Tuesday, July 29, 2008


(Cape Henlopen '08...that's what our brandings say, at least...)
So, I have this killer shot of a snake track we spotted in the dunes...followed it to the supposed lair only to chicken out...those are snake tracks, right?
What I did not get pictures of:
-The failed attempt at Jiffy Pop (well, if Jiffy means "an hour on an open flame", then I guess we did alright...)
-My gracious hosts, Brian & Liz, and their many friends (that one girl scared me, though)
-Our delicious s'mores and jerk chicken kabobs
-The view from the tower...I only made it halfway up the winding stairs, only to turn around because of the disgusting stench (trouble after dark, I suppose, year after year...ewwwww)
-The brownies reserved for The Others
-the creepy liquor store proprietor pushing Absinthe (legal now, apparently...but, is it the real deal?)...ummm, no thanks, we'll stick to more traditional camping libations...
-the abandoned Gucci knockoff shades on the beach...I thought they were a crab
Although the Guru was less than happy with the experience, I was grateful to be invited along...
You know, it wasn't much different than our seventh grade Henlopen trip...minus the creepy gym teacher chaperone and countless mating horseshoe crabs.
Quiet time is still 10pm.
there is already talk of a fall jaunt to the Pokes.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Chain of Fools...

Thanks, Faticus...I have no choice but to play along, bastard. If you could have 1, and only 1, bike in the world, what would it be? Easy. My favorite bike, my Litespeed...a modest hardtail, my trusty steed, as it were. On this bike, I feel like I was born to ride (I don't even care how cheesy that sounds, because there is no better way to describe it). Do you already have that coveted dream bike? If so, is it everything you hoped for? If not, are you working toward getting it? If not, why not? Ummm...I don't covet a dream bike, because I love my mountain bike already...it fits perfectly and if having a bike that already takes me out of my head better than anything else in the world (hmmm...yeah, it kinda does), then yes, it is indeed everything I hoped for. However, if there was a way to make the grips dispense Pez... If you had to choose one & only one bike route to do every day for the rest of your life, what would it be and why? Easy. French Creek...starting with Red & White, then crossing Shed Road and hitting my favorite loop (must include the Fire Tower climb) and ending at the lake...Why? I just never get bored riding there and it is one of the few places I can really hit my stride and just fly with utter strength and confidence. Plus, I love it any time of year. What kind of sick person would force some one to ride one ride for the rest of his/her life? My sentiments exactly...but, I could think of far worse punishment. (being forced to eat nothing but stale Lucky Charms without the crunchy marshmallows for the rest of my waking days...not so magically delicious after all)... Do you ride both a road & mountain bike? If both, which do you prefer & why? If only one or the other, why are you so narrow minded? I ride both and prefer my mountain bike. I love to be in the woods...I love the lure of weaving across trails joyously littered with rocks, roots, dirt, brambles...WILD RASPBERRIES... (oh wait, they are roadside, too). I like the simplicity of the road and love how I feel after a long & hilly road ride, but truly, I am scared of cars and the careless fucks that drive them. Have you ever ridden a recumbent? If so, why? If not, describe the circumstance under which you would ride one. I have not...they look like go-karts from far away. Go-karts scare me, but that is a story for another day. (I know one cool person who rides a recumbent sometimes...but, I still can't get past the...recumbent-ness??) Have you ever raced a triathlon? Have you ever seen me swim? Suppose you were forced to give up ice cream or bicycles for the rest of your life. Which would it be and why? Well, I drowned my sorrows in half a pint of Bassetts pistachio ice cream the other night (thanks, Liz)...I should give up the ice cream anyway. I could never conceive of giving up the bike. Uh uh. No way. What is the question that should have been asked on this questionnaire that hasn't been? Ask & answer it. If you could only ride with one person, living or dead, who would it be and why? My dad. He is my favorite person to ride with on or off-road. You're riding your bike in the wilderness. You see a bear & the bear sees you. What do you do? Use my super powers to turn the bear into bunny rabbit...watch it merrily hop away as I tear open a pack of green Sport Beans. Tag, you're it...play along, come on! Rachel, Matt, Blakely ,Monkey, and...Dan K!!

Friday, July 18, 2008

Little by Little

Road. Trails.
Iced coffee.
More road.
My dad and I set out for a fun (mellow for him, I am certain) ride yesterday that brought us to some excellent rehab singletrack...Cardio-wise I feel fine. As for my legs, I just felt like I was working harder and moving more slowly than I'd like...
Still, I felt better than I could have hoped for. Mostly, it was just fun riding with my dad again.
Back porch shenanigans and gab-fest last night with the bride-to-be...all that was missing was him.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008


Dr. Hottie implored me not to ride for another month. A month?! Like, 4 weeks??? "Unacceptable." The look of disdain he shot me was palpable. Ugh. I am in for it. He called for the Gripper. Huh? Next thing you know, I'm gripping this heavy blue metal device with a gauge attached to it. Oh, I get it... Left hand (broken) first... Right hand...I grip half-heartedly...as if I can actually trick him into thinking the grip of my good hand is equal. See, I'm fine. Let me ride. "Kimberly, come on." Ok, ok. So the left hand was 40lbs...the right hand was 65lbs. Damn. sorry, not waiting a month... (the trails at Downingtown are bone dry and...perfect for walking or running. wink wink)

Who Wants to Ride????

I do! I do! (my cast is gone...)

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

...like an elephant standing on my head

(thanks for asking, Kate) If I hadn't broken my hand I probably would not have: Spent a race day at the beach, digging my toes into the sand and eating pancakes... Spent (another) race day wandering through the art museum, on my own time, at my own whim... Showed up at a 5k with aspirations of finishing respectfully (thanks, Cati)... Spent what would have been pre-race evenings eating pistachio ice cream cones at Browns Cow... Slept later than usual on Saturdays or Sundays, watching cartoons and eating cereal in the living room with my son, rather than scurrying around looking for my number plate and clean bottles... it's been that kind of summer.

make it go away...(quietly, please)

Hopefully my cast comes off tomorrow...I am riding...I have all day, no responsibilities or commitments...Although I am in no shape to spend the day on my bike, I intend to make the most of whatever I can handle. A migraine has me feeling dull and impatient...weary, even. I just have to make it to my son's bedtime, then... a dark & quiet room. An icepack. As for pain relief, Motrin proved futile...now what? Years ago, this sort of headache plagued me in a pretty predictable manner and I had the means to quash it as soon as I felt the symptoms creep up. Those meds are long gone...If you told me this headache could be eradicated by eating a banana, I would do it (that's a big deal). If you told me relief could be had by playing Wii, I would do it(that, too, is a big deal). Guitar Hero, even...that is how desperate I am. If you told me I had to watch "Just One of the Guys" or "Hellboy" or "Top Gun" (hey, I really dislike that movie) until the sun came up, I would do it with a smile, if it meant this headache would be over. It's that bad. What has brought this on, I wonder?? ...stumbled upon a striking little painting entitled "the Bicycle Race" by Antonio Ruiz during Sunday's escape to the Art Museum. Sadly, I could not find the eye miniatures or the spooky wax figurines...


I do have a blog.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Big News (...siiiiike)

A new low: I ruined my dinner, lost my appetite, and waited til 11pm to eat a disgusting Kashi bar out of desperation. Here I sit, watching Chappelle's Show...sigh. The suitcases remain untouched (but, at least the clothes are clean). The splinter remains in my son's foot (Splinter Doctor, you are a fraud). And... I am going just a little stir crazy, itching to get on some trails (BP is exploring Rocky Ridge tomorrow...Fair Hill Classic is tomorrow...pout, pout, pout). You know what? Itching to do some yoga. And... I like Vampire Weekend a little more than I care to admit. Started out as a guilty pleasure. Now it's all I want to hear. Yep. That sums up everything you need to know. I hear fireworks, but I can't see them... drag. Chappelle's show chappelle's show...

Thursday, July 10, 2008

My Son's Future Wife & Mother-In-Law

Hannah & Kate
After I took this photo, I fell on my kid...there we were, a heap on the sidewalk...bloodied elbows & knees with a small crowd, mouths agape...Help? Please?

Bubble Tea & Hermit Crabs

Bubble Tea...like at Ray's, only better... Introducing Super Crab...(I caved, the kid is allergic to all things furry)

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Notes from Day Three

I have been eating too much fudge...(it's fudge...vanilla fudge...so, in my opinion, anything more than one fat square is too much).
Walking on the boardwalk, my son & I both shuddered at the sight of Mr. Peanut...there he was, innocently waving at us with promise of salty, crunchy goodness...dashing as always sporting his jaunty little cane and ubiquitous monocle...Watch out, Mr. Peanut, we're armed with an Epi-pen...don't fuck with us!
Running on the beach yesterday morning, I was seized by this odd feeling as I neared the dunes...what is that?? Oh, I know...that is running across sand without a bike on my shoulder.
Bizarre. Disconcerting.
What is it? Eleven weeks til cross???

It's Not a Glove...

Following a surprisingly satisfying ride the other day, I removed my helmet...then, I went to peel off my glove. My left glove. But, it wasn't a glove... It was a cast. It is a cast. heh heh...

Are We There Yet?

How come I can't sleep like that??
Maybe I need to play more?

Iron Hill Twilight Crit (Kid's Race!)

What? You don't have a good luck charm? Staging...BP & Tough Guy discuss strategy
Checking equipment
The competition sizes each other up...
More than just a little push from Grampy
Collapsing at the finish..."Where are the podium girls, mom???"

Monday, July 7, 2008

Long Live Jambi

My Guru, Liz, invited me to a super-secret fireworks display...she told me they were of the "professional variety", but I never could have predicted the true rad-ness of this display!! Yay...Fireworks on the fifth of July. Your wish is granted. Long Live Jambi. Now go pick some berries...leave some for my son.

Friday, July 4, 2008

Red, White & Blue

I just want to see some fire works, race Marysville, and have some of my grandmom's jell-o cake. (not happening)

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Sorry, Doc...

I had to ride my bike... My dad made a few small adjustments to my Salsa and I took off... meandered through the neighborhoods and found myself at the trails. Then I found myself on the trails. I couldn't help it...the dry, dusty woods just sucked me in & I was utterly helpless. Cautiously, I just rode the smallest upper loop and took my time, dismounting for logs and one short, steep downhill. Back on the road, I sort of sauntered home...not even sure how long I was out. Long enough to know I really want this cast off and my legs felt surprisingly good. (two more weeks, but who's counting?)

Road Trip

Wendy invited me & my favorite little partner in crime to Seven Springs for a welcome change of scenery...
For twenty-four solid hours we hiked, explored, crushed the Euro Bungy (not me, no casts allowed) & Alpine Slide (no casts allowed, but I hid it under my three year-old's shirt!), scrambled up & down rocks, swam, and relaxed...
(and yes, I want to go back in September...kid-free. With a bike and lights...for another round of twenty-four hour fun)