Watch out for deer! (and a finger story)
ibmkidIII said:
Least that's what I think everytime I climb Flag. Those who can suffer the best can climb it the fastest. I suffered bad, but could have done more. First 2/3rds I was spinnning at 9mph or so most of the time which is great for me. Then I hit that last 1/3rd and it just ***** slapped me. 2mph out of the saddle, grinding away to the mailboxes.
43:28, about 1:30 off my fastest time.
Sorry for the road content, but WTF, it's all I could do this week. Nice to be out on the two chain rings.
For those who don't know, Flagstaff mtn.Rd. is in Boulder and gains about 2000 ft in just under 5 miles.
Just a warning, based on a true story ...
I was driving down Flagstaff one day after, riding at Walker. As I caught up to a rode biker in the upper switch backs, a deer darted out from the woods, and the biker hit him dead on. A perfect T-bone! :-(
There's no place to park there, so I put on my emergency signals, parked the car, and got out to see if he was okay.
His T-boning had nocked the deer down, and it flew a few feet and slid to a stop before scrambling up and running away (apparently unharmed!). The got wasn't so lucky. He got up, but was visibly shaken. Nothing was broken, but he seemed to have a concussion to me, in retrospect. At the time, I offered him a ride, but he repeatedly refused. (Probably not thinking clearly.) I drove away.
BTW, my friend Phil was driving behind me. When he saw my car's emergency flashers, and me helping a rider up, he though
I'd hit him!
Lastly, I've attempted super-walker a couple of times, but each time something happened. Last time, Cole and I attempted it from way out in East Boulder (where I work). After having to stop to double back to a bike shop to fix a problem with Cole's bike, we headed up. Long, hot climb, with Cole kicking my a$$. Then we get to the back entrance to Meyer's gulch. I usually like to take this right, then go through Meyer's on the way to Walker.
As we bombed down the road in Meyer's (there were no other people there that day), we came across a simple muddy area. I was gonna jump it, but as we approached, it looked too wide, so I slowed down. I was just gonna roll through it, and get a little muddy -- no big deal.
But when my front tire got about to the middle of the muddy area, it stuck like glue. My momentum, however, continued. I was going OTB.
No big deal, but when I hit, I put both hands out. Bad idea, I guess, as my right hand hit just enough resistance to dislocate my right pinky finger.
Don't get me wrong -- it looked broken. I looked down and saw the finger bend at an unnatural 45 degrees to the right. I guess it was dislocated, since that's happend to me once before (and it didn't hurt). I vowed to try to fix it myself if it ever happened again (since the emergency room charges hundreds and ends up just straightening the thing!).
I grapped the little pinky with my left hand, and pulled and straightened. It didn't hurt, but Cole said it almost made
him sick.

But it still wasn't right, after all that trouble. (But at least it wasn't sideways any more!)
Cole and I rode all the way back to East Arapahoe, and then he followed me home. I had lunch and a beer before heading to the emergency room for the inevitable 6-hour visit. (The only part that really hurts is the shots they give me to numb the pain I'd otherwise feel. Oh yeah, and after the shots wear off, I was glad I had some drugs to put me to sleep!)