Cycling Along The Way...

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Silver City, NM, United States
Riders of the wheel. Racers, Roadies, Mountain bikers, Touring cyclists, Commuters, and others. Diamond frames, recumbents, trikes, and more. Sharing a web of connections often misunderstood or unappreciated by those who don't ride. Herewith, my attempt to share some of the more rational thoughts that flit around inside my head while bicycling, knocking back a brew or three, or just thinking about life. Reviews of bicycles, gear, touring, and more, plus some unsolicited posts about people, politics, and philosophy. Other things, too. Me: retired, gave up my TV in 1988, avid cyclist, several cross country tours completed with more to come. Your thoughts?

Monday, April 26, 2010

Sunny weather, finally...

Yesterday and today were sunny and great days to go cycling.  Highway 90 was my route yesterday.  I rode 30 miles on my Vitus.  Met Dave, who is a touring cyclist that I see frequently up in the mountains when I'm up there on my Cannondale.  Usually, he and I wave at each other because we're headed in opposite directions.  He gave me some good info on the SPOT 2 GPS device and I've added the tracking program that's offered.  Should I get hit by a car that doesn't stop or, for whatever reason, lose consciousness, the SPOT will continue to emit info on my location without me having to push any buttons.  Thus, whomever is paying attention, i.e., Eileen, they would know where I am ... or, at the least, have an idea of my last location.  When I use it, it will send a GPS location of my whereabouts every 10 minutes that can be tracked on the website and seen on a Google map.

Today, I headed into the mountains again on my Vitus.  Saw a few of the riders who will be in the Tour.  They seemed fairly occupied with their training.  I still have a hard time when a cyclist passes me and fails to say, "On your left.", which is common etiquette while cycling so you don't scare the rider you're passing.  When racing, I'm sure they don't do that...a bit ridiculous then...but, when out on the road on your own, cyclists should show common courtesy to other cyclists by letting them know when they're passing.

Looking forward to the Tour of the Gila.  Matt Anderson, the rider who is staying with us, is en route from Boulder, CO, where he just moved to from Grand Junction, CO, (a place where Eileen and I almost moved to instead of Silver City).  This town will be packed with people and cyclists this week.  I will stock up on some food tomorrow because I know that there will be lots of people out shopping!!

Enough for today.  Here's my music video for you all for today...  Woody Guthrie's "This Land is Your Land".  One of my favorites.

From Wikipedia: Guthrie was tired of the radio overplaying Irving Berlin's "God Bless America". He thought the lyrics were unrealistic and complacent.[22] Partly inspired by his experiences during a cross-country trip and his distaste for God Bless America, he penned his most famous song, "This Land Is Your Land", in February 1940; it was subtitled "God Blessed America." The melody is based on the gospel song "Oh My Loving Brother", best-known as "Little Darling, Pal of Mine", sung by the country group The Carter Family. Guthrie signed the manuscript with the comment "All you can write is what you see, Woody G., N.Y., N.Y., N.Y.".[23] He protested against class inequality in the final verses:

In the squares of the city, In the shadow of a steeple;
By the relief office, I'd seen my people.
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking,
Is this land made for you and me?
As I went walking, I saw a sign there,
And on the sign there, It said "no trespassing." [In another version, the sign reads "Private Property"]
But on the other side, it didn't say nothing!
That side was made for you and me.
These verses were often omitted in subsequent recordings, sometimes by Guthrie himself. Although the song was written in 1940, it was four years before he recorded it for Moses Asch in April 1944,[24] and even longer until sheet music was produced and given to schools by Howie Richmond.[25]