Summer in the City

Tuesday on the levee, dodging the rain

It was the last week of June, and although there was no shortage of comments about the heat and humidity, the locals know that that month is just the appetizer ahead of July and August. Still, I rolled out into the dim pre-sunrise glow most mornings with temperatures still in the low 80s and humidity at saturation levels. The glasses fog up the minute you stop, and if you drop your head halfway into the ride, the inside of the lens is quickly sprayed with sweat. Situation normal, of course. Meanwhile, it seems like everyone with a bike is out riding, often in little ad hoc groups, sometimes quite early in attempts to avoid the heat that really produce a little comfort that is more psychological than thermal.

Front part of the Friendly Friday group

Monday night I fought with the new "no tools needed" inline water filter that I was installing for the new regrigerator's ice maker (which I also had to install myself). I'd been short one compression nut for one of the other connections (the original one had left with the old refrigerator), and so had ridden over to the old hardward store in the French Quarter to pick one up at lunch. It took me multiple tries and much cursing to finally get the "no tools needed" connections to work without leaking dramatically, but eventually everything was water-tight and functional.

Before dawn on Tuesday some big loud thunderstorms rolled through the area. One particular lightning strike must have been just a few blocks from the house because there was no delay between the flash and the thunder. I never did find out what it hit, but it definitely woke me up. By 5:30 am the rain was coming to an end, but I knew nobody would be at the 6 am ride. Studying the weather radar, I figured there was a little opportunity available, so a little after 6 I headed over to the levee on the 'cross bike to minimize the chances of flats on the still-wet streets and bike path. That worked out OK. The bike path was reasonably dry, I didn't flat, and logged a fairly casual 26 miles. 

Wednesday's WeMoRi was uncharactistically moderate for some reason, but I wasn't complaining. We had a visiting rider, Luca Mazzetti, who is Italian and will be moving here from Rio de Janeiro around mid-July. He had no problems with the pace. 

Thursday - Charles, Will, and Jeff

Thursday was a pretty normal long ride, with three or four of us doing the full out-and-back to Williams Blvd. The Bonnebel boat launch was already packed with motor homes and trailers and big racing powerboats for the upcoming weekend's races.

As it has been for the past few weeks, the Friendly Friday ride was well-attended. I'd guess there were 20-25 riders. Of course, than means that it will eventually get fast, which it did, but only for short stretches in the usual places. 

Although the shoulder joint is still causing me some significant discomfort, I guess it would be accurate to say that it is slowly improving. I use the term "slowly" the same way you would use it to describe the movement of a glacier. While I am still a little hesitant to jump off the saddle to sprint, it is now at least something I am occasionally willing to do. I usually take some Naproxin before the longer weekend rides to alleviate a bit of the usual aches and pains in my neck and/or back, and lately also shoulder. It does help a little, although sometimes those last then miles are still pretty painful for one reason or another. Sucks getting old.

Boyd's kit

So on Saturday I rode out to Starbucks a bit early for my usual coffee prior to the Giro Ride. A couple of people had already parked in the neutral ground parking lot and were on their way to the SaMoRi that has lately been starting at 6:15 am. A number of the usual Giro riders have switched to that ride in an effort to avoid some of the heat, which is likely making it faster than usual, and concurrently reducing the size of the Giro group. A visiting rider, Buddy Baudoin, who lived here at one time had contacted me earlier and decided to join in, despite the fact that he hadn't brought his regular riding shoes, and was on his Tri bike. Fortunately, it was a fairly steady pace, a bit below the usual speed, so he was fine. I had sent him a recent Strava link for the ride, so he knew what he was getting into. It's always hard to know what to tell visiting riders unless I can see that they are active bike racers. He stayed safely at the back for most of the ride, and I think dropped off on the last stretch along Hayne Blvd. 

Lakeshore Drive's Water Feature - Sunday

On our way out, after turning onto Chef Highway, we saw the SaMoRi group going the other way, and a bit later a little group on the side of the road fixing a flat. The latter group was the lucky one. Shortly after we passed the main group they had a big crash caused, once again, by one of those asphalt bumps just before the turn onto the interstate. Boyd took an ambulance ride, and from what I heard six or seven went down. Fortunately, Boyd didn't break anything, but there were a few bikes that got damaged. I think Bo had to get someone to come pick him up. Later that afternoon someone went out there and painted those bumps with orange paint.

Crusising back home along Marconi after the Sunday Giro

Sunday's Giro group was fairly small, but that did not make it any easier. Sometimes it's much easier to sit near the back end of a 40-rider group than it is to be hanging onto a 12-rider paceline. Anyway, although I didn't spend any significant time on the front, I was feeling reasonably good. Lately, for the longer rides I've been putting Gatorade into one of my bottles, as much to provide electrolytes as to provide sugar. Combined with the four packets of sugar that I put into my morning coffee, and then the can of ginger ale I've sometimes been getting when the uptown group stops at the gas station in the way home, I'm at least not in much of a caloric deficit. 

This morning's Mellow Monday ride was true to form, which is to say it was reasonably mellow with just a couple of fast segments leading up to the inevitable sprint at Marconi and then at the top of the Wisner overpass. I did not indulge in either, as I was still feeling my legs from the weekend.

Long Road

WeMoRi Sunrise

Our summer solstice was last Friday, as if we needed any further confirmation it was mid-summer. The weather here has been dominated mainly by high humidity and widely scattered rain, typical for this time of year. Fortunately, most of the rain is in the afternoons, so the morning rides have been affected only by the perpetual Lakeshore Drive pond and runoff from the rain-saturated lakefront levee. I've logged four consecutive weeks above 270 miles, and although the shoulder is still achy enough that I am a little reluctant to pull hard on the handlebar, it's been at least tolerable.

Theoretically back where I started

I recently took a look at Strava's "fitness and freshness" chart, and although I don't usually give it a lot of credibility, it does seem to have done a reasonably good job of tracking my long road back to whatever qualifies as "fitness," at least for me. I've always found that I don't start to feel like I'm in decent shape until and unless I have a few 250 mi.+ weeks under my belt, at least in the absence of regular racing opportunities. I have been feeling a little less concerned about getting shelled on group rides lately, so I guess that qualifies as some kind of improvement.

I recently subscribed to VeloViewer to replace an older Chrome plug-in that I'd been using for years to compare annual mileages and things like that. That plug-in stopped being supported when Strava tightened up its API a while back, which I assume required services that pull data from Strava to pay for it and conform to whatever security requirements Strava required. Anyway, VeloViewer is pretty cheap, and allows for the same annual mileage comparisons, plus it has a number of other kind of fun features. I'll see how it goes for a while. It can create lots of interesting charts related to segments and distances across variable timeframes (I have at least ten year of Strava data), so it's kind of fun even though I never pay much attention to Strava segments. 

Last Tuesday the group refused to ford the Lakeshore Drive flood and turned back at the Elysian Fields traffic circle, but at least there were a few of us who were able to do the full ride out to Williams Blvd. and back. Wednesday's WeMoRi was civilized enough to keep me from being dropped or killed, despite the group making a couple of questionable decisions regarding traffic signals.

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On Thursday the water level at the Lakeshore Drive pond was low enough that the group at least didn't turn back, so that was good. Later, out on the lake trail, however, there was a lot of runoff from the levee, resulting in lots of wheel spray and, not unsurprisingly, a flat tire for Jeff that took a couple of tries to repair. As a result, the ride was a few miles shorter.

Friendly Friday Group

Friendly Friday has been getting some pretty significant turnouts lately, and last Friday was no exception. Dylan and Jess were both on hand, along with most of the regulars. I'd guess we had 20-25 riders at one point. Thanks to rain the day before, the Lakeshore Drive pond was deep enough that the group didn't want to ride through it, so we instead added another little loop between the two traffic circles to make up for the lost mileage. As usual when there are a lot of riders, there were a couple of faster segments, but nothing very long or extreme, so things remained pretty friendly.

Saturday's Giro Ride didn't have a very big group, but it was plenty big enough. There was a nice rotation at the front with six or seven riders pulling at a nice even pace, with the rest of us sitting in. It was still fast enough for a good workout, even toward the back. On the way back down Chef, between the stop light and the Goodyear sprint, there was a totally unexpected crash near the front of the group. Steven had hit one of the nearly invisible heat buckles in the asphalt while holding a water bottle in one hand. Somehow, nobody else went down, and fortunately he jumped up without too much skin missing or broken collarbones. At the time I was totally focused on tracking the erratic roll of his water bottle so I could plot a safe route around it. After he got back rolling he basically rolled right off the front of the still-reassembling group with Matt. They were joined by a couple of others, but the rest of the group didn't mount a chase, so that was the last we saw of them. By then, everyone was feeling the rising temperature for sure.

Somewhere in MS

On Sunday, there was 67 mile ride out of West Harrison Ballpark over in Mississippi. I figured it was about time I did a ride that wasn't dead flat, so I made the decision to do it. I picked up Dylan for the one-hour drive. I think we had seven riders for this one. The air felt nice and cool, relatively speaking, for the first hour or so, which was nice. Steve Martin's routes are always quite circuitous, but this one put some of the others to shame. I was glad I had loaded the route onto my Garmin. As usual, this ride was all just nice steady paceline with most people taking long pulls. The roads were nice and traffic was light, and we stopped two times along the way at gas stations, so it was pretty much all Zone 2, which was fine with me.

When I got home, however, I was greeted with, "the refrigerator isn't working." This was the refrigerator that we had gotten after Katrina, so it was just shy of twenty years old. It was obvious that it had died quite a while earlier, perhaps some time on Saturday, so things were beginning to defrost. We have this little old refrigerator down in the basement that we had liberated from one of my father's apartments immediately following Katrina when we were waiting for our new one (everything was backordered for months, of course). That thing must be 40 years old, but still runs, so we use if mostly just for beer and cold drinks. It was of course immediately pressed into emergency service and its little freezer is now crammed full. I could have spent a day or two diagnosing the problem and ordering a new start capacitor or whatever else might we worth trying, but under the circumstances, and considering the age of the unit, we headed over to Lowes and found a replacement with the right dimensions that could be delivered on Monday. It's just a basic refrigerator plus an icemaker kit, but will still set me back by about a grand. As a result, I'm stuck at home waiting for it to be delivered today.

Mileage Back, Fitness Not Quite

A week ago Monday was Memorial Day, which of course meant a Holiday Giro. There was a pretty good group on hand for this one, and as Holiday Giros go, it was good, which is to say it wasn't too slow, and it wasn't too fast, and there were enough wheels available for drafting, which I definitely appreciated. The shoulder is still pretty achy, especially in certain orientations under load, and of course the lost fitness is coming back at a snail's pace. I've been doing a few little theraband exercises for the past week that I suppose are better than nothing, but it is impossible to attribute any improvement to them.

Tuesday's long ride turned out to be unexpectedly short. As usual, a lot of the group turned off at the end of Lakeshore Drive, leaving just Will T and me. The pace had been pretty fast, so I was already planning to turn around early on the lake trail - maybe at Causeway, or at the next outfall canal, but my plans were interrupted when I came down over the curb turning onto Hammond Hwy and managed to pinch-flat. As I was pumping up the tire after changing the tube I felt a sting on my ankle and realized I'd been standing in a little red ant pile. I brushed away as many as I could, but five or six of them managed to sting me anyway. At that point I just took it as a sign and headed back home.

Wednesday's WeMoRi went as it has been going for me lately. Fortunately is wasn't super-fast that day and I more or less survived, at least until the sprint started at which point I eased up and cruised in the rest of the way. The forecast for Thursday was not looking good, so I wasn't surprised to find wet streets when I awoke. I watched the weather radar for about half an hour and it looked like I might be able to squeeze in 15 miles on the levee around 6 am, so I headed out on the Cyclocross bike since it's much less prone to flats. Well, that didn't work out. The minute I got to the levee I felt the first raindrops, and looking to the west all I could see were dark black clouds, so I turned around and started riding toward Audubon Park, just barely ahead of the worst of the rain. Well, until I actually got to the park. At that point the sky opened up above and I limped back home in the pouring rain down various torn-up Carrollton streets. At least I tried, but I don't know if the 6.5 miles I logged were worth it.

By Friday the weather was much better and not surprisingly we had a pretty decent turnout for Friendly Friday. Saturday felt a little cooler and for some reason we had a really big turnout for the Giro. That, of course, meant that it was going to be a fast one. In addition to the usual instigators like Connor, Dustin, Jaden, Pirmin, Brett, TJ, etc., we also had Dan Bennet who was in town for a few days, and a pretty strong rider on a e-gravel bike that had a cassette cog that looked considerably larger than my 'cross bike's large chainring. There was a bit of a northeast wind which kept things together on the way out on Hayne Blvd., but somewhere along Paris Road, where we picked up more of a tailwind, the group split. At one point I found myself behind the rider on the e-bike as the speed crept up over 28 mph, and I started to worry that he would exceed the bike's assist limit, but somehow he gutted it out on that 40-pound bike with an impossibly low gear and flat pedals.

The return trip started with a nice bit of recovery pace until we got to the Hwy 11 intersection, after with it ramped back up to normal. With a bit of a tailwind, we averaged around 29 mph to the Interstate. Then, after turning onto Hayne Blvd. all bets were off and whoever was on the front put the hammer down. I think we averaged a bit over 30 mph to the overpass, after which the group kind of shattered with a fast group off the front between the bridges. Although there was no chance of catching, I did make a decent enough effort there, and then we were saved by the drawbridge being up, so everybody was back together for the cool-down along Lakeshore Drive. It was a pretty hard ride for me.

Sunday's Giro featured less wind and slightly fewer riders, so the pace was relatively tame, at least by the prior day's standard. That put me at 277 miles for the week, thanks to that long Monday ride, and despite the rain day and the shortened Thrusday ride. I was pretty happy with that since it was the first week I've had with relatively normal mileage and intensity in seven weeks. I feel like I'm still in a bit of a fitness hole, as some of those rides felt harder than they should have, but at least it's progress.

Dan was still in town for the Mellow Monday ride, which had a pretty big turnout and at a nice revocery ride pace, at least until the last bit. When we turned onto Wisner near the end, Dan launched off the front, forcing almost everyone to chase. Almost everyone but me. I felt like I really needed the recovery, so I didn't even make an effort.

On Tuesday there were three of us who continued out to the lake trail. Earlier, when we did a lap of Lakeshore Drive, the lake had been just pancake smooth, but as we headed west we started to pick up a significant tailwind. Without too much effort we cruised out to Williams Blvd. at around 24 mph, and then of course plodded our way back at more like 19. It was actually a significant workout.

This morning I woke up around 5 am and realized I'd forgotten to put out the garbage. With once a week pickup, and warm summer temperatures, you don't want to miss a garbage day around here, so I rushed down stairs and dragged the bin out to the street. Since I was already up, I went ahead and rode out to the lakefront earlier than usual, hitting Lakeshore Drive probably three minutes ahead of the WeMoRi group. I cruised east and made it around the Seabrook loop before being swept up by the pack that was relentlessly pushing 27-30 mph. Fortunately there were wheels available, so I hung on all the way down Lakeshore as my physiology caught up with my legs. At the turn onto Touissaint, though, there was a car that kind of split the group, forcing those of us at the back to chase back on. Unfortunately, when the rider in front of me blew up, I just couldn't close it the rest of the way, so it was just VJ and me on Wisner. We cut across the park on Zachary Taylor to Marconi and ultimately merged back into what was left of the group just before Lakeshore Drive. At that point, two riders were already off the front, a situation that did not change for the rest of the ride. Again, that was some badly needed intensity for me, even though I was in the draft throughout. 

Time Off

A rare vacation happened last week. We loaded up the car on Sunday morning, clamped the bike to the roof, and headed for the beach. Well, actually we were headed for the Pensacola airport where we were to pick up Danielle and Shannon. Naturally, their flight was delayed, which led to a long wait at the airport for us. Pensacola's airport is a pretty simple one, so there wasn't really anything to do but sit and wait for an hour or so. From there I took the shorter, slower, but more scenic route along Highway 98 through Ft. Walton and Destin, and then down "30A" out past Grayton Beach to the Seaside development where we were renting a little two-bedroom. The weather forecast for the week was looking great, with surprisingly cool mornings.

My plan for riding, if there even was one, was basically just to get out early. 30A is a simple 2-lane road without a shoulder that nowadays is lined with condos and hotels and such except around the state parks. Fortunately, there is also a separate bike lane the entire way. Unfortunately, the bike lane is full of pedestrians and dog-walkers and such, and crosses about a thousand driveways, so it's not really a comfortable place to be going fast. I was starting my rides at around 6:30 or so, and for the first hour traffic was very light, so riding on the road was fine. By my second day there I had settled on a plan of riding east first, then back west past Seaside and out to little parking lot at highway 393. The first day I had gone west to the end of 30A and run in to school traffic, so this was a better option. 

The ride east to the end of 30A and then back to Seaside, early in the morning, was great. There was practically no traffic, the air was still a little cool, and the road was fine. The speed limit varies from 25 to 45, and drivers were pretty considerate, so it wasn't much of a problem. The shoulder is still hurting, by the way. I had hoped it would be all better by the time we took this trip, but no such luck. There's something going in there, because the broken bones are definitely healed by now. Anyway, once past Seaside, I would switch to the bike path for the rest of the way out. After turning around, though, there was a little bit of shoulder along the eastbound road, so I could ride a few miles on the road there, which was much better than the bike path which was, by then, starting to pick up pedestrians, beach cruisers, and dog-walkers. None of the riding I did could be properly termed "training," of course, but at least I got in some decent saddle time.

Seaside itself is nice enough, as those kinds of developments go. The pastel colored houses are crammed together pretty tightly, but there a nice shady walkways, a couple of pools, and of course a whole shopping area that includes a little grocery and a line of faux food trucks. Not surprisingly, everything is expensive. There were hundreds of beach cruisers, many electric, along with lots of electric vehicles that look like golf carts but seat about eight and are mostly road-legal. All of that clogs up that section of the bike path and roadway.

Of course I eventually went out to the beach. There was a pretty good south wind most of the time, so it was mostly yellow or red flags. I was surprised that there were no jet skis or boats in sight. What was in sight were hundreds of beach umbrellas. Various beach chair companies have monopolies on stretches of beach, so if you bring your own, you have to set up kind of in-between developments, which was actually pretty nice. I usually dread sitting on a beach in the sun, but there was always a nice breeze, so it wasn't too bad. I did manage to get sunburn on the tops of my feet, probably because they have not seen the sun in about then years.

Barrett and Frank - We should probably add an 80+ age group now, or maybe a vintage bike category.

We had the LAMBRA time trial championship scheduled for Sunday morning, so I stayed up until registration closed on Friday night to set up the start list and results workbook and send out the start times to everyone. I guess I got to bed around 12:30 am.

The drive back on Saturday was just the reverse of the drive out, so we dropped the girls off at the airport and got back home around mid-afternoon, well before they landed in Seattle, and an even longer time before their luggage arrived.

Sunday morning we were up early to load up the car with race equipment and head over to LaPlace to put on the time trial. This year I had decided to get a new megaphone and leave the big PA system and generator at home, relying only on my little Jackery battery to power the computer and printer. Setting up, I discovered that I had forgotten to bring my USB adapter. The printer cable has the older USB connector, but the new laptop just has USB-A. Fortunately, Ty was able to make a quick run over to the LaPlace WalMart to pick up an adapter.

We had 45 registered this year, which was less than half of the turnout we used to have, but was actually a few more than last year. Everything went smoothly, which is to say nobody went to the hospital and nobody was arrested. I guess we were back home by 11:00. There was a significant breeze mostly out of the south, but we still had a couple of  times in the 53 minute range. Not bad, but still pretty far from the 49:32 course record.

Monday was Memorial Day, so we did a holiday Giro Ride. There was a decent turnout for that, considering many people were either out of town or had other plans. It felt like a fairly hard ride for me, but of course that was because I haven't had much intensity for the past seven months. I was just glad I survived it. The temperatures around here are getting pretty high - it's that time of year when I start routinely putting some sort of electrolyte mix in my water bottles. This morning I went out to the WeMoRi, jumping in at my usual spot. I was happy to hang onto the group the whole way, considering. I arrived back home hungry and soaked with sweat. It must be summer.

Easing Back In

 

It'll be six weeks on Wednesday and, yeah, the shoulder still aches, especially when my right hand is on the bars. Last week I cautiously joined a few of my regular group rides anyway. I mean, at this point you just have to do as much as you can tolerate - and maybe just a bit more. On Monday I went out and met the Mellow Monday ride for the first time in over a month. There was a bit of an easterly wind blowing, so once the group made the loop at the armory and the speed picked up, I dropped off the back, eventually rejoining them on the way back from the lakefront. The legs felt fine. The shoulder, not so much. No surprise.

On Tuesday I opted for a solo levee ride, not wanting to get sucked into anything faster than I was ready for on the lakefront. Wednesday morning was rained out, not that I had any intention of doing the WeMoRi. I was kind of stuck at home because of the weather and a meeting uptown, which worked out well because around 4:45 pm the rain stopped and I was therefore able to sneak out on the 'cross bike for a few levee miles. Then on Thursday I decided to go out and meet the 6 am group. That went nicely except that Lakeshore Drive was still flooded just east of Elysian Fields where it's always flooded because of the clogged up storm drains. The group decided not to wade across the pond, and so that shortened the ride considerably for most. On the plus side, I was able to get in a few miles of faster riding that I really needed. I ended up riding solo out along the fairly wet Lake Trail just to log some miles and quite predictably flatted thanks to the wet bike path.

I'd have liked to try Friendly Friday, but unfortunately Friday was rained out, and by rained out I mean it rained pretty much nonstop all day and into the night. 

Hope springs eternal

So on Saturday I went out to Starbucks to meet the Giro. I was still pretty unsure about my fitness, and not yet willing to endure the steady ache of the shoulder, so the plan was to drop off the back when the pace picked up on Hayne. I took the Bullard shortcut to Chef, and almost, but not quite, met up with the group again. I saw them turning onto Chef just before I got there. A few miles later I found the whole group stopped on the sholder fixing a flat, so at least I was able to ride with them the rest of the way to Venetian Isles. Somewhere along the way, Kenny B appeared in the group. Christian L was there from Oxford as well. When the speed ramped up about a kilometer before the Goodyear Sign sprint, I backed off, and a minute later passed Kenny who had pulled over onto the shoulder. I didn't know it was he as I asked, "you ok?" Anyway, the rest of the way was a rather long solo ride for me. Lakeshore Drive was still flooded in the usual spot (we had bypassed it on the way out), but since I was alone and I hate riding on Leon C. Simon, I took Lakeshore Drive anyway. As I slowly ride though the flooded part, which was about a foot deep, I saw two of those big vacuum trucks that they use to clean out storm drains. Spoiler Alert!  It was still flooded on Sunday. Also, after my Sunday ride, I pulled both tires off and drained a significant amount of water out of the rims.

So on Sunday I finally threw caution to the wind and decided to see if I could stay with the Giro the whole way. Sundays are usually just a bit slower, at least in theory. There was some significant wind, which definitely helped me, since I spent the whole time near, or on, the back of the group. I did find that I was no less uncomfortable on the drops than I was on the brake hoods. Anyway, I was happy to have stayed with the group, unless you count that segment between the bridges where I just stayed on VJ's wheel as he unsucessfully tried to close a big gap. I eventually caught back up along Leon C Simon when the front group finally eased up.

The sholder still aches whenever I have to extend my arm in front of me, as in riding the bike or even brushing my teeth, but I guess it is very slowly improving in that regard. I can still feel the broken ribs when I lie in bed, which is no surprise at all, of course. On the plus side, I think I'm OK getting back to my regular morning ride routine as long as I don't do anything crazy and am willing to tolerate a bit of discomfort.

A Week on the Road

Sunday Giro heading out on LSD

Progress has been frustratingly slow, but at least I was able to spend a full week on the road, much of which was on the road bike. I am still being very cautious, and severly limiting my time with other riders. The right shoulder muscles around the top of the scapula become quite achy when my hand is on the brake lever for any length of time. Granted, it does seem to be improving, and the pain-free range of motion is very gradually expanding, so I probably shouldn't be complaining since it's still a few days shy of five weeks. The weather, in general, has been particulary nice for riding lately, and that has definitely been contributing to my general sense of frustration.

At any rate, I did manage a full week of riding. Weekdays, except for this morning, were all on the levee, and on Wednesday I finally dusted off the road bike. There wasn't really any noticeable difference riding that as compared to the 'cross bike, at least on the levee. One thing about all these slow rides on the levee is that I've been able to enjoy watching the wildlife along the slightly flooded batture.

I've seen eagles practically every day, and of course lots of herons and ducks, and a surprising number of kildeer. There have also been a few alligators. On Friday I happened upon a rather large alligator that was "bellowing." That's a low, deep, sound they make, presumable related to mating. There was another smaller alligator cruising along right behind, so I guess it works.

Saturday morning the roads were still wet from overnight rains, so didn't go out until mid-morning. I switched back to the cyclocross bike for that. One reason was the wet streets, but the main reason was to minimize the chance of flatting on the levee bike path. Of course, by the time I was a few miles down the path the road was already drying up. It's amazing how much slower it feels on the 'cross bike compared to the road bike. Anyway, the ride was otherwise fine.

On Sunday I rode out to Starbucks to meet the Giro group, with no plans to ride farther than the end of Lakeshore Drive. Until this shoulder stops hurting I won't feel comfortable in a group at any speed that might qualify as "fast."  Hitting unexpected bumps in the road can be a little painful, and I'm not particularly confident about my bike control and braking yet. There was a big group on hand, and the weather was practically perfect, so of course I hated to turn back at the Armory. A fair number ended going out to Fort Pike that day, and it was by all accounts a really good and fast ride.

I, instead, rode out to The Wall at the west end of the lake trail and then down to I-10. I felt pretty good going out with a slight tailwind. Coming back I took it easier since thing were getting more and more achy and I was sitting up periodically to give my shoulder a break. Still, it was a great day to be out on the road, even if most of it was solo.

This morning I rode out to the Mellow Monday ride, which had a typical turnout. It was relatively cooler, like around 64 ° or so, with a significant east wind. I tagged along near the back on the way out, knowing that it would get fast once the group made the loop at the Armory and picked up the tailwind, which of course is where I dropped off the back. I am still not ready to be going 30 mph in a group, so I just cruised back to the west and picked them up on the flip side. There's rain in the forecast around mid-week. At the moment it looks like Tuesday morning might be OK, but Wednesday morning is not looking promising at all, and things won't be much better until some time on Saturday. Of course, it's a summer forecast, so we could ultimately get anything from torrential rain and floods to periods with blue skies and sunshine. Situation normal.

Outside

River's high

Last Saturday was my first day outside, on the bike, since April 2. I knew from past experience that it would be a little uncomfortable, but by then I felt the expected level of discomfort would probably be no higher than that of another hour on the indoor trainer. The typical time everyone always gives for bones to more or less heal is six weeks. Saturday was three weeks and two days, so some compromises and adaptations were definitely in order. Top priority was to not fall down, of course, but not doing more harm than good was right up there too. Fortunately, I had the 'Cross bike, currently shod with 36 mm gravel tires, and set up for a much more upright position than the Bianchi, to fall back on. The bike currently has a Redshift "shockstop" suspension stem on it, since I'd been thinking of doing a little gravel riding if I could ever find anything nearby that was worth it. So I put about 40 psi in the tires, and stepped out the door around 6:30 am, aka sunrise, on Saturday. Under the circumstances, riding in the dark is just needlessly throwing another unknown variable into the equation, especially since I would be riding alone and didn't have to worry about meeting a group or anything like that.

Not knowing which of the local streets may have been torn up or re-paved over the past few weeks, and not knowing how my shoulder was going to respond to every little bump in the road, I decided to play it safe and take Neron to Short to St. Charles to Burdette so I could cross the railroad tracks at the Corps of Engineers entrance and avoid the unknown condition of Willow and/or Oak Streets. I probably averaged 10 mph at best. The shoulder still aches when my right arm is on the bars, and even more when I lift it off the bars, and as expected I could feel every little bump in the road despite the relatively cushy tires and upright position. Still, it wasn't really much worse than being on the indoor trainer in that regard. The weather was practically perfect, which seems to be the status quo since I was injured, of course, so I ended up riding all the way out to the upriver end of Jefferson, where the levee bike path is still closed. The river is just below flood stage this week, and they've opened a little bit of the Spillway already, but it looks like the level will drop next week. On the plus side, the flooded batture attracts a lot of wildlife. On my two rides up there, Saturday and Monday, I have seen two or three eagles, a rather big alligator, a snake swimming in water, at least three types of herons, some killdeer, and occasionally some humans.

These rides are not steady, or fast, and any actual training benefit is minimal. It's more about getting comfortable on the bike and moving my legs at this point. Interestingly, riding with my hands on the drops does not seem to hurt any more than in other positions, although I spend most of my time with my hands on the tops and probably 70% of my weight on my left hand. Every couple of miles I move my right hand to the top of my thigh, which immediately relieves the otherwise ever-present dull ache. As a result, I see my speed and heart rate kind of all over the place as I shift hand positions and, occasionally, sit up entirely with both hands off the bars. Anyway, I guess it was a successful experiment in that it confirmed that I could handle being on the bike for an hour and a half without too much of a problem.

Sunday's weather was also nearly perfect, so I decided to make my way to Starbucks for the start of the Sunday Giro. I planned to ride with the group, carefully, on the Lakeshore Drive warmup segment, and then turn back at the Armory loop. That worked out nicely, so I put in a few extra easy miles on Lakeshore Drive before heading back home. It was still early on a Sunday morning on my way back, so I didn't have much traffic to deal with.

This morning I did another easy levee ride, which felt pretty much the same as the last one. Progress at this point is really slow and hardly noticeable on a day-to-day basis. What I am noticing is the return of my more usual aches and pains in my back and neck, probably made a little worse for lack of use. My right elbow occasionally hurts, but hopefully I won't end up with epicondylitis from lack of use like I did with one of my collarbone breaks. Also, the 'Cross bike just seems so slow and heavy compared to my regular road bike. The mountain bike shoes don't help in that regard, either. So I guess I will continue with this routine for the week and see how things are feeling on Friday. 

This is always such a balancing act.

Three Week Scapula Report

Definitely healing.

Today was X-ray day for me at TISM. After spending another hot and drippy hour on the trainer down in the basement, I cleaned up and walked over to TISM for my follow-up appointment. Progress seems like it has been slow, but then again, it always seems to feel that way in the third week after a broken bone. I can now, somewhat painfully and slowly, lift my right arm above my head, and it has been getting a little bit easier to  do things like sleep and pull on t-shirts. 

After four or five x-rays, I waited in the exam room for Dr. O'Brien to arrive, feeling fairly confident that there would not be any surprises. When he asked how I was feeling, I commented that I had developed a whole new appreciation for the number of muscles and ligaments that attach to the scapula. He smiled and replied, 16! He said that the scapula was healing very well, pointing out the differences between my ER x-rays and the new ones. You can see the healed collarbone from that crash at Six Gap some years back quite easily. My range of motion is good enough that PT shouldn't be necessary. The official radiology report noted the following, which I guess isn't too bad. The osteoarthritis is no surprise, considering my age and family history. The increase from 2 ribs to 4 was a little bit of a surprise, but does kind of explain the difficulty with lying down in bed. 

1. Healing comminuted fracture of the superior medial aspect of the right scapula.
2. Increased conspicuity minimally displaced lateral 2nd through 5th right rib fractures.
3. Moderate acromioclavicular and glenohumeral osteoarthrosis.
4. Corticated mineral density projects adjacent to the superior glenoid, likely loose body from scapular fracture.

As usual, he advised that things won't be really healed up until 6-8 weeks, and that of course everything won't be fully solid for a month or two after that, but in the meantime, I'm OK to get back on the road to the extent I can tolerate it, provided I don't do anything stupid, like crash. So no more follow-ups, just a gradual return to normal activity. In celebration, I pumped up the tires on the 'cross bike, which immediately reminded me that my right shoulder is still not ready for prime time. I think I may venture out for an easy ride on the levee this weekend.

Back around Christmas, the daughter had sent us a dog DNA test kit from Basepaws. It wasn't until a few weeks ago that I finally got around to swabbing Charley's gums and sending it off for analysis. That took quite a while, but a couple of days ago I got the results. Somewhat surprisingly, he matched up a little more with Labradors than "Staffordshire" Terriers, but it did confirm our suspicion that he was mainly a Lab / Pit Bull mix. Of course you can argue about the differences between "American Pit Bull Terrier" and "Staffordshire Terrier," but it seems that they largely the same, and the name depends more on whether you are in the U.S. or England. Interesting, though, and he didn't show any worrisome health traits, so that was good.

Reluctant Riding

Not exactly scenic

Well, it'll be three weeks next Wednesday since my unfortunate accident, and my perception of progress seems to have reached a bit of a plateau. For the most part, the ribs and scapula and whatever else was damaged don't bother me much as long as I'm vertical, and don't have to lift my right hand above the shoulder. Unfortunately that includes things like brushing teeth, shaving, and pulling on T-shirts. None of that is unexpected, of course. Lying horizontally in the bed is still pretty unconfortable, especially since I hate sleeping on my back.

So last Monday I decided it was time to climb onto the old Orbea, mounted on the even older wind trainer, and at least move my legs. It does still hurt with my hands on the bars, even with most of the weight on the left hand, but it's not intolerable. Every now and then I'll sit up to give it a little rest. Anyway, I at least managed to ride a little bit each day this week, accumulating a weekly total of 98 miles, keeping in mind that mileage on a trainer doesn't really mean much, intensity is low, and sweat volume is high. I've mostly been watching whatever cycling videos I find on YouTube to minimize the boredom. It doesn't seem like it would be worth setting up Zwift or Rouvy, since I'm not really inclined to put much intensity into my rides at this point.

Yesterday I got the Bianchi more or less back in shape. It suffered surprisingly little damage. The bottom of the right handlebar near the end was pretty well ground down by the long slide on the asphalt, and the brake hood on that side was torn, but other than a little scrape on the saddle, I can't find much else. So I re-taped the bars and ordered new brake hoods, and we'll just have to see if everything holds together when I finally get out on the road again, hopefully in about a week. I already have a replacement for the helmet, and a little superglue stuck down the edges of the ripped parts of the right shoe nicely. Fortunately, I had been wearing an old kit, so tossing it in the trash wasn't at all painful.

I have a followup appointment next week, so we'll see how those x-rays look and take it from there, I guess. I should be in a pretty deep hole by then, and it'll probably take a good month to climb out of it. The might be a little PT in my future too.

No Pretty Pictures

It's was one week since my Rapid Unscheduled Dismount (RUD) yesterday. Clincidentally, it has also been one week since I had a good night's sleep. There has been some improvement, of course, but as usual the day-to-day changes are barely preceptible. It will be a while before I can lift anything with my right arm, but at least I can now get it high enough to type, and almost high enough to feed myself. Sleeping, or just lying down, has really been the worst, though. The best I can do is to lie on my back with one or two pillows under my head. I doubt I've been asleep for more than a couple of hours. I'll see if I can get on the bike, inside of course, next week after we're done with the Tour de La. 

Yesterday I walked over to the Tulane Sports Medicine clinic to see Dr. O'Brien. He gave me a photocopy of a few of the x-rays from the ER, and checked range of motion to see if there was any obvious joint damage (there wasn't), and generally assured me that it should all heal up at the usual rate. He was OK with me getting on the trainer as soon as I could tolerate it, but of course advised to stay off the road for 6-8 weeks. He knows I won't wait that long, of course. I have a followup appointment in two weeks so they can do some x-rays to make sure things are moving in the right direction. 

This weekend is the Tour de La, and as usual pre-registrations are low. The weather this weekend should be great, so at least nobody can use that as an excuse. I should have some help loading up the car tomorrow, and then I'll go check out the road course and re-mark the turns and TT (hope I can find last year's marks!). I won't be able to do much of anything as far as course setup goes this year. Hopefully there will be enough help on race day to get the essentials done, though.

Out for the Count - Once Again

Mellow Monday

I had been starting to feel like I might be getting in shape. Temperatures had been much more to my liking, and turnout for the early morning rides had been rising. The Tour de La was rapidly approaching, and we'd been working on nailing down some of the logistics.

Last weekend, the Saturday Giro had been rained out, but by 7:30 am the weather was past us and the roads were starting to dry up, so I went for a levee ride on the old Orbea. Why the Orbea?  When you ride on the levee bike path when it's wet, there's always a 50% chance of a flat. It's something from the aggregate they used for the asphalt. So I wasn't too surprised when I flatted a bit past Williams Blvd. I had been considering extending the ride out to the Spillway, but the flat pretty much killed that idea, so I fixed the flat and turned back at the fence at the parish line where the levee work begins.

The weather for the Sunday Giro was much better, and although we had a good turnout, a few of the usual instigators were missing. That kind of kept the speed down just a bit, allowing almost everyone to get into the paceline at one point or the other. As Giro Rides go, it was a pretty good one, and so I ended the week with a bit over 250 miles despite the shortened ride on Saturday.

On Monday, we somehow managed to get in the full ride before the rain, so that was nice. Then, on Tuesday, we had a good-sized group on hand for the longer ride out to the casino on the lakefront bike path. There was a pretty significant east wind blowing, so the ride out there felt smooth and fast. Of course, that ended when we turned around. Our speed had been around 25 mph all the way out, but was down to around 19 on the way back. Jess was on hand for this one, but somewhere along the bike path on the way out she disappeared. I figured she needed to get back early or something. Well, we were maybe halfway back when we saw her on the side of the bike path struggling with a flat tire. We stopped and got it fixed, of course.

Levee ride - status of the ongoing levee work

Wednesday morning I rushed out to the lakefront to meet up with the WeMoRi. It was dark, warm, quite windy, and humid. A trio of riders, that I had mis-identified as a car, flew past me on Lakeshore Drive. There was no way I could catch that, but of course I figured there would be a group right behind them. I looked back on Marconi and saw ... nothing.  When I got to Toussaint, I rode around in little circles trying to decided what to do. I figured maybe the rest of the group had turned off of Lakeshore Drive early because of the wind, so I had to decide whether to chase, or continue down Marconi to meet those three riders on their way back to the lakefront. Just about that time, a small group of three showed up, which turned out to be the remnant of the main group, so I jumped in with them. There was no way we were going to catch the lead break. Those guys must have been five minutes ahead. We kept up a pretty good pace anyway. One rider turned off somewhere along Wisner. 

Then, on the way back to the lakefront, Eddie C turned off at Toussaint, leaving just MJ and me. I was in front as we crossed Toussaint. It was still pretty dark. Anticipating the big section of missing asphalt that we've been skirting for the past month or two, I was way over to the left side of the right-hand lane with my hands just resting on my brake levers, when I hit a little bump/hole in the asphalt. That threw me forward, and took my hands off the bars entirely, so now I'm in some kind of warped supertuck position with basically no control over the bike. The insides of my thighs were rubbing the front tire as I tried to regain control, and ultimately lost it, going down pretty hard. That did some damage to the almost-new helmet, took some material off of my right shoe, and as I soon began to suspect, broke a few bones. I could barely lift my right arm at all. It didn't feel like a broken collarbone, at least the ones I've broken before, and I suspected it might be the scapula and ribs.  The Garmin's incident detection had been activated, sending a message to my wife who quickly called to see if I was OK, which I was not. MJ hung around until Candy showed up to bring me over to Lakeside Hospital for x-rays. The verdict:

No acute cardiopulmonary abnormality. Suspect nondisplaced fracture of the right lateral 3rd and 4th ribs without pneumothorax. Minimally displaced fracture of the superior border of the right scapula.

So I guess I'll be out for the count for a few weeks. With the Tour de La coming up next week, we are trying to get some additional volunteers since I won't be able to lift anything at all. I have an appointment for next Wednesday at TISM. In the meantime, I'm surviving on hydrocodone-acetaminophen and cyclobenzaprine. The shoulder is still quite painful, making some simple things, like lying down or putting on socks, a long and complex operation. 

For the Tour this year, JoePaul has been a huge help with sponsorship. He also has some T-shirts in the works. I ordered the trophies and bib numbers (going with just one per rider this year), and got some little imprinted tape measures made. The criterium will be at Lakeshore High, where we did the collegiate criteriums some years back. It's not a bad course, actually. The road race and time will be the same as last year. I haven't re-marked the turns and the TT start, finish, and turnaround, yet. I'm hoping I can do that Friday afternoon. Normally, I would have done a ride on the course this weekend and re-marked everything, but that just wasn't feasible under the circumstances.

Here we go again!

 

Unaffected

The past week has been a rare one. For once, finally, it was a whole week of riding that wasn't significantly affected by the weather. Everything around here is currently coated in yellow-green Oak tree pollen, and it's even been feasible to ride in just summer kit. At least as our government rapidly devolves into a willfully ignorant idiocracy, the riding has been nice.

As usually happens this time of year, attendance at the local group rides has been picking up. Last Saturday's Giro had a solid group thanks to the sunny sky and welcome arm-warmer optional weather. I did a little somewhat cautious work, while trying not to compromise myself for a planned 70-mile ride our of Bay St. Louis on Sunday.

Sunday morning I headed for I-10 for the hour-long drive to BSL, stopping in Slidell for a cup of coffee. While there, I heard the staff talking about seeing a whole lot of police on I-10, and wondering what had been going on. A couple of minutes later, as I merged onto the Interstate, I noticed a helicopter flying straight down the highway about 500 feet off the ground. I later learned that a police chase had resulted in the death of a St. Tammany police officer. 

I got to War Memorial Park about fifteen minutes before the start to find a group of nine or ten. The weather was pretty nice, with just a moderate wind and mostly sunny skies. The night before, I had installed a new chain, and was hoping that my old cassette with over 20k miles on it already, wouldn't cause it to skip. It didn't. The combination of using drip-wax and my usual routine of replacing chains at 2,500-3,000 miles has been quite a game-changer when it comes to cassette life, and clean hands.

As these BSL rides usually go, this one was a typical smooth paceline with some people, notably Connor and Todd, taking really long pulls, and others, notably me, taking substantially shorter ones. I hadn't brought any nutrition with me except for one gell packet that I was saving for emergencies, so when we hit our store stop at around mile 40 I got a big Payday bar and a small Coke. The former I ate immediately, the latter I mostly poured into one of my water bottles. Steve J was on hand for this ride, having warned us at the start that he was probably getting in over his head. He gutted it out, though, finally dropping off the back to cruise in alone for the last ten miles or so. It was a good ride on a nice day.

This week has been remarkably routine, at least for riding. We had a good group for Tuesday's ride, but as often happens it was just Rich and I for the part out to the casino and back. It's definitely still sunrise photo season. Wednesday's Giro was going great until Steve K pinch-flatted his front tire on Marconi. I was right behind him at the time, and I backed off quickly because it looked like he might lose it as his bike suddenly went kind of squirrely. He kept it under control, but the damage was done, and there was already a whole lot of space between me and the rest of the group. MJ came around quickly and I latched onto his wheel as he made an effort to close it. I was just hoping that the group would have to stop for the light at Toussaint, but when it didn't, I knew we were done for. 

Of course, we regrouped after the sprint for the "ride home" group. After Charles split off at Norman Francis, Will and I continued on, soon spotting Jaden with his kids on the way to school.

Thursday's ride had a good group, some of which actually did the whole ride, which was nice. This morning the temperature was around 70° and wind light as I rode in the dark to the Museum for the 6 am Friday ride. The weather forecast for tomorrow is not looking too good, so perhaps that was one reason we had such a big group - close to 20 I think - , at least for the start. As we rode easy up Marconi toward the lake, Charles realized one of his derailleur batteries had died and stopped with a couple others to swap the front one to the rear. Right after that, I think his computer ejected itself from the bike and they had to go back and search for it, so we didn't see him or Will until later. The pace going east on Lakeshore Drive was brisk but not unusual. I was near the front as we came around the Armory loop and started heading back to the west. One or two riders pulled off the front, and then Connor, who I was behind, ramped it up quickly to 29-30 mph as I hung tenaciously to his wheel for a mile or two. As we got close to the Elysian Fields obstacle course I realized there was nobody behind me, and decided to do myself a favor and wait for the group. Connor eased up shortly thereafter, so it was grupo compacto again. Soon enough, Connor was at the front again, and after crossing Marconi things started to disintegrate a bit. Connor wasn't familiar with the Friday route, and missed the turn onto Canal, but eventually found his way back to NOMA. Meanwhile, as we streamed down Marconi, someone flatted around Toussaint, leaving just a handful of us off the front. 

Yesterday I finally broke down and did surgery on my Bont Vaypor SL Shoe. I had stripped one of the cleat nuts months ago. This particular shoe has a slotted 3-hole cleat attachment setup, so rather than having three individual T-nuts, it uses a single triangular piece that incorporates all three threaded nuts so you can slide it forward or backward to increase the range of cleat positions. It's not something I needed. Anyway, replacing it meant slicing the sock liner with an Exacto knife and removing a triangular cover, cutting some more fabric, and finally pulling out the offending piece and inserting the new one. It went OK, and of course the damage is all covered up by the insole. I made sure not to over-tighten the bolts this time (used about 4.5 nM) and as always greased the threads. I'd never stripped a cleat nut before, and I think perhaps these have fewer threads in order to reduce the stack height. 

Replacement cleat nuts

Meanwhile, I've been finishing up plans for the Tour de La. Joe Paul has arranged for T-shirts, I ordered some imprinted tape measures, trophies and bib numbers were ordered and received, and so basically all we really need are riders and volunteers. I am hoping to do a ride on the northshore, maybe Sunday, so I can re-mark the course and make sure there are no big road surface surprises. I was hoping to do that Saturday, but if it's raining, I can't. We'll see.