Thursday Night Ride

Meet at my place at 9.

 

During the pre-Christmas week, the clubhouse is sure to be crowded, loud and full of horny university students home for free food and clean laundry.  We’ll ride but we may need a warm garage, bike shop or barn to have our meeting.  Any offers?  JS

 

Gravel Report. Teemu is still awesome.

Dan and I carved out a morning of bikes and brunch last Saturday.  Compared to the previous gravel rides, this one was a dream.  Crystal drove us to Stinkler and we cycled back.  The wind pushed us from the WNW and the 150 (?) foot decent over 38 kms was not noticable - but didn’t hurt.  Central Manitoba hills are very subtle.  Wind aided and downhill is my new favorite way to ride bike.  We rode a nice route along the crick.  They may have been cheater miles but they were good times non the less. 

No pictures to add to the report – happy birthday mom!

Speaking of good times - the Jets V Selanne game was not good – it was perfect.  The Jets won, Temmu is still awesome and loved by anybody who knows anything about anything, post game beers and nachos were deluxe and David didn’t give my ticket away out of spite.  It all worked out very nicely.  

Duke took these pics...

 

ThNR Report

It was a cold night but we had a good turnout for the ThNR - Tom, Pole Vaulter, Gavin, Duke, Chaz, Steve, Shaun, James, Curt, Dan and I were in attendance.  Derrick sent his regrets.  We rode about our fair hamlet like we do.  David met us at the clubhouse where the minutes included: Paul's new Redline, Christmas concerts, Chaz visited Angry Catfish, Shaun's about to build up a Surly cross-check, the Abe Lincoln movies (Daniel Day Lewis and Vampire versions), the "Is Santa real?" discussion, MTS hatred, David's red Vette (chevette), Teemu V The Jets this Saturday!, Dyck-wrap, It's business time, the Schwinn fixie project, MEC ice bike race, David wear panties?, and double sided urinal troughs.  Good times.  JS

Apparently my camera card was full so no pictures of the ThNR this week but here's the last picture I was able to take - Happy birthday mom!

Dan and I are riding tomorrow morning.  There is room for two more dudes.  Brunch will be served in Rocktona.  Should be fun.  JS

ThNR

That's hilarious.  Brown shoes with jeans!  HAHAHA

We should meet at my place tonight at 9pm and ride our bikes around town.  Maybe we could go somewhere for a drink after the ride.  Sounds like fun.  See you tonight.  JS

Think about it...

The weather continues to kick ass and we should too.  Is anybody up for a SATURDAY morning gravel road ride?  Meet at my place at 9:30 and we'll ride for 2 hours'ish on the best gravel and dirt roads we can find, then conclude with brunch.  Let the warm food and hot coffee be your motivation and reward.  Let me know if you plan to ride.  JS

The Conversation

Take this as you will but its as close a rendition (based on emails and general attitude) of Johnny's attitude towards the "St. Jean Incident"...

http://www.xtranormal.com/watch/12814663/the-conversation

I also have one extra ticket for this Saturday's Jets game vs. Anaheim.  It was Johnny's.  Let me know who wants it.

Cycling Explained

Via the interwebs...

I don't think we have any ABES thinner than a heroin addict on a crash diet do we?  We're more of the clydesdales crowd.  JS

Gravel and Eggs Report

Steven, Paul and I met to cycle the back roads to Morris for brunch.  The forecast indicated we were going to have a tailwind but mother-nature laughed at our plans and gave us a headwind instead.  The mild weather made the gravel slightly tacky so it sprayed anybody trying to draft – it was both comical and annoying.  As we approached highway 14, Steven’s derailleur hanger snapped off, jumped into his wheel and broke a spoke.  I assume this was either the residual effects of last week’s ugly incident, or Steven has such wicked strong legs that he torqued the life out of his bike.  In either case it sucked, (I’m still sorry), and he needed to be rescued by Sandra.  We continued on with Paul leading the way like a stud - it’s like he rides gravel roads and windy conditions all the time or something.  We made it to Morris for some weak coffee, medium steak and eggs and eventually, warm toes.  Marguerite gave us an incident free ride home - which was nice.  If my funky mojo hasn't scared anybody off we should do this again next week.  JS

That's bad.  

DB trying his darndest

Morris is in sight

MemoryCat report

Thursday saw the ABES riders return to racing.  It'd been awhile since we'd pitted ourselves against each other and the chilly temps and biting winds weren't enough to dissuade 8 brave souls.  The bitter cold was a great inspiration for the MemoryCat.  No pens, no lights, just a rider and his bike.  And hopefully the brainpower to remember what they saw.


No more details about the actual race since I'll be re-running this baby on Sunday for the Athena ladies.  So check back for Sandra's perspective (she's a better wordsmith than me anyways).

Race results are as follows...



1.  Steven   25:27 - 25:00 (memory bonuses) = 00:27

2. James    31:34 - 25:00 = 6:34

3.  Shaun    25:53 - 17:00 = 8:53

4.  Johnny    24:25 - 13:00 = 11:25

5.  Ben      29:46 - 17:00 = 12:46

6.  Paul W.   31:39 - 17:00 = 14:39

7.  Gavin    29:29 - 12:00 = 17:29

8.  Albert   31:59 - 13:00 = 18:59

Steven took home $30 for the win and James $10 for the podium finish.  Actually Steven took home nothing since he graciously bought a round with his winnings.  Class act.

Lots of things were discussed that night (the race was short) but I lost my notes and can't remember.  Post your comments/reminiscences below.

Gravel and Eggs

A Sunday morning gravel road ride sounds like a good idea and the weather looks promising.  I’m not promising the experience will be good but I need to get back on the horse.  I’m hoping the horse doesn’t fall on top my friends horses and makes it home without a flat (you know what I mean).  Poutine deux is a possibility or we could extend the trip slightly and have steak and eggs at Burke’s Dinner in Morris.  Post your druthers brothers.  JS

Thursday Night Alleycat!

It's been awhile since we competed against each other.  So Thursday we'll get back to our racing ways with an alleycat.  The name of said alleycat?  Can't tell you.  All you need to know are the three things required for this race: you, your bike and five bucks.  No pens, no chalkboards, no lights, no bustiers.  Those three things.  Although it will be kinda cool so warm clothing (and always a helmet!) are suggested.



9 PM at Johnny's, see you there!

TdStJB Report

The Tour de St Jean Babtiste was a memorable one – for all the right and wrong reasons.  David, Steven and I enjoyed our Sunday morning gravel and dirt ride.  We were all warm enough, sometimes too warm although I did need to use some of Steven's hotpads for my feet.  The roads were in good to excellent condition and we kept a sensible pace for a two hour pedal to the promised land of curds and gravy.  The poutine was great - mine included sausage, fried onions and bacon.  Bistro 758 was a pleasant surprise for all newcomers and worthy of a do-over.  We could have biked home but our goal was to eat a plateful of comfy fries and not confict with the Athena SAR.  We were met by our families (minus Carr et al – sorry) for lunch and to get a ride home.  

 

Steven and my clan loaded up the bikes on my car and I decided to take the gravel roads home to retrace our steps and to look for better lanes for future rides.  I should have skipped this idea and taken the highway home – I know this now but isnt there something about taking the roads less traveled and being open to adventure or something?!  Anywho – on our way back there was a dip in the road that I slowed down for, but apparently not enough when you have a bike rack.  Four of the six straps holding the rack on the car ripped and to my horror when I looked in the rearview mirror I saw three bikes falling to the dirt road behind me.  OH SHIT.  The bikes had some bent brake levers, scrapped paint, and a broken spoke or two but all in all we came out ok (future reports may prove otherwise).  Steven and I untangled the heap of bikes, tied knots in all the straps, reloaded the bikes and continued home.  A few minutes later the car was making funny noises that I first attributed to the dirt road but soon realized was a flat tire.  Shitty.  So we had to unload/load the bikes so we could change the tire and limp home – this time on the highway.  Having Steven in the car with my family did add to the embarrassment level but he did help diffuse a tense situation and help me with the agonizing loading/salvaging/loading/unloading/changing a tire/loading duties.  In summary: the ride was great, the food was great, I’m sorry about your bikes, and I need a bike hitch.   Good times followed by less than good times.   JS  

Flat tire photo.  No shots of the bikes carnage.
I wasn't in the mood for documentation.

Movember Finale / ThNR Report

The lure of free sunflower seeds was too much for hairy, cycling mennonites to resist as it lured a healthy number of riders out for the Thursday night ride.  DB, James, W, Tom, Duke, Gavin, Steven, Chaz, Curt, Steve, Albert and myself started our ride with an unsuccessful intervention at Schiesse’s place followed by a raft check and a spin to the usual corners.  We retired to the clubhouse where we were joined by Paul B.  Movember is done and our moustache contest was no contest at all  – Steven Wiebe was the manliest of men and took the win, the honor of the Tom Selleck award with his enviable display of virility.  Tom took the Dapper Dan award with his Gable’esque flair, and Gavin would have won the draw for the bag of seeds if he didn’t have to leave to take care of screaming children.  David ended up winning the zote but pastor dipshit Dan couldn’t keep his gruppy paws off Dswats bag and blew his seeds all over the table (welcome back Dan).  Other minutes included: flipping cars over is easy (physics n shit), the Hitler/Micheal Jordan stache, our server took a grenade to save the bar from an annoying intruder, youwannafuckarou?, stroking the stache, I F’n wiped out on my GD SOB MF bike again F (I’m still pissed – sorry JC), fashion V faciest statements, James welds new drops on his single speed (impressive), wildly V mildy innapropriate, practical jokes with dead squirrels gone wrong/horribly right, taking dictation, holocost rings, and possible developments in the ABES PR department.  Good times.  JS

Tour de St. Jean - Sunday

Is anybody interested in joining David and I for a gravel road ride to St. Jean?  Bistro 758 serves the finest poutine in the province.  Aside from the traditional ingredients, one may top their fare with almost anything available at the restaruant (pepperoni, bacon, ham, chicken fingers, fried onions, mushrooms, peppers, sausage, etc, etc, etc).  And while we’re there we might explore the quad trails along the river.  The full bellied return trip will be of the motorized variety so enjoy the ride and eat up!  Arrangements need to be made so post a comment if you’d like to celebrate the daring and the decadence of life.  We leave from ABES headquarters at 10:30.  What say ye good fellows?  

Thursday Night Ride

Movember is drawing to a close.  Our mustaches have been groomed and our wives have been patient.  ABES have produced some striking staches, some that need more time to nurture into greatness and those that would only benefit from Ronco’s hair spray.  I was getting used to seeing everybody stachified – it’s been fun.  Please don’t shave until we can celebrate our mustachioed finale this Thursday night.  All Movemberites in attendance will be entered to win the largest bag of zote available from our good friends at Ronnie’s Jumbo Seeds.  JS

Smart trips video

Here's a video about some Winnipeg groups doing their hippy best. 

Smart Trips from Sustainable South Osborne on Vimeo.

Bottom line: ride your bike.  It's all good.

Thursday Night Ride Report

David, Curt, W, Albert, Gavin, Steven, James and I met up for a ride.  The weather remained pleasant and the streets ice free – no riders fell this week and it was all good as we rode the perimeter a couple of times.  We were met by Steve, Giles, Myron, and Paul B at the clubhouse where we were greeted by our new bike club sign hanging on the wall.  It is beautiful.  The minutes are skimpy this week because I was too busy grinning and staring at that marvelous sign of ours.  The minutes I do have: hot pepperoni sausage party, W is getting a new Redline cross bike, Bombers rule, BC sucks, James flew to Mexico for a day, famous Flemings, the new $100 bill, Steve turned 28 – ate lasagna, Dan Merino wool, everybody loves (to hate) Nickelback, David is keen on glutton cross, Steven maintains the yellow jersey with his impressive stache, Life in Technicolour 2 video, Albert “the first one is free” Falk donated a pack of found cigarettes to the club, and did I mention our new sign at the clubhouse?  It’s fantastic!  Good times.  JS

 

So lush 

Waiting for something?

Stachers for life

$100 beard remover

Happy birthday Steve

Derricks new ride.
It's only a good bike if you RIDE IT.

The waiting is the hardest part - Tom Petty 

I’m looking forward to the Grey cup like I used to look forward to Christmas (which really meant presents). Sunday will be a nervous day.  A noon kick-off would be perfect, but waiting until 5:30 will be torturous.  I’m too impatient; I’ll need something to do to keep me preoccupied.  Is anybody interested in a Sunday afternoon ride?  Meet at my place at 1:00 – I need to be home by 3:00 so sweet Cheryl Koop can join the other local bike goddesses for their weekly jaunt. 


GO BOMBERS!!

Thursday Night Ride

I'm loving this weather.  It should be a great night for a ride, the grand unveiling and pepperoni sticks.  See you at my place at  9:00.  JS

ABES Clubhouse News

The Department of Clubhouse Beautification will present its latest and greatest (and yes, it's only) creation this Thursday.  Get ready to ooh, aah and bask in ABES'ness while we enjoy complimentary pepperoni sticks!

Let's be careful out there

There are a few fears I have when it comes to riding bike.  These fears include getting my fingers mangled in the chain/cog of a fixed gear bike, nutting myself on the crossbar, and having my jersey split open by too much guttage.  Another of my fears came to pass on Sunday.  I was riding bike to Duke’s to watch the Bomber game when I popped up my front wheel to get over a curb.  My front end nosedived and I crumpled in a heap on the cement as my front wheel rolled away for another 50 feet.  It hurt - and just as worse, there were witnesses.  My ribs took a punch from my handlebars but don’t really hurt as long as I don’t move or breath.  They say you should always do a pre-ride bike check which I generally don’t do – I simply get on my bike and go.  People say I should do a lot of things.  I ignore most of their sage advice because I’m either stubborn, lazy or have a short attention span - I wish there were better options.  I won’t bother giving you any advice.  Do what you want.  This tale can either be cautionary, amusing, neither or both.  Watching the Bombers win was sweet, sweet medicine (did I see RRR’s Larry on TV wearing a sweet Matt Dunigan jersey?).  I’ll probably check that my wheels are secure the next 10 times then forget about it the next 1000 times - did I mention short attention span?  GO BOMBERS!  JS

 

ThNR Report

Curt, Dan, David, Duke, Tom, Albert, Steven and I enjoyed a snowy ride around town.  I love making tracks in freshly fallen snow and quietly rolling along makes me happy.  Riding in first snowfall with a group ride was great.  The wind was blowing so we would occasionally chill half our face at a time, and the extra facial hair made for some lovely ice catchers.  With the fresh snow and the fact that Curt and I were still riding slick tires, falling seemed inevitable and bets were taken as to how many times people were going to fall on the ride.  Most of us had some sketchy moments, but it was Albert who was the first casualty when he endoed on the hill as were riding the southern cross course.  Curt took second when he fell as he sped home to assist on an EMS call (ironic?).  We eventually made our way to the clubhouse where we were joined by Steve.  The staches are looking so good, which is to say so bad.  Steven is wearing the yellow jersey thus far with Steve taking dfl this week (Paul B we need your chemo-stach back).  Minutes included: ways to keep warm at a Bomber game – baked potatoes in the jacket (eat them at halftime) and Myron suggested Kommst borscht in a waterbottle, Steven will receive a new ABES jersey thanks to dumb-dumb Lorne, American Aleve is the best (especially the liquid shots taken with redbull), Ms. Gretzky is puurty, Schiesse is getting a new Opus Stern, new-bike theorists were speculating, magic marker eyebrows/Romulans, Altona Curling Club team of the week featured team Albert, ABES mission statement – in a latin/plautdietsch, Movie Haven presents ABES Rider of the Week – winner to receive a free three-day movie rental (Short Circuit 2 perhaps?), drotasel (aka wire donkey - aka bicycle - aka bike jackass), and an interesting story of Dorothy, Toto and the three wise men.  Good times.  JS