How to use muscle relaxants?

Antispasmodics, also sometimes called antispazmatiks or anticonvulsants, muscle relaxants are used to control muscle spasms and spastic muscle condition. These drugs are often regarded as centrally acting muscle relaxants, i.e. acting on the central nervous system cells. This is not entirely correct, since it was found that some muscle relaxants do not really have an effect on the central nervous system. Nevertheless, the term "centrally acting muscle relaxant" is still often used as a general term for all anticonvulsants.Cramps - a sudden, involuntary contraction of skeletal muscles. Most often arise light muscle spasm, for example due to intense physical exercise, but there are also more severe cases when spasms cause severe pain and largely affect human motion.Spastic muscle condition - a condition in which the human skeletal muscles are constantly in high voltage or hypertonia. As the muscles become more difficult to contract and relax, it suffers flexibility man and his movement, and eventually a constant voltage can affect the evenness of the bones, which are located next to the affected muscles. There are problems such as the disturbance of the mobility, reduction of motor capacity or an abnormal gait, and in severe cases - even complete paralysis.Antispasmodics act by inhibiting or reducing the excitation of motor neurons, which inhibits the generation of electrical discharges that enable transmission of impulses from cell to cell. As the muscles get less signals that they need to be reduced, decreasing spasticity or spasms subside.



Whales return to Vallecito

The whales have made their annual December return to Vallecito, and you can hear them talking to each other - it's like a Cousteau movie!  Come to Durango and ski at the Vallecito trail and you will get the experience of a life time - don't miss it!  The best time is in the evening...


Okay, no "real " whales - but as the ice forms you'll hear the most amazing sounds - as if whales are talking to each other.  It's so cool...



We are in Primal Quest!!!!!

This just in, Team 4 Corners Adventure Racing, aka Team Healthfx, is in Primal Quest, the biggest baddest adventure race in the World - basically it is the World Championships of Adventure Racing!!!  7-9 days and nights of biking, trekking (we don't run much), kayaking, and mountaineering.

Wait - what the hell was I thinking when I said I'd do it!  I'm scared of heights, hate cold whitewater, and love to sleep.  Must've been the fact that I can eat all I want during the race that got me - god knows i love to eat!!!!

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Screw the desert - ski Vallecito!

No idea why Dave moved when Durango and Vallecito offer the best of both worlds - ski in the morning and bike in the afternoon.  Here's the most recent report from the Vallecito ski trail: (I'd include pictures but I'm not tech weenie enough (that should be not tech weenie at all) to figure out how to post pictures here - maybe on the Pine Valley Ski website I'll be able to post pictures - until then, just trust me that it's the prettiest place on earth):

World Cup!

Groomed all morning - didn't get to ski - how's that for dedication?
We'll be grooming all day Friday so we should be 100% open and ready to rip it up!
Anyone up for a night ski (skate) Thursday night?  A group ski Saturday (I have to work Sunday)?  30k skate on [email protected]? Anybody have Fergie's current email?
New website - only website!
Thanks to Alexandra Ippolite for doing all the work!  Eventually I will be posting trail conditions there and sparing all of you (god, I almost typed y'all) these updates!

Crash and burn and suffer

Sometimes you crash and have a good story to tell; sometimes you crash and have to make one up cause the truth is too stupid to admit!  I just had the latter happen, so here's my story:

I was out riding and I saw some middle-school kids launching it off of a ramp on their BMX bikes.  Cool!  Forgetting I am 47 - that's right "Forty Seven going on Seventeen" - I decided to show those youngn's how it's done!  So I hit the jump at full speed - only too late realizing that my mountain bike has a lot longer wheelbase than those BMX bikes - like after I caught my rear wheel on the lip and got cart-wheeled head first and pile- driven straight into the ground.  Lucky to not have broken my neck - I never even got time to tuck my head or even release the bars - and too embarrased to admit to those kids that I was really hurt, I got up and pedaled slowly home.  Neck has hurt ever since...

While that story is actually true, and embarrassing - it's not the latest "47 going on 17" story.  The latest one involved an ice rink, and a wicked "high side" crash from catching an edge in soft ice.  A bruised tail -bone, cracked noggin (no helmet while just pleasure skating), and another pain in the neck - and suffering doesn't begin to explain it.  Can't walk, can't sleep, sure can't ride  -still able to (sorta) run though, enough to get my training hours in - it's ugly but it counts in the training log!  Haven't found a Healthfx pill that will fix this one!

Not Seventeen anymore...


Hallucinating ain't that bad...

Really, I thought it’d be worse - I swore I was going to sleep long before I endured the hell that I assumed you had to go thru before you hallucinated.  I feared and dreaded what I presumed was the worst thing about expedition racing – sleep deprivation to the point of hallucinating.  But it wasn’t bad – in fact, it was pretty cool in a weird sort of way.


The Adventure Xstream Expedition race in Moab was meant to be 3 days (and 3 nights) long, and as expedition racing goes that is considered short!  But it was the first time ever going that long for Tom, Vic, and I, (our 4th teammate Emily had done a few of these and was on the winning team – with her own broken wrist – a few years ago).  We had no idea what we were in for, except we knew it would be epic, and long, and hard, and that we would be deprived of sleep and food and water – ay carumba - what the hell were we thinking?  Lack of brain cells for sure!  I won’t bore you with the entire blow by blow - or maybe I will! 

Go here for the short story:

or here for the short video:


Our plan was to start fast and open a gap so that when everyone went into survival mode (after about 24 hours) we would have a lead and then everyone would be pretty much going the same pace (slow as hell).  Our plan worked to perfection except for those crazy Crusted Butters (Emily came up with nicknames for everyone somewhere into the second night) – they killed us right off the gun in the first kayak leg and never looked back, going on to just plain blow us away.  Wow – very impressive they are!  Well, our plan worked on everyone else, and for most of 3 days and nights our job was to hang onto second place – easier said than done that’s for sure!  After surviving the rappel (it wasn’t bad this time, no Tourettes) we were on our bikes.  Into the first night we biked – uh, walked/crashed/barely rode - Gold Spike/Poison Spider, if you’ve ever been on that particular piece of broken up rock you know it is hard to find in the daylight – try it at night especially after your $400 Nite Rider fails on you (Dave, are you sure you won’t sell me one of those fancy lights of yours?).  After a few long cuts (read: getting lost) and many flat tires and crashes, we finally made it to the next transition area (ta).  Next up, a short kayak, and a 30 mile run – still in the dark.  Off we went, feeling great and expecting to be back in quick fashion.  Uh, wrong again Wally!  Over 9 hours and much lost time searching for cairns in the night later, we finally arrived back at our boats, kayaked a little more, than ran back to the ta via a paved road – uh oh, first problem!  All the training we had done had been on trails – and out of hundreds of hours of running thru sand and water and rocks, never once had  I gotten a blister – never in over 30 years of racing/training had I gotten a blister – never though in all those years had I run water, sand, rocks and HOT PAVEMENT!  Say goodbye to the bottoms of my feet – the entire bottom!  Shit, all that training and 5 minutes of inattention (I had sand in my socks and I should’ve stopped to empty it out) and now my feet were about to hurt every step of the way for the next two days and nights.  Damn!  NO thought of quitting though – in a team race you have no choice but to keep on going – finishing, even second, mattered!  Back at the ta our super domestique support crew (Ernst Baer) took care of feeding us (burritos and pasta yum!) and off we went, this time on the bike again.  With just a broken chain and another couple of flats (it seems we had encountered some thorns somewhere along the way), and another long cut, we arrived at a new ta in the La Sals – ready for a 16 hour hike anyone?


Me neither!  We were now heading into our second night and had been racing for 31 hours – no sleep yet.  We tried to grab some sleep – I got about 15 minutes – before going into the dread (dreaded?) second night.  Now the race was about to get interesting as we only had about a half hour lead over third place Checkpoint Zero now and we were entering unknown territory (not only had we never gone 2 nights before, we also didn’t know where we were going in the mountains either).  Thanks to Healthfx’s little pills though I was feeling good and wide awake – miracle pills those!  (I used Endurofx, Cardiofx and non-ephedra Thermofx – see for more on those – throughout the whole race).  About 3 in the morning though – after having raced for now 39 hours – we all got a little loopy – Emily was singing to cows – at least we think there were cows, Tom was sleeping every time we stopped – he could curl up and go to sleep anywhere/anytime, and Vic for the first time actually looked tired.  Me, hanging on for dear life and hating every step – so much for going for a walk in the woods!  They say the second sunrise restores life –well, that and the afore mentioned magic pills!  As the sun came up our spirits soared – only 24 hours or so left to race!  Ay Carumba!


Well, we made it to the next ta with much carnage (all on me unfortunately – snapped but not quite broken ankle, heat stroke, and a bonk – all me).  But still in second place!  Survival mode right?  The show must go on – a little slower, a little more pain, but - now the good stuff!


We were heading into the 3rd night – 54 hours in – and it is the third night where legend has it that the sleep monsters hit!  Well, I can now say without a doubt – no legend, it is absolutely true!  Having never experienced sleep monsters – nor drugs for that matter – I had no idea what to expect.  But as we headed up the Kokepelli trail for our final (7-9 hour) bike leg, with darkness and a *storm closing in (we had had perfect though windy weather until then), I started seeing things.  No, not kinda seeing things, like shadows and stuff – really seeing things.  First I started hearing voices in the trees – and it just frustrated the hell out me that I couldn’t understand what they were saying (they weren’t speaking English).  Then, my cell phone kept ringing (the ESPN theme song) – except I didn’t have my phone with me!  And then I saw buffalo in the road, except as we rode up they weren’t there! And then we saw a roadrunner – like in Wiley Coyote style – only we all saw it so was it real?  And then I saw 3 old pioneer people hoeing corn, complete with old fashioned hoodies and one bladed tools ( it didn’t occur to me until after that they were dressed like the Grim Reaper) - I so looked forward to talking with them and asking them what the hell they were doing out there in the dark in a rainstorm.  About then Emily and Tom said they were also hallucinating, I think – and we had a very funny moment exchanging stories (good, it wasn’t just me loosing my mind)!  (Let me explain a little – these things were real – and really happening – and not just my imagination, at least as far as I could tell.  Hard to explain really, but real.  Freaky!  And kinda cool!)


*The storm – with a perfect weather forecast, and being in Moab, the last thing we expected or were prepared for was a blizzard!  That’s right, a blizzard.  But that’s what we got – 50 mph winds, rain/snow/lightning and finally all snow and temps. Below 32 – what the hell – another hallucination?  Nope real all right, and we were about to enter Fischer Mesa and the mud and clay made the road impassable.  A 4 wheeler came out and told us no way – he had gotten stuck in his truck.  Well, we may be crazy ass adventure racers, but we ain’t stupid, so we turned around.  And so did everyone else behind us – and we all froze our butts off as we rode back to the start/finish – relieved but feeling guilty that we had to skip that leg – but happy that we got to sleep for 6 hours before the race resumed.  Best… sleep…ever!


 In the morning we resumed racing, with all but Crested Butte having turned around in the storm.  A short kayak leg to the end and we had made it, nearly 72 hours after we had started.  That’s an epic – that’s an adventure race!


And I hope I never do it again….


Dolores recap or "Ken, you missed another chance to beat me"

Well, I gave Ken and all the other young guys another chance to kick my butt on the mountain bike - and again he, and the others, didn't show up.  As I've said before Ken, your not going to get that many more shots at me before I'm too old to even suit up...

And kick my butt they would've, as did the guys who showed up to race.  It was only a few years ago when I was sprinting for the win in this race, and now I can hardly get out of my own way.  Yes, I had a terrible race and realizing just how slow I am now has not been easy!  God, going slow out there is not much fun at all...

Still, at least I was there on the starting line, and I found a way to have a little fun.  That course is so great - fast and smooth - awesome!  You should've been there.  And I managed to at least catch Fergie before he flatted - I told him not to run those tires at 20psi but he wouldn't listen!  :)  I was sorry he flatted, it was shaping up to be a battle right to the line - at least I can still contend for the over 40 title.

Next up is the Healthfx Durango Dirt Lover's Rally - Sunday, August 26th.  Register at and show up for the best race in Durango.  Okay, it's the only race in Durango, but still - great course, Healthfx tshirt, food and great drawing prizes all for only $20.00 - how can you beat that?  And if that's not enough, another chance to kick my old fat butt - Ken, you're time is running out...




I told you so

Hate to say I told you so, but I did.  What?  Contador and Brunhilda are having a press conference tomorrow to address (confess?) his connection to Puerto and the blood bags with his initials on them in Spain.  Should be quite a show, can't wait.  As far as I am concerned, Evans is now the Tour winner, at least until they look into his medical program.  Better living thru science eh Shane?

Next up for me is the Dolores race this weekend - a great race on a great course and a salute to the old days when racing was fun and festive and not ruined by NORBA greed - I'd say grass-roots but that is so overused.  Check it out at:

I  wonder if Dave Harris will be there?  He and I used to have epic battles on this course.  That was before he decided anything less than 3 days was just too damn easy...

See ya there, Rick

Tour recap

Well, it was interesting wasn't it!  As long as you remember that it is not any more real than wrestling - except wrestling has less drug use - it was a damn good tour.  For purists though, if any still exist, it was horrible, a tragedy, an unbelievable exercise in ridiculous mad chemistry!  Which group are you in? 

I'm in both - the purist in me wanted Moreau to win - not to mention I had money on him.  The scientist in me was amazed at just how fast the lab can make these rats go (as fast as Pantini and Armstrong in their fastest, most drugged up state - allegedly)- and go fast day after day without cracking.  One thing is for sure - Discovery and Brunyeel have the least ethics and the best doctors - unless some of you believe they really could have 2 of the top 3 overall, 3 in the top 7 in the TT,  and that Levi - the same Levi who has never won a TT in his life in Europe - can destroy everyone in the final TT, going faster than even he admitted he has ever gone in his life.  Ya right, I have some prime ocean front property in Durango to sell you.  Really, come on, some of you folks probably still think Iraq had WMD too...I hope no fool comes forward to sponsor Lance and the boys - the sport needs to be rid of that whole team!  And Contador hasn't won yet - not until they test that blood in Spain that has his nickname on it...Allegedly.

Don't get me wrong - I don't care if Discovery dopes, really I don't - it's just the way they play the game I don't like - the screaming hypocrisy of them all to say they can and do win clean - liars!  Dopers I can stand - everyone for the most part is doing it (except Moreau) and "that which does not kill me... " and all. But the constant lying, telling young racers they can do it clean, is just ridiculous.  Look Discovery - *we know you cheat, you know you cheat, and all the other riders know you cheat - so just shutup and put on a good show! And quit trying to tell us how pure you are!  *All allegedly of course ( my lawyers make me say that).


There you have it - my take on the Tour this year.  Good entertainment, completely fake sport.   My real question I am left with is this:  why kick out Vino and Chicken and Kloden et al, when everyone is doing it?  I wanted to see the show - a great show it would have been too.  Can you imagine what would have happened had everyone stayed in the race?  Awesome, sorry we missed it.

And I watched every minute of it - didn't you?


Dog Days of summer

I'm trying to work up a rant about something, this webpage has been so damn boring lately (other than Dave falling and knocking himself out - I'm worried Dave that you have burned up too many braincells doing crazy stuff, you can't afford to lose any more, next thing I know you'll be doing f***ing RAAM or something).  But nothing is coming to me: Bush - done to a crispy fry;  Forest Service -don't even get me started again but nothing new (though I love how they let fires get huge and out of control, then try to fight them - just so they scare everyone and guess what, they get more money to fight fires - ay carumba!); Le Tour - yawn, call me when they have to go up hill and they actually race - man July used to be so pumped up with racing and stuff and now - nothing!

I did do the "death ride" last week and was going to give a full report, blow by blow Dave style, but nothing happened.  No-one blew - well, Alex did for a little while, no-one crashed no mechanicals blah blah blah - kinda boring riding and even worse to write about.  It was a long day  - 240 miles, 5 passes, 16000 feet of climbing and record hot - join us next year, the first Sunday in July - if riding all that in 16 hours sounds like fun.  You Dave worshippers might like it...

That's all, sorry to bore you - I clearly need a break.  Next up is the Breck 24 Hour Adventure Race - hopefully I'll have something good to write about.  If not, I'll make something up about how crazy Bush is - ah, couldn't make up stuff that's as crazy as he really is.  Maybe I'll write about who's doping and who isn't...

Note:  I posted this entry before Dave and Lynda's blogs were up - I certainly meant no disrespect to either and didn't at the time know how seriously Dave was hurt (sorry Dave);


Just what is an Adventure Race?

Everyone keeps asking me what it is that I do, so here's a video clip of the Durango race - the one we just did and found a way to win.  Yes, that's us crossing the finish line - Team 4Corners AR (adventure racing).  Can you find Waldo (me) anywhere else in the clip?  Think guy who likes to eat Mexican food!  That is, fat guy...


Confessions of a doper

I confess - I can not lie about any longer:  I use performance enhancing substances!  That's right, back in 1988 I starting using the wonder drug  "Vitamin CO turbo" and I have used it ever since.  It makes me faster.  It makes me more alert and more aggressive!  It cures the bonk in seconds!  And, everyone else uses it so is it really cheating?  Is it safe?  Probably not in large quantities, but I only used 6 a day - alot on the surface but relatively not that much (now that I'm old and semi-retired I only use 2 a day, partly as a result of Shane's books).  Is it WADA legal - yes, in limited quantities.  For awhile it wasn't legal in Olympic circles- but I used it anyway - I was addicted afterall, and it worked so great!  But just recently WADA made it legal again, in limited quantities -so I'm legal NOW.  I ask forgiveness, and to be trusted - I am legal now so my past use is just that, in the past.  So everything is okay, right? 

Just kidding... After consulting with my lawyer and my sponsor, I've remembered that I never really tried "Vitamin CO turbo", but I did attempt to use it, just once, back in 1988.  Really!  I swear on my stack of  Velonews...

Oops, after further review - and about a hundred of my ex-teammates coming out to refresh my memory - I can now confirm that I did indeed use "Vitamin CO turbo" on more than one occasion.  I'm sorry, again.  Really.

What is "Vitamin CO turbo"?  You haven't guessed?  If you haven't guessed then you have been had - that's right, "Vitamin CO turbo" is good old fashioned ( I like the Classic) Coke.  You know, in the red can, the stuff you see all bike racers and adventure racers gulping down after about 4 hours in a race, ya, that stuff.  It used to be illegal, can you believe that?  So, before you go off on you anti-doping tirade next time, think about how ridiculous the anti-doping rules really are...

Not that I, you know, use the stuff.



Durango Adventure Race Recap

I woke up this morning and couldn’t figure out where I was or what I had done to myself:   What the hell happened to me?  Was I hit by a truck?  Beat up by a grizzly bear?  Made to play piggy by some backwoods mutant?  All I knew was that I must’ve been beaten by someone with an ugly stick cause I hurt everywhere!!!! 


Welcome to 24 Hour Adventure racing, Durango style!  I’m writing this after spending all day (the day after) in a Lazy Boy chair – not because I wanted to but because I could not move!  It was like I was drugged on some of my wife’s pain medication (she is recovering from ACL replacement surgery), while at the same time not having control of my legs.  Weird, man!


Our team was led by veteran adventure racer and mythical ultra runner Emily Baer, turns out she’s pretty damn savvy with the maps too.  Tom Ober did the actual mapping and set a new record for the number of  bathroom stops in the woods, and Brett Sublett was the strongest man in the race, often I’d look up at an unrideable section of the trail and Brett would be riding it!!!!!  (I say man because Emily was equally strong all day).  Me?  I was just hanging on, being drug all over the course by my team – sometimes literally!  My prevailing thought all race long was:  I’m too old for this shit!


The race started at midnight from Durango Mountain resort – Purg to those of us that have lived here awhile – with a nine checkpoint trek/orienteering section.  We were racing without Kiviok, our navigator, so we knew this first section would decide the race – either we would nail it and win or get lost and end up in Telluride.  Our history suggested we would get lost…


We didn’t though, and maybe it was home court advantage but we actually were the first team to get all the checkpoints and return to the transition to the mountain biking section. 


We were slow mapping our coordinates at first, but we made it all up by making the decision to get our checkpoints out of order but in kinda a figure eight.  As a result we caught back up to the leaders at about 2:30 in the morning at Hermosa – suddenly there was Bagel Works, AR Coach and us all at the checkpoint – that was, surreal.  Actually AR Coach had led us to a checkpoint that we had mapped wrong, we would have lost a lot of time had we not just followed them to that one – thanks AR!  We returned the favor by leading them down an unmarked trail that they may not have found – adventure racing is sometimes a little “you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours”.  After Hermosa we took off running faster than we should have, especially since I had rolled my ankle on the last downhill and was now sporting an ankle the size of a grapefruit, but we wanted to get out of sight of the other two teams.  It worked too as that was the last we ever saw of them (where did they go was a question we kept asking ourselves).  We nailed the next two checkpoints and headed for checkpoint number 5, down a trail we hadn’t been down before.  That one ended up being our hardest one to get as the trail was totally horse beaten – nothing like running on a trail that had been post-holed by a horse and then dried hard, on a wasted ankle no less – and the checkpoint was cleverly (we didn’t use that


word at the time, Will!) hidden in the canyon that was from every angle unapproachable without sliding down some rock on your ass.  After wondering around for awhile – and wandering where the other teams where –we finally found a way into the canyon, nailed the checkpoint and headed for home.  Eight hours after we started we rolled – well, I gimped – into the transition, thinking we had lost the race on that last leg, thinking all the other teams must’ve found a better way and gotten ahead of us.  Shocked were we to find out we were the first ones in!  Alright then, now we were in the race, and the mountain bike was our strong point, or so we thought…



The mountain bike section was long and hard, but we all felt great and were stoked to be in the lead!  So we took off, in the immortal words of Meatloaf, “Like a Bat Out of Hell”.  We were flying too – until we got our first flat.  No problem, we have a lead, a quick fix and we were on our way.  We still had three spare tubes, no problem.  200 yards later – BOOM! - Emily flatted and by the sound of it I knew we had a big problem.  A sound you never want to hear on a bike is:  BOOM!  Sure enough her sidewall was not only ripped open but it was a jagged triangle – Ah  #@%&, race over!  But like all good adventure racers we had a few McGyver tricks up our sleeves, and we booted her tire with a patch, some duct tape (I always carry duct tape wrapped around my seatpost) and a Cliffshot wrapper.  It worked!  We were back in the race!  Off we raced, more cautious this time as now we were down to 2 tubes and we weren’t even close to half way done.   About 5 minutes later – you guessed it – Tom had another flat!  @$^*%(^#  - that’s code for my burst of Tourette’s!  Another quick fix, another tube gone, and we were off, but down to our last tube!  Our race rested on not having another flat – what were the odds?  We couldn’t figure out where all the other teams were – why weren’t they passing us?  We had no idea how much lead we had, but we knew it was getting smaller…We made it almost to the Dutch Creek turn and you guessed it – Tom had another flat! @$^* ! You have got to be kidding me – 4 flats!  @$^*% -I was overcome with Tourette’s at this point.  We still had half the bike section left, we had lost over 30 minutes of our lead, and now we were about to use up our last tube – the Adventure Racing gods were not being very nice to us! (Turned out it was more our lack of attention then the gods – Tom’s flats were caused by a little thorn that we kept missing, finally on the fourth try we found and removed it – close call).


To make a long story shorter, we pushed our bikes all the way up Dutch Creek, suffered no more flats, and held onto our lead into the ropes section.  But by how much did we lead?


We did a fast transition into our climbing gear, blazed across the traverse – thankful that it wasn’t as hard as the one at Buena Vista – and just as I was finishing my last and slowest leg on the traverse, in came Bagel Works!!!!!   @$^*%!  They had finally caught us after chasing for 8 hours on the bikes.  The race was on!






Well, I was dead, had been mostly dead all day, but I was damned if they were going to beat us now!  So we jumped on our bikes, hammered the final downhill and short road section to the boat transition, and jumped into the boats without stopping to eat.  Yes we still had 3 hours of kayaking to go, and we were hungry and tired – but now it was a race!  We paddled hard thru the faster whitewater section, took some shortcuts, nearly flipped twice, and finally settled down as we hit the calmer water near the end.  The truth is that we knew they were at least an hour behind us as they had missed a checkpoint, but we wanted to cross the line in first, not win because of the time penalty. 

And we did just that crossing the line some 19 hours after we started.  Our first win! 


Wish I could say I was happy (I am now), but at the time all I could think was:  I’m too old for this shit!


A late rant and BV Adventure race recap

I've been trrying to get worked up about the Giro - but really without Basso and any of the good riders, yawn!  I know, Basso is a cheater - well who isn't - in baseball and NASCAR they say "if you ain't cheatin' you ain't tryin'", but in cycling everyone wants this lillie white "clean" sport.  Come on already, the NFL is the dirtiest sport of all when it comes to dope - and they are by far the most popular sport- so who really cares about being clean?  Not the spectators, not the sponsors, not the teams or team managers - so enough of this witch hunting - let 'em ride and that which does not kill you only makes you faster!  Better living thru science - if they want to be test monkeys so be it. I just want to watch a good race...

Not enough ranting for you?  Try this from Patrick O'Grady - the original ranter (if you ignore Ed Abbey and Hunter S. Thompson that is):


The BV Adventure race was all it was said to be -  Fun and tricky class 3 whitewater - in a duckie (we went swimming, but so did almost everyone else - I don't think I relaxed the sphincter once the whole way down!).  Hard, hot and long uphill mountain biking (who knew BV had a desert? It was sandy, and it was hot, and it was technical - it was Moab at 9000 feet)!  How cool is that?  Everyone was running out of food and water;  everyone was dry heaving and bonking - sounds like fun for all you crazy bastards eh?  :)  And nine hours later we got to haul our mostly dead ( "I've been mostly dead all day") dehydrated (I ran out of water and food at six hours) and disoriented (we missed 7 checkpoints on the O course for a 1 hour 10 minute penalty) across a 400 foot Tyrolean traverse - like doing 1000 situps and pushups at the same time!  Try that with your little emaciated biker bodies! 

In the end we finished in fifth in the pro class, not bad for a team with full-time jobs, families, and little natural talent - must've been the Drip and Enduro keeping us going.  I know that I finished still feeling good and all I had to eat and drink all day was 20 ounces of drip - my camelback managed to leak the other 50 ounces all over me) and 3 Sweet and salty nut bars, plus a couple bottles of water.  I was just having too much fun, in the sick twisted way of an adventure racer, to realize how wasted I was - the last part of the mountain biking section was on an old railroad bed and we were flying - yahoo!  Haven't tried adventure racing yet - come on out - the next one is here in Durango and there isn't anywhere else in the World I'd rather live and race...


And in case you're worried about it - everything I took during the race was legal - I'm too old to be the test monkey!

You win some, you lose some...

Finally found a race I could win - well Tom Ober won and I just followed him - that guy is a racehorse!  We went down and did race #1 of the New Mexico Adventure Race series and had a great time ripping around the courses at the Foothills trail system.  We raced as a two man team, and me being older and wiser I let Tom do the map work.  Not only do I get lost in a parking lot, but I'm slower than Tom so as he would stop to figure out where we were going I would catch up - worked perfectly as all I had to do was keep him in sight.  We did take a little diversion though - it wouldn't be an adventure race if we didn't get lost at least once!  We took a trail that looked like the trail we needed, but it ended at a rock overlook and we were, as it turns out, three drainages over from where we needed to be.  No problem, we'll bushwack!  Or should I say cactus whack!  And guess what, those cactus and prickly trees are tougher and meaner than I am; my legs looked like a kitten had used them for a scratching post - of course, the last thing Tom said before we took off was that "no matter what we do not want to bushwack".  Right.  Our shortcut ended up costing about 20 minutes - we were too stubborn to just go back down the trail to where we knew where we were - and we finished the run section about 10 minutes out of first.

No problem though, as where we are really good is on the mountain bikes - and we new we wouldn't have too many navigation problems as all the bike checkpoints were on the trails, so we just let er rip and caught the lead team by the halfway mark.  A few short wrong turns later and we were not where we thought we were - no we were not lost - but luckily we saw someone going the right way and we were able to follow them.  At this point there were people spread all over the trail system and we had no idea what place we were in, so we just put the hammer down and headed for the finish - a couple of wrong turns thrown in just to test us.  As we aproached the finish we though it was oddly vacant, and sure enough (and we're not used to this) we had won!  Cool!  The race was a blast and so damn much fun I can't wait til the next one!  If you've never raced and want to try it, these races are perfect for first -timers, go to: for more info.  And by the way, Health-fx products work!

Winning was fun, the 12 hours in Gallup (Dawn to Dusk) however - not fun for me!  I have all the usual excuses ( I had a cold, bike didn't work right, went out too fast, I'd skipped taking supplements, the course was different and harder, blah blah blah boo hoo)!  The fact was, while all those are true, I just wasn't ready and those other guys are just faster - not fatter - than me!  In the end I faded like the sunset over the mesa - only I looked ugly while the sunset was great.  As someone said "I was a danger to myself and others out there".  On my last lap I saw a woman who had obviously never ridden off-road before - she was falling off on every rock and walking every uphill.  I felt bad for her until I realized I wasn't keeping up with her.  And yes, she did her lap faster than I did mine!  God, I was going slow....Not fun.

This weekend is the Alien Run mountain bike race in Aztec, NM - a great fast desert race.  Do it if you can!


Basso suspended

Wow, just when I thought the UCI did NOT want to bust any more riders, they nail (sorta) Ivan Basso.  I wish they would just let everyone ride, or suspend them all and start with age 18 and under riders!  As the famous movie "Breaking Away" taught us:  everybody cheats!  And everybody in the pro peleton cheats - every last one of them ( allegedly), so let's quit the charade and get on with racing.  I want to see Ullrich Basso Tyler Landis and Armstrong etc. all lined up at the start line of a race - all drugged up if necessary -cause that would be the greatest race ever.  It seems ridiculouos to single out a couple guys and kick their ass - who for instance in last year's tour was innocent and then so deserves to win?  Maybe the guy who got dead last....

Gotta go - the famous dDurango Tuesday Nite Worlds ride is starting in an hour and I have to go dop...uuhh, warm up.   :)