded. I could actually run without weaving. What was also going for me was that the route back into Lower Downtown Denver was almost all downhill.

Then, going under the bridges that are located near Coors Field my left shoelace came undone. Damn. I did not want to stop, but I needed to. I needed to get a good time and also did not want anyone to step on my undone shoe lace.

I ran to the side of the street and nearly fell over when I was going to tie my shoe lace. Thank goodness for the concrete wall, which I leaned/fell into. I tied that shoe in about 4 seconds and was able to run back to the person I was sort of catching up to.

The run into lower downtown I did pretty good and I was able to keep a good pace throughout the race, but I had to get ready for the last few blocks of the race.

Only two runners passed me for good, which I could tell by their pace. I did not think there was a chance that I was going to be able to chase (run down) those two runners down. I let them be and concentrated on my pre-finishing sprint and set-up. As I neared the last two corners I picked up my pace and then I saw that there was a woman runner that was going to pass me.

She did pass me on the last corner and she probably thought that was the last time that she was going to see me. Uh-no. No way. Not going to happen in this lifetime. I immediately picked up my pace and caught up to her pretty quickly - in about 10 feet or so.

That moment was the time, my moment, that I had to launch my attack. My final sprint. This was the moment that I was going to imitate the T-1000 from Terminator 2 - Judgement Day. I picked up my legs and moved my arms vigorously. I sprinted past that woman runner very quickly and fast, which I needed to in order to keep a counterattack on my sprint to the finish.

I was sprinting so fast those last two blocks, I think, I once more overwhelmed 40 to 50 more runners and also kept that woman in my dust.

And the rest is history.

I drank afterwards. I got my T-shirt. I met some friends. Some co-workers. Met Emily (from Ohio). I enjoyed the music. I enjoyed the shining sun we still had. I had a great time, but needless to say I did drink way too much.

Whew. That puts another Runnin' of the Green 7k in the books for me.

Until the next time

Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete

My Biking Caps

Greetings Readers

I think that most of you faithful readers know that I wear a bandanna on my head about 99 percent of the time.

I do not think that I have ever shared that I love bike caps. I think the reasoning is because that is what I grew up with and also that was what I saw the professional bike riders back in the day wear. A bike cap can be very beautiful with colors and logos. Of course, other bike caps could be dull and ugly, but nevertheless I would still buy the cap for the sake of having that cap and hanging up on my wall.

A collector I am.

I am sorry that I can not show my entire collection without making the picture regular size and showing the small view of the caps in its entirety. So with the angle of the picture I was able to show most of the caps I have hanging on my wall. Though you can only see about half my caps with the various logos on the caps. At least you can see the various colors that I have in my hat collection.

I collect bike caps. I have worn about half of the bike caps, but the other half I have not. And not because I do not want to. Wait - I guess there is only one bike cap that I would not wear out and bike in. That would be the Tour de France bike cap. That cap is at treasure of my collection.

Getting back to the caps. I guess it is safe to say that I just collect them for the sakes of what I do and care about very passionately. It is also nice to display them for everyone to see and comment on when I entertain guests from time to time.

During the spring and summer I do have about four bike caps that I will wear and rotate on a daily basis. I hate to say this, but I like to make sure that the bike cap goes with whatever bike jersey I might be wearing that day.

Anyway I thought to share this with you readers since I think I have only mentioned the bandanna's that I wear and love.

Changing topic - "The end is near." "All good things must come to an end."

A&E is going to start the final season the family that I love to watch - this Sunday. Tony. T. Yes, Tony Soprano. Along with Carmella, AJ and Meadow. With Paulie, Silvio, Christopher, Uncle Junior and the rest of the characters that are still living on the show - The Soprano's.

The next family I love to watch is also starting this coming Tuesday with its second season. The Riches. Well, we faithful watchers know that "the Riches" are not actually the Riches (Doug and Sherene), but pretending to be the Riches. And I am so looking forward to the second season. How is it going to start off with what happened on the last episode of the first season? I just don't know?

Tomorrow will be the day I reveal on what I got the other day - finally.

Until the next time

Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete

The Official Start of Running in CO

Greetings Readers

The 20th Annual "Runnin of the Green 7k" in Downtown Denver is happening this coming Sunday and downtown will transpire a few blocks into a block party for a few hours. The event usually is consider the first official running event to kick off the new year. With that there are many runners that use this running event to start off the new year for running.

As with my running I actually started back on the first week of February.

The Runnin of the Green 7k is the event I look forward to every year. No, I am not consistent in going each year, but I make an annual tradition to do this event every year. Thousands of runners are registered each year. Downtown closes off some streets. Music is playing every. You can have a drink outside (in the appropriate places of course). You can see all the costumes people dress up and even run in.

If the day is sunny then people, runners, dogs, etc are sitting against buildings and visiting. Whether with friends or people they have just met. People are sitting on any available curbs. People love when that one day of the year is sunny.

Then, if there is snow then people still come out. Whether the snow is falling like crazy and/or the weather is cold runners will try an make the Runnin' of the Green. Just to show up on a snowy day makes you part of an elite group to say that yes I ran the Runnin' of the Green. Pictures even further support your passion of running.

Last year I wore my Southpark bike jersey and I was remembered highly for that. This year I just got some new bike jerseys and I want to wear one of the new ones, but deep down inside I want to wear my Southpark bike jersey. I want people to see Cartman once more. I am thinking, debating still which jersey I should wear.

Until the next time

Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete

I Am Going To Be Stylin' !

Greetings Readers

So guess what readers? Yes, I know you readers have no chance to guess what I am about to say "guess what" about. Back early in the year I had mention that there was something that I was going buy. Well, let me tell you readers that I finally got around to mailing the money and order. And today two thirds of what I wanted arrived.

And last night was the premiere of Season 12 of Southpark. It was funny, but not that funny. But funny on the way that the topic was presented last night. Though at first, the first ten minutes I could not laugh (with heart) since I really felt the subject matter was inappropriate to laugh at. Then, of course, Cartman changed all that when he said the phrase that ended with ".... positive." with such a straight face, yet the undertones Cartman meant he was still able to joke about the serious subject matter at hand.

That's about all I can post about since I do not want to give away the subject since the season premiere was last night.

Until the next time

Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete

Me & Bike Tire Tubes

Greetings Readers

Today’s picture is a shot of all the bike tire tubes that I currently have on stock. With me having so many bikes I have learned that I need to keep a surplus supply of bike tubes on hand. Granted, this lesson (the storage of extra bike tubes) did not come to me overnight, but many years later. I just hate spending money that I do not have to.

Yet, with the different bikes that I own and most of the time it seems that the back tire goes flat. With that I have to be careful that I am not interchanging an 8 gear ring with one of my 9 or 10 gear ring back bike tire. I am not sure if I have to be really careful, but I do not think that it is wise to do so. I would rather be safe than sorry.

Presently, I buy bike tubes when they are on sale – I would estimate I would buy up to ten dollars worth when on sale. That usually comes to about 3 packages of spare tubes. As you can see from the picture I have nine. But that does not include the other spare tubes that I have stashed in my under the bike seat compact bag compartment.

I try to keep a spare, new tube in the bike seat bag for those “on the run” tire change and have no time to repair a flat moments. And believe me there are quite a few of them. Especially when I am running late for work or beating the bank hours before it closes for the day/weekend.

Yet, I also will try to use a bike tube as much as I can. There are many, many times that my bike tire tubes look so “white trash” to the rest of the world. That may be the wrong word to use - “White trash”, but when I change a flat and see the bike tube covered in patches I have to laugh at my “cheapness” or “penniless” ways of using a bike tube over and over until I can no longer use the bike tube anymore.

I know the bike tube is cheap, relatively speaking, but I have to make sure that I am getting my money’s worth out of each bike tube I have. I am wasteful and that is something I will admit, but with biking I have to make sure that I am using my money to the fullest extent regarding my cycling. My biking career can add up to some pretty expensive costs these days and spending another five bucks on a bike tube is too much for me. Especially since I own a lot of bikes.

Wait! - I know what you are thinking - this guy is a hypocrite - he can buy jerseys after jersey, which cost $ 80.00 on average, but he can not spend $ 20.00 on bike tires tubes?! Yes, that is true, but tubes are hidden inside the bike tire as where my bike jerseys are what defines me and also I am proud to show off to the cycling and non-cycling world. Fucked up priorities, but never the less, fucked priorities I stand behind 100 percent. I never said I was perfect.

Getting back to the topic at hand - Along with bike tubes I have to buy Bike patch kits. This cost is very, very low and not even worth talking about. Yet, I do have to talk about. The bike patch kit usually costs about one dollar to three dollars, but I really think that this cost is more reasonable to than buying a whole new tube.

Once more readers I thought to share this particular topic with you readers.

Until the next time

Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete

Bike Lanes In the Denver Area

Greetings Readers

There are bikes lanes that are scattered throughout the streets of Denver and surrounding suburbs. These bike lanes vary from being located in major thoroughfares to isolated side streets.

Bikes lanes are identified pretty clearly by signage and markings on the street. Sometimes, there are bike lanes on either side of the street and sometimes there is only one bike lane on one side of the street.

What I think is that we can all agree that a designated bike lane is only for bikes. I believe in that. I believe that the bike lane should only be used for bikes (non-motorized of course). I also believe that I have the right of way when traveling in the right direction of the bike lane.

But. I also believe in taking responsibility. I know, I know readers – that is actually what I said. I do take responsibility to a certain extent.

There are days that I am pissed off when I see a runner, a walk, or a dog walker in the bike lane that I am riding in. Whether going in the same direction or coming from the opposite direction. If I am approaching him/her from the back I yell/shout coming “on your left” way in advanced.

Somehow walkers, runners and dog walkers have this uncanny need to keep walking in straight line and turn around with that attitude like Robert De Niro in Taxi Driver “Are you talking to me?”

Other times those runners and walker cannot hear me yelling because of earphones/headphones that they may be wearing. I am guilty of this infraction most of time myself. So there is less anger from me, but I am still angry that this runner/walker is in the bike lane as opposed to that nice 2 to 5 foot wide sidewalk that parallel to the bike lane.

Other days I simply could give a fuck. I simply make a slight adjustment in my direction and go by the runner, walker or dog walker. I do not say a word nor even give the dramatic head turn that says “who do the fuck do you think you are?” More often than not this is usually the option that I choose.

Should I be approaching the walker, runner or dog walker in the opposite direction I usually use hand signals to indicate to move. I also yell/shout at them to move to their left/right – whichever side the runner or walker is near to the curb.

As one blogger stated about legality I would be “entitled” to the designated bike lane. I do agree. Wholeheartedly. But I have a certain responsibility to myself.

I also have to use common sense. Do I make someone say “fuck you” to me since I told the runner/walker that this is a bike lane for bikes? Do I really want to talk? Should I just go around the runner/walker?

Now readers, this is where the line of what is right and not right on what I do in the bike lanes every now and then. On what I am about to tell you from this point on readers is that - I do not advocate that you should do/attempt this at all. Nor will I be responsible for any such acts that you may take upon yourself to imitate what I will describe.

Sometimes, I see a runner who is running in the same direction that I am biking in the bike lane. I get pissed off right at that moment, because I am in the bike lane and the runner is in the bike lane.

Now, in this particular scenario I have been seeing this runner every now and then on my biking route – so seeing this runner once more and I know this runner is going to ignore me. Period.

I only do one thing – I bike (ride) as close as I can to this runner when I bike right up next to him/her. I do not do this at an insane speed, but at an average pace. More often than not I startle them from out of their world. Sometimes I hear yelling from them, depending on how loud my music is playing. Cuss words are usually what is being yelled. More to the point - yelling at me. Other runners are just used to riders riding close to them and I am sure brush it off as a “pitfall” from running in the bike lane.

Yet, the runners/walkers that are yelling, cussing, or whatever - they are looking at my back as I ride off into distance and I do not turn around to acknowledge them at all. I know this gesture just infuriates them even more. Silence is a powerful tool as opposed to cussing back to whomever.

I do not ever touch/hit another runner/walker and most of the time I will not engage in conversation with them. Yes – I wrote “most of the time.” As I mentioned in a post a while back I am like Tony Soprano or he is like me. I am not happy until someone else is miserable on those certain days of mine I choose to feel that particular way. And on those days getting into a heated conversation with another person I get a certain pleasure of feeding off someone else’s anger. I tried to type (describe) this feeling, but I cannot seem to get that feeling into words.

Should I be riding in the bike lane and a runner/walker is approaching me from the opposite direction there is not one universal thing I can do about this encounter in the bike lane.

I do not know if the runner/walker will keep running straight at me and not move an inch. I do not know if the runner/walker will move at the last second. I do not know if the runner will throw an elbow into my side. There are many I don’t know.

Yet, there is one way that I deal with the oncoming runner/walker. Though this only applies when I am not in a hurry. If I have to be somewhere at a certain time I will simply just move and let the runner/walker have the right of way of the bike lane.

When I see the runner/walker approaching and no attempt by the runner/walker to move out of the way I already have a MO that I do every time in this sort of situation. When I feel I am at a certain distance from the runner/walker that works for me I will come to a complete stop in the bike lane and just stand there straddling my bike. I make no effort to move, to dismount or appear to look like I stop for a reason. I just stop and don’t move. Just like Rosa Parks – I’m not moving.

When I do stop in the bike lane this usually gets the runner/walker talking/gesturing at me. Oh the talk that comes out of some people’s mouth. Of course, I have a mouth that says some incredible shit from time to time too. I’m no saint. Sometimes I hear what is said by the runner/walker, but sometimes I don’t. Does not matter, what does matter is that the runner/walker had to alter his/her course and go around me. Oh the satisfaction I get from such a stop I made in the bike lane. Just for spite sometimes I will add by saying that this is a bike lane designated for bikes. From that you can guess the type of responses I get. Cuss words galore most of the time

You know readers I have rambled a bit on this subject and I really did not get to the point of this subject. With that I am going to continue later....

Until the next time

Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete

I'm not Anonymous

Greetings Readers

Attention Sil vous plais! The Ignorant Senor(ita) blogger is going private. You should read the reason, excuse me, the reasons why. I will try and list a brief re-cap if I can.

However - I am not anonymous. I have no reason to be. I like signing my name after each post. I now like showing you readers pictures of me (me - pictured on today's post) . I'm in the search engines, I am known. Period. I tell it like I see it. Or the way you should see it.

I give anonymity when talking about anything related to work, but that is very, very rare. Even on the rare occasion it is about a co-worker and I have label that character "Lamont" and even told my co-worker his code name and also their is a "Bobbie Rae." I do not talk about as co-workers, but as pawns in my adventures with them.

Beyond that I have been honest about me. I have kept my actual location (street address) and parent's place (no address) out of my blog. No need for any of you bloggers to find me out of anger or repercussions.

I do talk about this and that. All that I think have I have mentioned so far have been opinions, personal views, and by definition. I have never quoted "the law" or anything remotely close to statutes.

I rarely mention my friends, but mostly focus on the complete stranger that I see or meet upon the road of life. You have read, probably read, the encounters and interactions that were between me and those strangers. I make no excuses and/or apologies..

I am not worried about what I say nor am I worried about what I talk about, in a manner of speaking. Since I do not talk (gossip) about my friends/coworkers - I have no worries about a friend/co-worker finding my blog out on the Internet. This is a public blog, which by choice readers (us blog authors have that authority to blogs Public or Private) and I have no reason(s) to make private. Most times when I should mention someone I know - it is vague to where that a particular reader(s) may identify him/herself in my blog.

Again - I am not talking about my everyday interactions with such and such person. I have more to talk about than people I know. I talk about my biking, running, events beyond the workplace and home. I am free to touch upon any subject that I would consider open and not be related to the people I know.

So, getting to the blogger I labeled the Ignorant Senor(ita). It was decided by the blogger this past week to make his/her blog private, because she/he has "reserve the right"to do this. So what. Is this Ignorant Senor(ita) thinking were are not as smart as her/him? Or we can not figure this out by deductive reasoning?

She/He writes about her/his past life, er love life, and let me tell you she/he can talk about the past. She/He says that they personally are over that love, but in reality she/he is not. She/he has kept all letters, IM's, pictures, etc. and writes about this and that and why and why not and then has the audacity to say she/he is over him/her. Clearly not. To be over someone you need to get rid some of that relationship stuff. I was actually waiting for her/him to say that they have a locket of that person's hair for remembrance.

The Ignorant Senor(ita) talks about other issues which I have commented on my blog and I have labeled Ignorant Senor(ita) as a label keyword search. Some of the things she/he says are pretty fucked up. Though you have to give her/him credit for being so young and hopefully naive - she/he is in twenties and has not experienced the world beyond the area she/he resides though that is an assumption from what I have read so far on the Ignorant Senor(ita)'s blog.

Now, getting to the last post she/he will make - the Ignorant Senor(ita) is giving us readers an ultimatum to either follow her/him or not. She/he has told us the reasons why and this will break a friendship if she/he does not make the blog private. Well, in my opinion, the Ignorant Senor(ita) needs to come off that throne and back down to the earth.

I am a bit sad since I will be unable to read her/his next fucked up view of the world and how it is not her/his fault. Or she/he will have " past love - part 50" and again that is pretty fucked up to talk about that a subject that long. Oh yes readers, the Ignorant Senor(ita) is well into part X and above. And the posts are getting longer and longer, and makes me wonder how much info did she/he keep about past loves (there is a lot of detail).

The Ignorant Senor(ita) was an inspiration to me on how fucked up being in your twenties is. Believe me I know myself since I was once in my twenties. I am not in a position nor would even consider telling what may be right and/or wrong. I just tell my view and opinion of what she/he did on the actions she/he did on my post.

Note: - Ignorant Senor(ita) - My readers will miss you and my analytical breakdown of your adventures you post

Additional Note: I already have a replacement in mind - His/her label is the Ignorant Biker.

Until the next time

Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete

Sunday Sunlight

Greetings Readers

I was motivated, really motivated, to return to my normal Sunday Morning Ritual. Tis been five weeks since I have had been getting my Sunday paper either late in the morning, or early afternoon due to some running event, or me unable to ride/walk without soreness.

This morning I was free to do nothing. No obligations, no failing into a snow bank this morning, no 15 degree weather and no deadline(s).

I was sitting at my computer this morning and I was happy to see that the sun is once more shining where I have computer set up. That means the sun is now rising/moving north. I know, I know, the sun is not actually moving, but I want to think that way. The sun was so bright and I was in awe. I even had the movie "Sunshine" on.

With the sun being so bright these days I had to actually clean my Oakley M Frame sunglasses this morning. I should have cleaned the sunglasses on Friday. Why? Oh the setting sun on Friday evening was at its brightest I have seen in months. Or perhaps I caught the sun before it went down. Or perhaps it was haze.

I was riding West on Arapahoe Road on Friday evening and I was literally blinded by the sunlight. I tried to looking at an angle to the road, but the sun's rays were literally blinding me from any angle. I was just going under I-25 when I came into the full setting sun. I could not see the ground/road , I could vaguely make out the vehicles on the left of me and everything else was basically a black shadow. Anywhere I tried to look I had the sun's light encompass my eyes. I was actually starting to have sun spots from accidentally looking at the sun. I was also getting very, very worried on what/where I was riding since I did not remember the terrain of riding. I could nor remember if there are rocks, trash, a drain or sand. I was literally almost riding blind.

I could not let go of my handlebars on where I was riding in order to take off the Oakleys so I had about 100 feet of riding before I could stop and pull off safely. Wow. I took off the sunglasses and the world was better, but the sun was even brighter than before. All in all I made it, but Friday evening was a ride into the sun that was pretty difficult.

So, when I saw the sun rise this morning I knew I had to clean my Oakley's so I do not have the same incident that I had on Friday afternoon. I was kind of amazed when I was cleaning my sunglasses. I have not cleaned them since I bought them. Pretty amazing in my book

After I got done and was ready to go to the paper machine I put on the Oakleys. Wow. A world of difference on what cleaning your sunglasses can do. Not to mention the weather was 31 degrees at 7:30 AM. Very nice. Yet, I will admit that my eyes still teared up when I rode fast to the paper machine.

This picture was taken, minus a racing number, since I did no races this weekend. Just for keeping the shot taken every weekend I thought I better stay consistant with this particular shot each weekend.

Until the next time

Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete

On the Eve of Daylight Saving Time

Greetings Readers

Another year has passed by and once more we are on the eve of Daylight Savings Time. I am indifferent, but I do like what the hour does to the days from here on out.

So, I have to admit my feelings it is kind of nice to have this weekend off. I almost left town for the weekend, but I was unable to confirm my plans for the weekend.

The weekend has been forecasted to be nice - in a manner of speaking. I will be damn. For the past five weekends I have been running in all sorts of weather and temperatures. I think the only good day was the day Snowman Stampede, but I was not in the prime condition to run 20 miles. But I did.

So this weekend is suppose to be in the upper forties, perhaps the 50 degree mark. Sunny, sunny and sunny. Early morning temperatures will be normal. Oh how does that just burn me up when the only time I am not running the weather is cooperating.

With that I will let you readers go

Until the next time

Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete

The Dodge 3500 Incident

Greetings Readers

I had a Dodge 3500 hit me this morning. Or I could say that I had a run in with a Dodge 3500. Either way will work for me

As you faithful readers know I usually ride with my earphones in. Anyway, I could hear the Dodge's engine revving up at the stop sign, but I made no effort to stop. The Dodge's engine rev'd up and sure enough the truck's front grill hit me.

What's that readers? The background?

Well, long story short I did have the right of way. But, as always in my book - that means shit. And I deep down I had a feeling, but I did not listen to that feeling when I saw that truck across the street on Arapahoe.

As I crossed the busy street of Arapahoe Road this morning there was an opening and I made post haste and road my bike like the Roadrunner on crack.

On the opposite side of Arapahoe Road was the Dodge 3500, which at the time, I did not know what type nor model of the truck. The truck did appear while I was waiting for the traffic to clear so I could cross the street

As one blogger who writes about their "right" to be on the road - I legally have the right to go first. I do not disagree and I noticed this was a big truck. Not to mention that I could not see through the tinted front windows. And ditto for the driver of the truck they could not see my eyes because of my Oakley M Frame. Both of us were blind as two which way each of was going. I could not use a hand signals since I was riding very quickly across Arapahoe Road. The truck did not have its blinker on, which made it impossible to tell which way the truck was going.

I reached the other side of the street and then proceeded to go in front of the truck since that was the way I was going/turning.

It was one of those things situations where one side of the street was empty, but the other side was full of traffic. As most motorist would they pull out to the other side of the street since no traffic is coming the other way.

I can only assume, but the truck saw an opening coming in the traffic while I was turning from the no traffic side. I heard the engine of the Dodge truck over my music of Madonna's song "Hung Up" playing in my earphones. Then, I heard the sound that no biker/cyclists wants to hear - the engine revving up to get the vehicle moving.

The driver most likely did not bother looking down the other way once more, from which there was no traffic, to see if another vehicle was coming or where I went. Or the driver that assumed that I was going straight.

All this was happening in about 20 seconds, if that.

I saw and heard the Dodge move forward. I prepared. I did not stop. I did alter my course a bit, but I got ready for the hit that was going to happen. I felt the truck hit me on my upper right arm. In a span of a second or two seconds I can see the event in my mind.

I let my bike move to an angle of 45 degrees as opposed to being perpendicular to the truck. Then the truck literally was pushing me and my bike into Arapahoe Road. Then, I could hear the engine not revving anymore or if I was being grammatically correct - then I could not hear the engine of the Dodge revving. I could also see out from the corner of my eye that the truck did stop. Meanwhile, I was thinking how in the fuck did I manage to stay upright during this whole accident/incident.

When I was clear about three feet from the Dodge truck I looked back shouted "Motherfucker." No, not at the driver. Not at me. Just in general. I said "motherfucker" like in a "I'll be damn" way

No harm, no foul. I proceeded onto the sidewalk and continued onto my journey.

I never looked back twice at the scene of the accident. I could fucking care less what the driver was doing.

I have posted a picture of Dodge truck, but not the one that hit me. That Dodge 3500 was white And boy oh boy that front grill is large, from what I saw from the corners of my eye. Thank goodness there was no bumper on the front of the truck.

Until the next time

Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete

I Choose Not To Say Hi...

Greetings Readers

I was browsing some blogs the other day and I happen to come across a post that is something I should address. I have, in the past, touched upon this subject, but after reading this particular post I am compelled to make an entire post of this particular subject. And the time is now. Let me begin…

When I am approaching another bike rider (or riders) from the opposite direction, passing a bike rider(s) or getting passed I do not say Hi, motion or do anything else to that rider (or riders). This is true about 99 percent of the time.

The only time that I do make exception is when I am riding in a sanction bike ride/tour. Matter of fact, I am the total opposite. I am like a fucking “Chatty Cathy.” I love to make small talk during a bike ride/tour.

The main reason why I talk is because I desire attention, but also I want other riders to remember me and perhaps they will talk/remember me when they rode a particular bike ride/tour and met me/ran into me. Now, I am not saying that I am that memorable, but I do most of the time leave an impression. Good or bad, I do not know.

But I digress from the topic at hand by going in the opposite direction.

I do not wave, nod, say hi, make small talk, acknowledge, encourage or talk down to any other rider. Well, 99% of the time. Yes. It’s true.

But it is not because I think my shit is better smelling than your shit. Granted, I do think like that every now and then, but overall I do not think like that.

When I am one of my bikes I am in my own world. I am not out to make new friends, acknowledge a fellow biker (cyclist), or be nice. Once I mount one of my bikes I am alone. My mentality is it is about the bike, the road and me. As one of Metallica’s song’s go – “Nothing Else Matters.”

This has been my thinking since the beginning of my biking career. Perhaps thinking is the wrong word to use. Perhaps my MO. In my view, I am not being rude, snooty, snobby, etc., I am just being me. Wait readers, I know I think that way, but really – this is not the way I think when passing/approaching another rider when I am just riding.

Well, I do have my moments when I am inspired to “ride down” a rider and then I get that feeling “I am better than you” attitude. Wait! I know, I know – I have no clue how long that rider has been biking, or miles, or if he/she is inexperience, a rest day, “joy ride”, etc, but never the less I feel oh so much better when I ride down a rider.

For me, again in my opinion, I do not want to say Hi, wave, nod or talk. I have no clue who you are. To be blunt, I could fucking care less who you are. I don’t fucking want to know. I am not fucking interested to know. Though my friends would say if you are a gorgeous blonde, then you have a chance of me acknowledging you.

Oh yes, I have had my fair share of gorgeous women bike riders/cyclists on my rides that have done the hand wave, “hi”, or nod, but I keep on pedaling without so much lifting a finger in acknowledgement. Though with my Oakley’s covering my eyes, I do admit my eyes sometimes fixate on a part(s) of a woman that catches my eye(s) in the seconds before we meet and pass. Sexist? Yes, but if I see something that catches my eye I will look.

I can not think of a reason why I should wave, say “hi” or nod. Yes, it is polite, but in my view it is not required. I am not going to see this person ever again, I am not going to “pay it forward”, nor do I consider not saying “hi”, nodding, waving as being better than you.

If any of you rider/bikers/cyclist are looking for a nod, a “hi”, a wave, or acknowledgement from every rider/biker/cyclist on the “beaten path of life” then you have standards which I would consider pretty high (unattainable). To think you need a nod, a “hi” or a wave from a person like me is so totally inconsiderate and assuming, not mention being rude yourself.

Again, I could care less who you are. When I am on one of my bikes I am in my world – away from the everyday world, which is about 80 percent of the people on Mother Earth share. I am aware of other bikers, acutely aware of, but would not talk/motion to unless I am required to.

I know that I fit the profile of a “road biker” who thinks he’s all that and a bag of potato chips. I dress like I am a serious road biker. I have “nice (sweet) road bikes” to make the everyday rider/biker/cyclist take a second look at me. I have the drive to ride like a pro. I am focused. I think, I often carry the aura of “I am better than you” should we meet upon the road of life.

I will make an apology right now for every rider I put into a bad mood for my actions for a response (or there lack of.) Just this once though.

I'M SORRY.

If you require more than a “I’m Sorry” from me then too fucking bad. Not going to ever, ever, ever and ever say anymore than "I'm Sorry" to you. Get over your “I expect a response” thinking out on the roads and bike paths of life..

Remember, I am the same as you, minus the “I could care less attitude.”

Until the next time

Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete

My Energy Gel Preference

Greetings Readers

I am going to talk about one "gel" that I have come to love - desire.

GU Energy Gel. More specifically "Orange Burst" with "w/Caffeine (in small print)" under the "Orange Burst."

I did pick up (purchase) my case last week. Basically $22.00 and change - on sale. I love this "gel". Much better going down the throat than Powerbar brand.

I do not usually comsume gel on a regular basis, but I have decided to incorporate this gel into my riding this year.

Gel, power bars, etc do work, but most of the time you have to find out which source of energy source you are going to use and more importantly - find a flavor that you love. And do not try one on just the flavor alone. Like I did week and half ago...

Flashback - The Snowman Stampede 10M / 20M - I was running on empty and I had barely made the aid station running. I stopped and I needed to get some energy back into my body. I grabbed some Gatorade first. Then, I grabbed a GU Energy Gel (Orange Burst), more Gatorade, then looked for more GU Energy Gel - Orange Burst. Nada. I asked and they searched, but all GU have been used. So, I had to choose from the existing quantities and brands - chocolate flavor, Banana (?), etc. None of the gels caught my attention. So, I was about to have a chocolate flavor Powerbar Powergel when one of the volunteers found another box holding a few more. I looked and looked and then I spotted a "Tropical" flavor.

"Tropical." The flavor actually caught my eyes. Hmmm. I immediately think to myself fuck the chocolate flavor. Tropical is going to be much, much better. Cause when I saw "Tropical" I immediately thought of "Hawaiian Punch." Can you readers imagine that flavor in gel form. Oh yes, I was at the moment! I was about to experience "A taste of Heaven" at Mile 14. Sorry readers, the brand is Hammer Gel Pouch - Tropical

I gave the chocolate packet back to the volunteer and said sorry because he had already ripped the packet open for me. He said "not a problem" So, I tore open the "tropical" and stuck that packet in my mouth and squeezed. I squeezed like I was squeezing all the lime into a bottle of Corona.

Wow.

Holy shit! That was no "Tropical" flavor! I am not sure if "Tropical" would even taste like what I squeezed in my mouth on February 23, 2008! Thank goodness I was near the trash bucket. I made a "yuck" sound and spit the whole gel into the trash. I then spitted a few times to get the gel all out.

Right after my spitting I could hear the guy say something to the effect - I guess you don't like it. I smiled at him, but perhaps it was a grimace smile since I was trying to get the "Tropical" out of my mouth. Then, I heard the woman volunteer say "I guess you should have stuck to the chocolate flavor" We all laughed at that remark. What are you gonna do?! I laughed because I fucked up on my choice. It was funny and is still funny. I grabbed two more cups of Gatorade to swish in my mouth and clean out any remaining gel that was left in my mouth. I can not quote what exactly I said after I was done cleaning out my mouth, but it was like "I thought Tropical was going to taste something like Hawaiian Punch. Not even close."

Hammer Gel Pouch Tropical - On the packaging there is a hammer combined with the crank and the only thought after I tasted the "Tropical" was that this was the stuff, the lube, that would be used on the gear ring of that packaging picture that would taste like. Flavor "Gear Lube." Anyway, I do not think I will ever try that brand anymore unless it is my only choice and if I really, really need to - for energy sakes.

I have that memory forever imprinted in my brain and will so for the rest of my days. My body even shakes with that memory - hah, hah.

Note: Faithful readers - I know, I know, I did not mention this on my recap previously, but then again this was a memory that I was trying to forget. Though it is funny to post on today's post. Hah hah.

Until the next time

Daryl Charley
The Fallen Athlete