Friday, January 20, 2017

This page intentionally left...











LEBRON JAMES has his safety pin, do you?

 Image result for safety pin protest lebron james


This page intentionally placed as a reminder that Obama protected an additional 1 million acres of National Forrest

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Dueling Genuflects...

they cut the tape prior to us knowing who kissed who's ring

With the 2nd storm in 8 years hitting the California Bear, I have made it my mission to roller-dope after hours in the SW lounge and it's been taking me longer and longer to get motivated. Everyone knows that once the Pope genuflects to Eddy, it's time to roll! Then I switch to the Damon Kluck 67 min suffer fest brought to you by a very boring Chris Carmichael and company. It gets the job done.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Excuse me sir, will this take me to Sunol?

Not even Doug E. Fresh and Titi were up in time for this morning's boogie. Olive's volleyball season kicked off today and I had my first 0430 start since last year. I didn't ditch the balaclava until I got to 101 and San Thomas. Thank god for my double Kucharik wool kit. The creek trails have seen better days...

the miles sure seem to tick by quicker in the dark, I did a double take when I saw this sign
when did they build this thing? do people actually go?

in case you're working on you spike

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

The plague that makes your booty move...

With the storm easing off the gas for a moment, I caught a south-east cross wind to the Indian Valley for some solo open road therapy. Hitch-hiking and bumming water at the fire house are never out of my repertoire when committed to 'The San Benito'. Thank you county roads, thank you Paul the rancher, thank you John Caletti for the reliable welds and thank you Governor Brown. Infectious Grooves 'Therapy' was running through my mind along Peach Tree. I could hear Ozzie Osbourne's voice whipping through the rolling hills.

Hare Canyon to Indian Valley via Bradley

Indian Valley to Peach Tree via the condemned CDF conservation camp

Peach Tree North 

Peach Tree looking west

Lonoak west to King City

I think I still have my mixed tape that Jay Eppenbach and Nate Evans (RIP) gave me with a few Infectious Grooves tunes.

Sunday, January 8, 2017

Feeling a little tired...get your wallet out

It looks like Baskin Robins is at it again, Olive and I spied a fantastic new poster on our way to OSH and this time they're targeting the tired American. Who could it be? Maybe the exhausted mother shuttling kids around town - no, moms need healthy food. Maybe the whooped high school student athlete with a drivers license - no, they need to eat protein and veggies. Maybe the mid 40's professional with a penchant for sweets - no, that guy (me) knows better and would end up tossing and turning all night due to the sugar toxicity.

Click HERE for a nutritional summary from BR and note the delicious Carmel Cappuccino Blast only has 780 calories and 123 grams of sugar. Remember the American Heart Association recommends no more than 23 grams (6 teaspoons) of sugar per day! In case you haven't figured it out, sugar is very cheap and it's a great way for companies to increase their margins. You have to admit, this add is effective, you get the impression that it's only a cappuccino and the Europeans are healthy and it only has a little bit of whipped cream what's the big deal? If my calculations are correct, I suppose you could knock one of those diabetic ketoacidosis shakes back as long as you did not eat any sugar for 5.3 days. Keep your head on a swivel and be brave out there.

Saturday, January 7, 2017

The kid can ride...

 ...with impressive seated power on the steep stuff. Nephew Wuleur Luke Grenier and I had a great pre storm boogie. Staying seated on the steep stuff is not easy to teach, it probably has something to do with his countless hours of egg-beater drills in the pool.

16 year old Nephew Wuleur

speaking of young seated climbers...

German egg-beaters 

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

It's January - you know what that means...'s time for folks to sell you on anything and everything. I spied this cover at Book Shop Santa Cruz and had a nice laugh with Will W. from Aptos Fire. I didn't crack open the magazine because I figured we've all heard just about everything in the book on this one, right? It dawned on me that it's high-time that I share how to actually get stronger, leaner and happier with every ride. A couple of these secrets originated from my Polish cycling teammates and some of them I've been trying to perfect over the years via trial and error (more error than anything).

How to get stronger: 10 mins every morning of rubber band monster walk. This will engage your hip and butt allowing for larger muscle groups to carry you through crucial sections and the ability to push a bigger gear when necessary. This also helps prevent injury and allows you to play a little pickup tennis or basketball at Brommer Park.

How to get leaner:  this one is simple in concept yet hard to execute; when you're hungry drink water and brush your teeth. My teammates used to say they were the most hydrated and had the best oral hygiene in the peloton (they also had veins visible on their bellies). They claimed food tasted like crapola after using American toothpaste (never stopped me from hitting the granola after those late night wrecks on hwy 17). Right after Robert Zrzyzostaniak won a stage at Cascade Classic, he brushed his teeth...

How to get happier: this one is super easy to execute but hard to remember when life gets busy. Once a month always plan a date night with your significant other even if it's a simple coffee cruise or watching some bad NetFlicks together. You always ride better and happier when your crew is happy. When Mama Wuleur is happy, we're all happy.

 stronger, leaner, happier, and cheaper

frequent muncher cards are always good for the happier part (stick to the free salads...)

Monday, January 2, 2017

Wuleur cross training..."Olive, wait up for us?"

We're back after a few days of cross country skiing, chopping wood and hiking at 7500' and quickly realized that Olive was using it as cross training for volleyball. We chatted about the obligatory new year's resolution tradition, what colleges Olive is interested in and why Kerr won't start McGee. In the 80's the US Nordic Ski Team's motto was - Train the Brain for Pain. After a full day of skate skiing, I can appreciate how they got that mantra. In the new year, we will continue to focus on and enjoy the small things in life. For example, Sunday family dinners, sneaking in workouts and visiting coffee shops during Olive's tournaments, tracking the monarchs on our milkweed bushes, Warrior games at Papa Bill's, saving for travel, enjoying Olive's late night baking, Honey dog walks, La Madrona hot tub dips, neighborhood garbage pick-up, graffiti removal, evening cliff cruise's and pedaling bicycles (to Yosemite).

Mama Wuleur

 Olive's late night baking - lemon poppy-seed

For the record: that loaf of yummy fits perfectly into my 1990 Kucharik wool jersey

Monday, December 26, 2016

Off to the Mts for some cross county (skiing)

We will try our best to find this truck trail that was part of the 1986 Tahoe Roubaix.

Footwear: Chuck Taylor's
Helmet: Del Tongo cap
Handlebars: Bullmoose
Bike: Nishiki
Fanny-pack: North Face  
Gloves: Euro Asia (all leather)
T shirt: Dusty Roads B. Basin Bike Tours
Shorts: Billabong clam diggers (Go Skate)
                                        Route: DJ Dart from Paco's Bike Shop Truckee, Ca
Sunglasses: I Ski
Food: nope
Map: nope 
Chamois: nope
Bonk: Yep
Broken Chain: Yep
 So basically, things have not changed much over the last 30 years...

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Dear Lud and Bud McCrary,

I would like to thank you and your family for letting us pedal our bicycles around your beautiful property in the winter of 1991.You provided quite the arena for my friend AC to take home his first CX title. Moments after this photo was taken, he scampered off to UC Davis to pursue a degree in sampling Natural Ice Beer with a minor in Molecular Biology. After spending some time on your land, I thought he might go into forestry but he had his mind set on medicine. You would be proud of him and he still pedals that MB-2 to this day. Unfortunately, he lost that sweet Gore-Tex Giro helmet cover somewhere between Segundo, Sorrento and Steve Larson's shop. Thanks again and we appreciate how much you have given back to the people of our county as the leaders in sustainable timber harvesting. Keep up the good work. Cheers.

feed zone sans Natural Ice

Friday, December 23, 2016

holiday rant #1's all about the engine

...not the latest zoom zooms and wham whams that marketers have created for planned obsolescence that powers your bike. This time of year always challenges us to remember that notion. My favorite and most useful cycling parts and pieces are all decades old and continue to serve their purpose well. AC has always said he'll upgrade his 9 speed shifters when he gets dropped because of them (not going to happen). Looking at social media, a neophyte would think they need to be on a 10k dollar bike in 400 dollar shoes and rolling 2k dollar wheels to fit in which is totally bogus. It's great to see folks enjoying new shwag but a bummer if they're under the impression it will make their experience "better".

The automobile marketers are having an absolute field day this holiday season feeding at the trough of the adventure van seeking crowd. These 40k dollar vehicles are popping up like whack a moles around town and it's hard to believe folks have the disposable income to handle these purchases. Unfortunately, they probably financed them essentially adding to their monthly train which in Santa Cruz can lead to the nasty balancing act of straddling the razor edge of 'financial despair' and 'I think we're going to make it'.

On a positive note, don't feel obligated to fall into the trap, be brave and save your monies to leverage how you spend your life energy hours (not at work paying for the zoom zooms and wham whams). Enjoy your earned time off from work and remember to rent vans don't regret vans. We love you all and peace in the world.

frustrated about the holiday spending frenzy.. the Boardwalk has Whack a Mole

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

because you can't you won't and you don't stop...

As I enter into my mid 40's I often find myself whooped at the end of the day wondering what it's all about and then I come home to a teenager, her dog, mama Wuleur and some LP's blasting and quickly realize this is exactly what it's all about - this moment right here right now. Is this what gets me out of bed at O'Dark 30?..I think it has something to do with it. You can't you won't and you don't stop - until you decide to stop. Here's to finding joy in the minutia. Be brave. 

reluctant welcome committee 

                                         welcome committee after a casual hint of a treat

The one and only!

For the record: Sure Shot was blasting when I walked through the door...

Saturday, December 10, 2016

Paging Mr. W...Mr. TW to the front please

Mr. Tyson - we have 5 months, 25 days and 4 hours prior to the Miwok pilgrimage. I'm officially enacting my plan: midnight roller-doping, dead-lifts at the desk and lots of sardine salads. What's your plan?

a bit of Fremont Peak inspiration to set the training mood

...Larry Hibbard is my hero

Friday, December 9, 2016

Two Six Market update...

Two Six Market getting a little help from Testorff Construction, what will it be?

Saturday, December 3, 2016

cousins are forever...

 that's our motto anyway...especially when they're fighting like siblings and all live within 2 miles.

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Here today, gone today...

Every November we are issued a new Smokey Bear pocket calendar to log incident numbers and other pertinent travel information while traversing our beautiful state chasing fires. Olive and I have enjoyed thumbing through them over the years and I realized this evening that I'm on my 4th "Commander-in-Chief" with this career. With 6 more calendars (2 more presidents...) to go, I plan to close this chapter out. My point is that 21 years have ticked by so quickly that 4 seem minor in the big picture. Don't let them go by as a dress rehearsal because this is for realsies. Get out there and enjoy every moment, because the moments are going to happen anyway - I have 21 calendars to remind me of that.

21 and counting...


cold air immersion therapy with Kev McGill & Mike Martin

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

I'll take fire chemistry for 300 please...

I've saved all my Winning magazines since June of 1987. This one was appropriately utilized recently to create a rapid self sustained oxidation process that gives off heat and light. Sorry Dag Otto, I kept the ones featuring your 3rd place finish at Flanders and you will forever be know for the amazing field sprint at the 84' Olympic RR in Los Angeles (behind Grewal and Bauer).

Image result for alexi grewal

Monday, November 21, 2016

"Dad, does that mean I can do that next year...?"

Santa Cruz to Santa Barbara via Coast Road 1988

  Jake & Matt after my 8th grade graduation (Coastal Sportive kit by Hugh Forest)

Soberanes Point with Rudy Projects, MB1, & Asic Gels

 somewhere between here, there and yonder

sunset at Kirk Creek 28 years ago

somewhere outside of Hearst Castle

For the record: it's my daughters 13th birthday today and I'm trying to wrap my mind around the thought of letting her and a friend pedal to Santa Barbara next year by themselves (with no cell or map). After some great family dialog and comparing and contrasting different options (she'd rather go to Paris), we agreed that since she like me at 14 does not have (need) a cell phone and the fact that she's big enough to kick the crap out of most knuckleheads that a trip is in order (with mom in tow). I believe the artisanal millennials call this "bike packing" or will always be cycle touring to me regardless as to where the fancy bags are placed, what surface you're pedaling on, how many tattoos you have or how expensive your coffee is. Go out and enjoy some touring even if  you're using running shoes.

AC, Matt Mendes and Kev Mcgill took me to the Catalyst after our touring trip to see Fishbone for the first time and Angelo climbed up into the rafters after the lights went out and launched down just missing me...


Friday, November 18, 2016

Wonder Twin Powers Activate!

If you're old enough to remember the Wonder Twins Powers, you better go schedule a colonoscopy tomorrow. I was suffering on a ride recently and for some reason it felt empowering to yell, "Wonder Twin Powers Activate!- form Cat 3 fitness". I was introduced to the Wonder Twins in 1979 at Squaw Valley Ski School during one of our breaks by this guy. The ice unicycle is a nice touch. The next time I'm out chasing my nephew up Fremont Peak I'd like to form a 98' Bobby Julich.


Friday, November 11, 2016

I'll take Henrietta Peak for 200 klicks please

 Mrs Henrietta off in the distance 

 I celebrated Veterans day today with a solo boogie in the northern Gabilan Range to Henrietta Peak via San Juan Di Anza Historical Trail. I ran into a couple of fire buddies in SJB while I was refueling the tank and they said that I looked "tired". I was pedaling octagons up School Rd on the return trip with a huge smile on my face. I was thinking of this mountain when I wrote this.

Wulerus who can't ride often dream of riding

I can almost make out the words of the green street sign as the rising sun wiggles its way through the early morning coastal fog.  I usually don’t get up this early, but this all day ride has been on my mind for months and I had to experience it again.  As I approach the old fire house and the first small decent of the day, I feel like reaching down and slowly dragging my hand over the familiar smooth roads like a surfer would feel the silky moving water of a wave.

When I was a kid, I embraced the endless stretch of time between school years. That feeling of drifting is one that I look back upon with fervor that borders on a jealousy of my former self. I can’t remember particulars, only that feeling of freedom from a life unencumbered, and drifting free. And while growing up has eliminated those epic spans of time, the drift can still be felt off the tarmac. I climb to crest the summit, and see the gravel bed lying down before me. I surge to pump speed into the backside of the summit grade. I lift my hips up and behind the seat, drop the heels, and personify a mountain lion about to pounce. As I accelerate downhill my speed indicator is simply the wind whipping along my ruffling jersey. The drive train whirs. Each tic of the freewheel is a stressball rolling off my shoulders. I dive into a massive sweeping gravel left. The bike leans over. While down below the tires claw for traction, up top I’m relaxed, I’m drifting. And as I hit the apex of the turn and begin to carve, the g-forces push the corners of my mouth upward. The wind. The drift. The smile. The endless sense of time between this corner and the next.  I’m young again.

I cherish the moment knowing the road has gifted me this day. My life long kinship with the open road has been unwavering and feels like a warm blanket as I drift in and out of its familiar spaces. As I pedal along leaving a virtual trail of worries in the dust, I make subtle adjustments to my position unseen to the naked eye which will prove to be crucial over the next 6 hours. As I scan the horizon I can see my prominent and permanent friend off in the distance waiting for my arrival. My mind settles on the notion that every valley, every pebble, every inch of pavement, have defiantly conspired to deliver me to the top of the mountain.