Glory road

Voodoo child.

Voodoo child.

I didn’t get to ride my age this year. Not in miles, kilometers or even minutes.

In fact, the whole first quarter of 2013 has been a little sketchy, ride-wise, thanks to bugs, chores, the natural Irish predilection toward sloth blended with storytelling — say, did I ever tell you the one about the Mighty Dugan?

No, let’s not get started down that particular path. There be dragons.

But today, after wrapping up a bit of video for the folks at Adventure Cyclist, I straddled the Voodoo Nakisi and hit the trails in Palmer Park. It was a casual ride that lasted nearly two hours, which for me these days is something of an expedition.

The afternoon was 60-something and sunny, if a bit breezy, and I must have been just tired enough to not give a shit if I fell over, because I was easily cleaning obstacles that ordinarily confound me.

I stopped at one intersection to pull off the knee-warmers and up rolled a couple of young gents on double-boingers who likewise were having a fine day on two wheels. They professed to be astounded that a gentleman of my years would be riding a cyclo-cross bike on Palmer Park single-track, and I confessed that while it appeared to be your standard unsuspended steel drop-bar bike, it was in fact a stealth 29er with a triple ring and 700×43 tires and thus not so much of a much.

Did the wheels stand the strain? they asked. To be sure, I replied. Built by Brian Gravestock himself they were, using Mavic Open Pros from this millennium and Hügi mountain bike hubs from another. Brian says steel bikes are making a comeback, they confided. I agreed, and with that we went our separate ways.

Back at Chez Dog a neighbor’s landscaper said he’d seen me on the bike and that I looked “like a young man.” He was trying to sell me some yardwork — successfully, as luck would have it — and I forgave him the Good Friday falsehood.

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11 Responses to “Glory road”

  1. Steve O Says:

    Hey … Just dawned on me … All this time, you should have been riding your age … in (mad)dog years.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      Now why in the hell didn’t I think of that? In that case I flat killed it today with 16.5 miles on single-track. Booyah! Who’s your daddy?

      • Steve O Says:

        Another simple one is to drink your age in ounces of beer … rounding up, of course, if the number isn’t divisible by 12. And if you have trouble with your guzzintuhs, add another just to be safe.

        I’m 48 … Divided by 12 … Carry the 3 … Square the hypotenuse … Metric 6 … Invert the denominator …. Using three significant figures …. Reduce the baking soda to account for altitude … and I think that’s 11, yeah?

      • Patrick O'Grady Says:

        Sheeit, son, you musta learnt your figgerin’ in the Army. ‘Round the O’Grady household, where the males all had to remove their shoes (if any) to count past 10 (assuming they had all the fingers and toes they was borned with), the math was: “Drink ’em ’til they ain’t no more. And then go get s’more.”

      • Steve O Says:

        Good thing y’all aren’t from W. Va, then. That occasional 6th toe throws off a lot of kids in 1st grade math when the boots come off.

        The toothbrush, of course, was invented in W. Va. (Feel free to re-tell this using Missouri, Alabama, Arkansas, etc.)
        ‘Cuz if it had been invented anywhere else, they would have called it a teeth brush.

  2. khal spencer Says:

    As long as the landscaper didn’t utter the falsehood thrice before the cock crew twice…

  3. Libby Says:

    Good stuff!

  4. Andy Bohlmann Says:


    Now that you’ve been riding in Palmer Park, you can enter my Colorado Men’s XC State Championship race on June 16th.

    I’ll waive your entry fee, too.

  5. Patrick O'Brien Says:

    Bugs? What bugs?

  6. Boz Says:

    The only riding around here ( off road-wise) would be on a fat bike. Temps in the upper 40s, but the snow pack is resisting the sun’s best efforts to melt it to death. Then, mud season begins. I guess the road is calling….

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