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The 2010 Folsom Lake Bike Festival, popularly known as Cyclebration, kicks off on Friday, September 10th for a weekend of cycling-related fun around Folsom and the Sacramento area.
More than a dozen events ranging from family-oriented rides to cyclocross and time-trials are expected to attract thousands of cycling enthusiasts to the historic town. Many of the events involve competitions, including the Dirt Jump Jam on Friday 10th at Cummings Family Park, and the Folsom Challenge Criterium, which takes place at the Lake Forest Business Park.
For road cyclists, the centerpiece of the Cyclebration is the Gold Rush Century, a famous and popular annual ride which takes in some of the best-known roads in the low Sierras. This year, riders will climb Baxter’s Grade, and visit the isolated and serene Bear Valley area. The Gold Rush Century offers riders the choice of a full 100-mile course, or the 63-mile metric century, a half-metric, or a casual “cruiser ride” of 12 miles around Folsom Lake.
For time-trial fans, this year’s Cyclebration will incorporate the Folsom South Canal TT, a popular informal weekly event held in Rancho Cordova. Erin Whatley of Folsom Bike shop has been organizing the 10-mile time-trial on an isolated stretch of the canal, south of White Rock Road, for several years.
For families, the Folsom Treasure Hunt, on Saturday 11th at 10am offers riders maps and clues to historic sites in and around Folsom before a prize-giving at the finish.
Many of the competitive events require pre-registration and small fees. For more information, visit the Cyclebration website.
You may have watched toddlers using those ‘strider’ balance bikes with jealousy in the past, as they learn with ease what it feels like to get up to speed on two wheels, but now GlideCycle has created an adult-sized version especially for you, as a stepping stone to riding a real bike.
Video added by Kurt
We filmed a lot of stuff over the whole long weekend so that I could edit it all together to show everyone at dinner on Sunday night after the ride. That film had quite a bit of ‘you had to be there’ stuff so I’ve shortened it down to the main chunks which I feel sum up our weekend.
I was a little disappointed by the shakiness of some of the head-cam footage but some of those road surfaces were amongst the roughest and most pot-holey I’ve ever ridden on so I’m not really surprised. I wish I could have had a second camera to capture another angle but ah well.
Here it is…
I wanted to put a proper post up tonight but I haven’t finished cutting my film down so it’ll have to wait ’till tomorrow. In the mean time though I wanted to say a quick word about my weekend ride, it was absolutely incredible to be able to enjoy those stunning coastal roads completely traffic free thanks to the rolling road closure. The views were awesome, the weather was perfect and my legs felt great.
We were hosting seven of our clients in County Clare especially so that they could join us in riding the Etape Hibernia, and I played the role of domestique to one of the clients and was able to sit up, take in the scenery and cruise up the climbs at a pace that didn’t push my heart rate much out of the ‘warm-up’ zone.
There were around 1750 riders taking part and I got chatting to many a friendly Irishman, all of whom without fail would ask me what that device was mounted on my helmet.
Stay tuned for the results…
A great way to put a human face on cycling.
Like Michael, I too have been out of town for a few days and although internet access wasn’t a problem, the number of hours in a day was.
The downsides in this three day shoot in Manchester include hectic 13-15 hour days, no bike riding, no exercise besides being on my feet for long hours, spending all day in a very hot room, eating sporadically and getting trapped between floors in a hotel elevator for 45 minutes at night.
Highlights of the shoot were meeting and working with some lovely people from adidas, stretching my skill set beyond what I thought I was capable of, conducting a 2 hour interview with Sir Chris Hoy and Victoria Pendleton; the King and Queen of track cycling, filming said track cyclists while they train with the rest of Team GB at Manchester Velodrome, having a private 2 hour track session one evening with only myself and my boss riding on the track, and after all that, being given a free miCoach Zone by a very happy adidas client at the end of it all.
I’d say the highlights won over the downsides pretty easily.
It’s been a weekend of not riding my bike, which may not have been wise given that I have a sportive looming, but nonetheless it’s been a fun weekend spent with Meghan mooching around London and visiting various markets filled with awesome old things and some nice t-shirts and stuff.
So having not ridden my bike, I made up for it today by visiting Brick Lane Bikes and spending a not insignificant amount of money on some handlebars, grips and new tires. And after the long drive home, and a couple of hours happily spent putting that stuff on the “Elvis” of fixed gear bicycles, it now looks like this…
Don’t worry Mike, it’s still got a front brake. And you know you like it, really.
I rode out to a local ball-buster yesterday with the intention of climbing it as part of my round-trip. But as usual, once I had been up to the top and down again I looked over my shoulder and gazed wistfully at the beast I had fought with just minutes before. The pavement winked at me. The memory of fading endorphins left a nostalgic vacuum in the core of my body. Just once more?
Within two hundred yards I was regretting my decision. I had not eaten adequately the day before, and my breakfast – a fried egg sandwich – wasn’t helping at all. A third of the way up the beast I was hurting. It was hot, and my legs were useless. I had no desire to reach the top again. The pain cave beckoned.
Entering the pain cave is something all cyclists do from time to time. It is cozy in there. The walls are ugly and there’s nowhere comfortable to sit, but you feel safe. Inside the cave, you don’t have to think about what’s outside the cave: in this case a seemingly endless, punishing climb. Inside the cave, the legs keep churning away with no relation to the distance being traveled. Inside the cave, the ride recedes into the background, and all that remains is the beating heart, the spinning cranks, the heaving breath.
At some point during my stay in the cave I decided to look outside. Lo and behold, I was almost at the top of a huge bloody hill! The weather was perfect out there. The view was lovely. I stepped out of the cave and was greeted with a wave of nausea, and I leaned over my handlebars to catch my breath. I wheeled around to the other side of the road and began my descent. At the bottom, I looked over my shoulder. The pain cave was a distant memory. The pavement winked at me again. Just once more?