The Winter Cycling Ninja rides again! (sort of)

So the warm streak in new york has finally broken- the temps are finally in the 20's and 30's, and we're solidly in the winter.

We were supposed to have a short team ride yesterday morning. I woke up, saw that it was 24 degrees outside, and went ahead and dressed up. I took the cross bike out (it's maiden ride since i slapped the Campy components and carbon bars on it) and went to meet everyone at the boathouse. Well apparently I get hardcore points for being the only one who showed up! maybe it's because there was still snow on the ground...

I went ahead and got a lap in (about 6 mi) before saying "F That" and going home to ride the rollers.

rollers were fun- I didnt break my ass and I got the hang of doing it with no hands (for very brief amounts of time).

Today was two hours on the trainer.

boo. trainer time. so much trainer time.

being on the trainer for more than an hour and a half makes me suicidal. Thankfully, watching Kill Bill Vol 2 Dulled the pain a bit.

I think I'm going to start looking for a new saddle. A ong trainer season really puts your saddle to the test, and as much as I love my Fizik Arione (and as much as it matched my bike), I might need to look around, because I enjoy not being sterile.

I think I'll try out one of the New Selle Flites and the Fizik Gobi (I would try the Aliante, but that shit is wayyy too expensive)

I recently got my Fondriest Fitted by Mike Sherry at Performance Labs HC . It was a pretty Deluxe fitting, setting me back about $250. I feel much better on the bike. Mike took a ton of skeletal measurements and ended up raising my seatpost by almost 2 inches, and lowered my Stem height by about an inch. My hips are more open, and I feel different muscle groups in my legs being used. I'll be excited to get back out on the road for a real ride and see what the difference is. Overall, it was a great fitting experience. Mike was super knowledgable and did a great job. Highly reccomended!

Tomorrow's a rest day. Thank the frigging lord.

If this cold weather keeps going, I just might slap the knobbies back on my cross bike and go romping through central park on a snowy afternoon. Who's with me?!

Writing for ChaosCyclingClub.com

In addition to this specacular, epic, and eloquent blog that you, my loyal readers, enjoy on a regular basis (HA!), I have also started writing for www.chaoscyclingclub.com as one of their blog writers. The site is up but not completely functional yet. You can get the gist from their myspace page HERE. Here's the first piece I wrote for them:

State of the cycling Union

My fellow cyclists,

As we stand on the horizon of the 2007, I can't help but think about what this year has in store for us. What will bring us excitement? Who will win the tour? What scandal is going to rock our world next? Will the Pro-tour survive another year of mismanagement and bad protocol? Will I even come close to winning a bike race?

Who knows.

I've been mulling over the general state of cycling and how it has changed over the past year. The thing about this marvelous two-wheeled invention is that it means so many things to many different people. a work of art, a commuter, a $12,000 racing machine, a bike messenger's most prized possession, and a weapon of competition. Hell, to you it may mean all of those things rolled into one.

Look at the current state of pro cycling. Unfounded accusations can ruin a pro's career. Anti-doping regulations have turned into glorified witch hunts. All hunches, no evidence. It's a shaky base to build a case on.

What will happen in the next twelve months? Will we ever be able to look up to these cycling masters with the child-like reverie that people had for Eddie Merckx and Fausto Coppi? Can a cycling legend be forged in the current environment we live in, or will the reputations of every budding cycling hero be so easily chopped down by accusations and scandal?

When looking at the pro cycling world, I've realized a few things:

-A simple accusation does not make a person guilty until they're proven to be so in a court of law. Until then, they're innocent. Remember that the next time you get into a debate over Floyd, Jan, or Ivan. They're innocent until a court proves otherwise. Sorry. It's called the justice system.
-The (general) media does more harm than good when cycling is in the news. Does it ever surprise you that the media attacks cycling for being a dirty, scandal ridden sport when it is in fact vastly more regulated than other professional sports that overweight beer swillers watch? If Barry Bonds were a cyclist (which is a hilarious visualization in and of itself,) he would have had it MUCH rougher than he does now.
-The Officials governing the sport need to get their acts together. Sometimes it seems like they are out to kill the sport. They have to stick to the rules that they come up with, and there needs to be a system of checks and balances to ensure that officials cannot abuse their power. Reputations of the cyclists and the sport in general will be at stake if the officials can't get their acts together.

As for my predictions for the next year's winners, they're as follows:

Paris-Roubaix: Big George Hincapie
The Giro: Basso or Cunego
The Tour: Landis (if he can compete), Basso, or Vino

We as cyclists have to make a choice. There's no place for cynicism in cycling- that's what'll kill the sport. The world of cycling is larger than the pros. Sure, they're amazing to watch, and they're stronger cyclists than most of us will ever hope to be, but pro cycling shouldn't define what the experience means to us. It is what we make of it.

It's time to return to the simple joy of pedaling a bicycle. Get out there and suffer up a hill, blast down a descent, and trackstand at the stoplight. Do a wheelie. Sprint for the Line. Compete in your first race. Bunny hop a cyclocross barrier. Try to ride a unicycle.

Push yourself, and let this two wheeled wonder make you a better, stronger, and more balanced person. The more you ride, the better it gets.

New Orleans: Beer, Liquor, Food, and (consequently) Recovery Rides

I flew down to New Orleans this weekend to recharge my batteries and Visit my Alma Madre. The folks at Tulane U. decided it would be a good idea to fly me down and interview me for their admissions video, and who am I to argue with people shoving free airfare in my face??

Given the relationship and history New Orleans and I had back in college, I was pretty worried that I was going to single-handedly undo all of the hard work I've done up to this point in the training season and end up in the french quarter with no pants on (again). I'd lost 5 lbs this month, and was getting into a good groove with the 6 day-a-week workout schedule. What better way to disrupt all that hard work with copious amounts of heavy,delicious food and car-wreck inducing alcoholic beverages??


Luckily for me, the weather was fantastic. Even luckier for me: an old riding buddy had an extra bike for me to use. Hoo-Ha! All is not lost.

Not only did I get to hit up all of my old and favorite alcoholic and culinary stomping grounds, but I also got to hit up my old cycling territory: The Mississippi River Trail (or MRT for all you acronymaholics).


The MRT is a glorious stretch of bike path that lies on the tippy-top of the Mississippi river levee. It goes out for at least 25 miles. Best part? No cars allowed, and its flat. Worst part? It's flat. And Windy.

It's a pace-liner's dream.

When not in a pace line, it makes for an interesting ride.


Usually what happens is you end up flying on the way out. Gee, You feel so good and strong, zooming along in your big ring without a care in the world. you could go on like this forever!

Then you turn around, and are slapped in the face by the invisible hand that was gently pushing you along the whole time. Thanks! You end up grinding out those same miles on the way back. Whoopie.

Aside from that, the Levee path has a fond place in my heart. I developed into a road rider on that path- starting out as a huge Fred on his Gary fisher with knobby tires, a camelbak, baggy shorts and platform pedals and eventually turning into a spandex- wearing, clipless pedalling, skinny tire rollin' fool that I am today. I've got this path to thank for that.

The sights on the levee are pretty unique. you pass a golf course, huge bridges, ghetto projects, grand plantation mansions, Oil Refineries, and Barge Loading facilities. You can imagine the looks I used to get when I would walk into the Blue-collar convenience store for a Gatorade all decked out in spandex.


I met up with my old cycling cohort Mikey and our friend Scott, who just started cycling, and off we went for a friendly little jaunt along the Mississippi. We took it slow, caught up, had a few laughs, and snapped a few photos. It was good to see those two, and i enjoyed drooling over Mikey's new BMC Street Machine (Mikey, email me pics and a description of that hot piece of gear if you want it features on here as bike porn).


I got to use his old steel LeMond from the 90's. It was pretty entertaining to ride it, considering the frame was 3 cm too big for me, and the crank arms were 175mm (as opposed to 170's that I run on mine). I felt like I was pedaling a penny-farthing or something... It did, however, have the old Shimano RSX 7-speed components, and I was really impressed at how well they shifted.

I took it out again the next day to clear up my hang over, and got a good 45 mile Endurance ride in. Just what I needed.

Going for a ride those two times was a good bit of damage control for the delicious crap I was going to eat and drink. Namely, This:


You can order a triple-bypass on the side, if needed.

Now I'm back home, relishing the fun I had, and the fact that my silly cycling tan lines are back. I look like a redneck farmer with raccoon eyes, and boy does it feel good.

Back to training!

All your base miles are belong to us

Ok, that may be a bit obscure of a title reference. Whoever gets it receives a cookie. Promise.

Base mile season is upon us. Countless hours of bland, heart-rate limited, small-chainring miles await us. We churn through the boring miles and horrific trainer sessions with the hopes that come race day it'll pay off. Until then, keep spinning- let those Freds in the park pass you- the guys that are going fast now aren't going to be fast when it counts.

My training's in full swing. The name of the game is plenty of high cadence time in my endurance zone (about 144-158 bpm for me). I'm training 6 days a week now, which is more than I'm used to, but it’s a good schedule. I've been getting on the road as much as possible, although it has finally started to turn cold, so I'm back on the trainer. I've also got a brand, spanking new set of Minoura Rollers to have fun with. Now I can crash indoors!

I tried them out for a few minutes in a doorway yesterday. It's a fun sensation. It differs from rollers in the same way that free weights at a gym differ from a weight machine: you have to stabilize yourself. No sloppy movements allowed, or else you're in for a world of hurt. Super relaxing, I know. These glorified rolling pins should help smooth out my spin and polish my control and balance on the bike, which is always appreciated.

The workouts my coach has been giving me are good, albeit complex. I had to create an interval chart just to keep track of the workout!


I'd like to start a fun little piece on this blog every few weeks where a bike is featured. Call it an ode to bike porn. The kicker is- I want to feature YOUR bikes. If you're in love with your bike, send an email to cjammet@gmail.com with pictures, a description, and why you love your bike so much. I'll make it a star, baby! I'll kick things off with mine in a few days, but then it's all you guys! (Marcella, I especially want to feature your disgustingly beautiful Guru on here!)

Time for me to jet- up at 5 am for more trainer time (or maybe rollers...). Before I go, though- here's my most recent trainer Mix:

Name	Artist
Bagpipes	Dropkick Murphys
Broken Glass	Buckcherry
Price of Love	Client
Dead Again	Buckcherry
Cochise	Audioslave
Angels Of The Silences	Counting Crows
Breakup Song	Cowboy Mouth
She Sells Sanctuary	The Cult
Cold	Crossfade
La Grange	ZZ Top
Take Me Out	Franz Ferdinand
Joe Strummer	Cowboy Mouth
This Much Fun	Cowboy Mouth
Glory and Consequence	Ben Harper & the Innocent Criminals
Welcome to Paradise	Green Day
Absolut Kravitz - Breathe	Lenny Kravitz
Tu Dis Rien	Louise Attaque
Not Coming Home	Maroon 5
Queen- Bicycle race	Queen
Fat Bottomed Girls	Queen
To Be Young	Ryan Adams
I Summon You	Spoon
Crackerman	Stone Temple Pilots
Can't Get Blue Monday Out of My Head	Kylie Minogue
Drink the Water	Buckcherry
Everlong	Foo Fighters
Call On Me (Main Mix)	Eric Prydz
Whatcha Gonna do?	Cowboy Mouth
Danger Zone	Kenny Loggins
Times Like These	Foo Fighters
Over And Done With	The Proclaimers

What are YOU listening to on the trainer?

Photography Skillz

looks like Velonews has taken a fancy to my photographin'. Considering I take more pictures than a Japanese tourist in Times Square on the 4th of July, I think it's about time I get recognized!

Every week I submit a photo to their weekly photo contest. This week i send it one of Jay racing in the UCI race at nationals:

I'm asking you, my semi-faithful readers (all 10 of you) to send a vote in if it tickles your fancy.

To vote: Send an e-mail to Rosters@InsideInc.com with the title of the picture you'd like to win. Mine is titled: "Jason White at the 2006 Cross nats- By Christophe Jammet." If i win, I get a sweet cycling photography book, an even bigger ego, and the photo goes in the running for photo of the year.

So go vote! and use those multiple e-mail addresses while you're at it.

Grassy-ass!