There’s this movie, The Quick and the Dead, with Sharon Stone, that came out a number of years back. Sharon ends up in a showdown in cliché old west style with Gene Hackman who is some type of shooting savant, and just before they draw, he says, “You’re not fast enough for me!” and Sharon says, “Today I am.”

You can probably guess the end. Sorry if I ruined anything. It’s a pretty old film, but it’s also pretty standard in selling this idea: our body can summon superhero reserves when we really need and want them.

On Sunday, June 2nd I attempted my first Century, and my body said, “Not today.”

Ready to Roll

6:47pm, Saturday June 1^st. We’re driving out to Woodstock, IL, where I’ll spend the night in order to be getting on the road about 24 hours from now. Rain is sheeting down, making visibility poor, and expected to continue off and on through the night. I’m hoping the roads will be dry by morning, or I’ll finally regret my stubborn refusal to have fenders put on Emmy because I just don’t like the look of them (right now my guys at Boulevard Bikes are shaking their heads sadly).

 (I think the following entry might be best read in the voice of Bill Cosby, but that’s just a suggestion.)

 People always ask about my butt. I suppose it makes sense, because folks who don’t cycle much usually decide to go do a long ride and then find they are sore afterwards. That’s natural, if you’re not on a bike seat regularly, and usually it just takes a few rides to get your keister used to riding again. But if you are riding long distances, there are a few added things you need to make sure of to eliminate pains in the nether regions.