Truer Words - A Journal

Happy New Year, One and All

seth@macrobyte.net — Mon, 01 Jan 2007 16:22:11 GMT

2006 was a good year for me and mine, in many ways.

To all of my family near and far, to my ecclesia here and worldwide, to all of my friends new and old, close or distant:

Happy
New Year!

Hoping 2007 will be even better, for all of us...

2005 Tri-State Seacoast Century

seth@macrobyte.net — Sun, 25 Sep 2005 21:36:32 GMT

Saturday I rode in the Tri-State Seacoast Century for the third time. It's a 100-mile bike ride along the coastlines of New Hampshire, Massachusetts, and Maine.

I didn't get to sleep until almost 11:30 on Friday night. Not good, considering that I was supposed to meet everybody at Steve's house by 5:00, and he lives about 80 minutes away. I was out of bed when the alarm went off at 3:00, and straight into the shower... but I think I fell asleep just standing there as it was almost 3:30 by the time I got out.

I was on the road by 4:20, but didn't have enough gas. That added another ten minutes, as I bought some (bad) coffee and powerbars at the gas station.

Google's directions to Steve's house said to take exit 7A off I-95 in Massachusetts, make a right, "go 0.4 miles, continue for another 0.4 miles, then turn left onto Chauncy Street." Here we have a whole bunch of problems. ;-) First, there was no Chauncy. Second, I was stupid-tired and upset about already being late. Third, I can't stand the way online directions always say things like "go 0.4 miles, then continue on the same road for another 0.4 miles." This stuff is all script-based, so why don't they merge that into a single "go 0.4 miles?!"

Anyway, being stupid-tired meant that I was just looking for Chaunch Street and not paying any attention to the mileage, and went too far because I never saw the sign. After an extra mile or so, Rt. 140 grew a median (so I couldn't do a U-turn) and rudely dumped me onto I-495. More minutes flushed away as I drove up to the next exit to turn around and try again.

When I finally pulled into the driveway, I was frustrated and just hoping they'd all jump in Steve's van and we could go immediately. (So, I'd drive my car up, too.) Steve tried to talk me out of it, and after I'd relaxed for a minute I agreed. We put the bike on the van and all five of us were finally on the road.

Five? Yeah, all folks I've mentioned many times before: Mike Lucas, Jason Cicero, Jim Boyko, Steve Davis, and myself.

None of us had a camera this time, so there are no pictures. That's an unfortunate first for this group. :-(

Start of the Ride

Last year we waited nearly 30 minutes in the sign-in line at Hampton Beach State Park (NH). This year we waited at least... a minute. Very nice.

We hit the road at about 8:00. That's an hour later than we had intended, but it worked out nicely: it was a chilly day, and the extra hour gave the sun a little more time to do its thing.

Jim wasn't feeling up to riding the whole century with us, so he waited at the park for us to complete the first ~20 mile loop down to Mass and back. In fact, it turned out that he had other plans entirely: he was only going to do about thirty-five miles with us to the Nubble Lighthouse, have lunch, and then continue North to Kennebunkport to meet his wife, Katie.

Those first twenty miles were bumpy but uneventful. Well, mostly. My jersey had ridden up a little and was showing a crescent of skin on my lower back. Steve yelled, in his most drill-instructor-like voice, "Dillingham! Pull up those shorts!" Ahem. I guess I'm glad he didn't have his camera with him, after all!

To Nubble Lighthouse

Jim was waiting for us at the entrance to the park. After a quick pit-stop, we were on the road again.

The wind was in our face at about 12 mph. Normally the opposite is true for this part of the ride, but this also explains the chill: the wind was coming out of the North. It's ok, though, as we were really trying to restrain our pace for this part of the trip, and the wind definitely made it easier to stay slow.

Along the way we picked up a sixth rider, named Rob. Nice guy, alot like us in that he just loves to ride and does a lot of it.

Lunch at Fox's Lobster House ("One Nibble on the Nubble and You're Hooked!"), right next to Nubble Lighthouse, was a clamroll and onion rings. Mmm, gotta love fried food in the middle of a long bike ride. (I think everybody else had lobster rolls.)

The weather at the lighthouse was perfect. The wind had stopped (a bad sign, actually), temperatures were in the high 60's, and it was perfectly sunny and clear with very low humidity.

Back to the Park

After the lighthouse the route continues North for a little longer before looping around and heading back South towards the start. Rob stayed with us, he said he liked our pace. Jim stayed with us for awhile, too.

Near the point where we expected Jim to part ways for his trip to Kennebunkport, we stopped at an intersection. Two ladies were there ahead of us, and one of them didn't unclip fast enough... whomp! She fell over on her left side. It looked funny, but she was stuck so Mike and I helped her back up.

In the confusion, Jim just seemed to disappear. Not one of us saw him go! He may have turned off the route before the the lady fell, and just never said goodbye, or he passed us and made a right while we were trying to help her back up. Whatever, it was very strange.

Rob pulled at the front for a little while, and then apparently blew up and was shelled off the back. Again, he never said a word, just pulled for a little too long and then sort of vanished. I actually expected that (the vanishing, not the silence), unfortunately. He liked our pace on the trip up, but we were intentionally keep it low. We were somewhat less restrained on the return trip.

Oddly, we picked up *another* rider named Rob for the last twenty miles or so. He was as strong as any of us, and worked well with our paceline to keep the speed up.

Speaking of the paceline: I've taken to calling Mike's pulls, "chasing the dart." Mike is a fantastic rider, and we all know that age (he has 20 years on me) is the only reason we can keep up with him. Unfortunately for us, his size and complete lack of bulk mean he doesn't make a very nice draft. He guessed that this is why we kept emphasizing "short pulls," but he was only half right: we were all trying to take relatively short pulls (less than a mile) to keep our strength up. (It didn't always work out that way, but nobody from our group took really long, hard pulls.)

I mentioned that the lack of wind at the lighthouse was a bad sign: that's because it was turning around, and was in our faces again for most of the trip home. It wasn't as strong as last year, but it would have been nice to ride home with a tailwind!

Lesson for the Future: Don't Skip the Water Stop

As we approached the final water stop, Steve suggested we skip it. He had enough water (especially at the pace he drinks it!), and wanted to just push all the way back. Nobody objected, so we blew right past it.

This was a mistake. It wasn't long before Mike realized he didn't have enough to finish the trip. We only saw one open store after the water stop, but it was just a couple of miles later and Mike didn't think he needed to stop. (If he'd known that was the last one, we definitely would have stopped.)

Next year, don't skip the water stop.

It wasn't tragic, Steve shared some of his with Mike, but that's obviously not the best solution.

Final Push

For the last ten miles, we really turned on the juice. Mike says we gained 0.3 mph overall in the last ten miles alone. Cool. Steve, Rob and I did a lot of the pulling, but nobody was dropped and we all finished together.

Unfortunately, I didn't reset my cyclometer until after the first 20 miles, so I don't yet have the numbers. This certainly wasn't a 20 mph century (I'm guessing it was about 19), but this ride is definitely not about speed so I think we were all fine with that.

If It's Brown...

Another lesson to remember for next year. Don't go to Brown's! I wasn't hungry, but the other guys were. Steve ordered a burger, Jason some fried chicken ("fingers," I think), and Mike got some fries and something else that I can't remember. Steve said his burger was, "the worst I've had in a long time," Jason had to wait 35 minutes for his food, and Mike had to wait almost 45 minutes!

This was silly, as the Davis's were planning a big barbecue for us at their house anyway. Brown's is expensive and excruciatingly slow. Next year, let's just go to the Davis's. The waitress is prettier and much friendlier, the food is much better, and they serve free appetizers and beer while we wait for the meal!

Stats: I'll drop them in as soon as I have them. Steve? Jason? Mike?

PMC 2005, Sunday After the Ride, and the Trip Home

seth@macrobyte.net — Mon, 08 Aug 2005 03:09:09 GMT

After being "scanned" at the finish line, I coasted up to the reception area. Mark and Andy had just come out of the shower tent and were finishing getting dressed.

I wasn't surprised they were in ahead of me. Remember, I saw them take off first thing in the morning to find Dave, and then never saw them again. (If perception were reality, as we're so often told, then that's exactly how it would have happened. I had their story all wrong, but...

PMC Day Two: Bourne to the Provincetown Inn

seth@macrobyte.net — Mon, 08 Aug 2005 03:06:27 GMT

OK, now you can have the repeat of Friday morning that you've been waiting for. ;-)

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt....

Must not hit snooze. Must not hit snooze. Must not hit...

ahhhhhhh. Snooze!

No! Get Up!

Really, the voice in my head, telling me to get up, could barely be heard over the cacophany of other voices, all of my muscles just begging that little voice to JUST SHUT UP AND LET THEM SLEEP...

Pan-Mass Challenge 2005: Day Zero, Huckleberries, West Stockbride to Sturbridge

seth@macrobyte.net — Sat, 06 Aug 2005 02:08:46 GMT

"Mumble mumble mumble ... something something something ... national public radio ... " Where's that darn snooze button!? I can't find it! Let me sleep!

Wait! I can't hit snooze. It's time to ride!

I dragged myself out of bed and took a shower to wake up. It wasn't terribly early, I just wasn't waking up...

Note: this story has been udpated with some new info. The previous version, though long, was incomplete.

Ride #17: Thrice Around the Scituate Reservoir

seth@macrobyte.net — Thu, 14 Apr 2005 16:51:56 GMT

As foretold, last Saturday I went up to Cranston for my first group ride of the season with Jim Boyko, Jason Cicero, Steve Davis, and Steve Harper. I was a little wary of this ride because it's so early in the season. Last time I rode with these guys (in the SCC) I was in pretty good shape, but can't honestly say that I'm there yet this year.

Aside...

Last year at this time, I had exactly zero miles in the saddle. In fact, I didn't even have a bike: the old Canondale had bitten the dust with a large crack in the frame around the seatpost, and the new Seven wouldn't be ready until April 22. I weighed 300 pounds, and it had been only one month since Shane died.

Anyway, the point is that although I'm not yet in the condition I was at the end of last year, I'm way, way, way better off than I was a year ago. 470 miles in the saddle for the year (though 130 were spaced out in January and February), and about 266 pounds.

I met Steve (Davis) at the Cranston hall at about 10:15. Fifteen minutes late, as usual. (Sorry Steve.) Another fifteen minutes to change into my jersey and shoes at the truck, and I was back at the hall again. Mike Pride was there, but didn't recognize me... that was very strange, I guess it was the helmet and shades. ::shrug::

We left, but it was colder than I thought so we went back again for my jacket. This happens every time I ride with Steve... there's always some reason to go back again. (Left my watch on one time, forgot my water bottles another time, the list goes on.)

We quickly managed to miss our first turn, but he had a map with him so a few minutes later we were zipping along towards the reservoir. (Oh, and "thank goodness for apostate churches and their free porta-potties!" ;-)

The loop around the reservoir is very pretty, and a little challenging at times. There's a long, shallow hill that curves off to the right, and my eyes were convinced that it was flat... but I couldn't keep my speed up over 12 mph, and eventually settled at just 9 for the climb. Steve said it must be a "high gravity day," but I didn't see anything about that in the weather reports.

I should mention that Davis is in excellent condition, especially for this early in the season. Kind of sickening, really: he rode his 1,000th mile for the year on this ride! He has good reason, as he's riding the Brasstown Bald Buster this weekend with his brother-in-law David Schalgeter. From what I've read and heard, he'll need everything he's got, as this ride is brutal.

After our first loop, we heaed back to the hall to pick up the other three. Jason and Steve were ready and waiting, and Jim showed up a few minutes later. After Jim changed his clothes we were off again. It was still a little cool, but I left the jacket behind this time (without regret).

Clockwise from the top left: Steve Harper, Steve Davis, Jason Cicero, Seth Dillingham, and that's Jim Boyko kneeling in the front.

Halfway into this loop, I suggested we go left to find Uncle Dave and Aunt Karen Pride's house for a quick visit. We've all known them our whole lives; he even performed the wedding ceremony for me and Corinne, and she was our wedding photographer. We found the house just a couple of miles up the road, and definitely surprised them. (To the right is the only picture from the ride, taken by Aunt Karen with Jim's camera phone.)

They topped-off our water bottles, shared their bathroom, and reviewed our map and gave us some possible "more interesting" routes.

"More interesting" is perhaps an understatement. Jason Cicero particularly appreciated the two miles of dirt roads, and getting temporary lost in the woods. While we were stopped at an intersection of two dirt roads (though the intersection was paved!), Steve Harper made a comment about hearing banjos just as I was about to say, "we need deliverance." Two points to Steve for slightly better timing.

We did eventually find our way out of the woods. Based on his reaction (which included much yelling and fit-pitching), Jason wasn't very happy about this, but what were we to do? Just keep riding on dirt roads all day? Sorry, dude. ;-)

The plan had been to do two loops with the whole group, but when we neard the end of the first loop I decided I'd had enough. We stopped at a little road-side restaurant so Steve could eat a hamburger, and I let everybody know I was done. Boyko was dragging too, and Harper was afraid he'd start getting leg cramps, so we all decided to head back... except Davis, who said he was going to do one more loop on his own.

For the next few minutes, I considered and reconsidered my plan. The main problem was not how I was feeling, though I was tired. Frankly, I missed my wife. It's been hard to be away from her for significant amounts of time over the last year. So, I could either go back with the guys and then head up to Jim's for the BBQ, or I could do another loop with Steve and then head home. The BBQ would add at least three or four hours to my day, and a lot of food that I really didn't need. A third loop would take about an hour, and I needed the exercise. At the last minute, just as the rest of the group made a left, I told Steve I'd go with him and we made a right. He hooted in response, something like, "All riiiiiight!" ;-)

This third loop hurt. That darn hill still looked flat to my obviously cockeyed brain, and there's nothing like a false flat to break the spirit. Still, Steve was very patient, pacing me up almost every hill. Gotta love having patient, generous friends.

By the end of the ride my arms and face were sunburned and I was totally covered in salt from my own dried sweat. Nice. My saddle felt like a misshaped iron bar, and the pedals just didn't want to go around like they're supposed to.

(That last part is true, actually. In the smallest sprockets, the chain was slipping every few seconds. Steve took a look and said my chain was probably worn out, and I should replace it ASAP so that it doesn't also wear out the cassette. He was right: I've since brought it to Mystic Cycle, and they're going to replace both items this Monday as part of my final, free-for-the-first-year tune up.)

We finished our loop and returned to the hall. The other three were long gone, of course, and after a quick handshake (and phone calls to our wives) we both headed home.

Definitely the slowest 80 miler I've done in a long time, but also the earliest I've ever done it. I think we all had a great time (especially Jason). Thanks, guys! I hope we can all meet up again at the Quabbin on June 4th.

Stats: 82.03 miles (132.0 km) in 4h 54' 29" for a pitiful average speed of 16.71 mph (26.90 kph).

Saturday is a Group Ride

seth@macrobyte.net — Fri, 08 Apr 2005 18:54:45 GMT

Tomorrow morning, I'm meeting Steve Davis at the Cranston, RI, ecclesial hall. We're doing a loop (on our bikes) around the Scituate Reservoir, then planning to return to the hall, pick up two or three more, and doing it again. Then, perhaps, we'll all go back to Jim Boyko's house for BBQ.

The "planning" and "perhaps" are because we're having a tough time getting answers out of two of the other three riders. It's like they don't sit in front of their computers all day just waiting for email!!!

What are we supposed to do? Call them on the tel-e-phone or something? No voice-over-IM, even? Sheesh. ;-)

PMC 2004: Way, Way Over Budget ;^)

seth@macrobyte.net — Sun, 14 Nov 2004 15:23:43 GMT

Last night the PMC presented the check to the Jimmy Fund, at a big gala/dinner in Boston. The goal for this year was $17 Million, but the check was for $20 Million!

That's excellent! $3,000,000 over the goal!

Quoting from the email they sent out last night:

The record-setting sum is more than twice the amount ever contributed to charity by an athletic fundraising event anywhere in the United States and represents 97 cents of every dollar raised.

Here's a shot of Steve Davis and Jim Boyko, a.k.a. "the smiling bandits," trying to sneak out of the building with both the check *and* the Red Sox World Series trophy. (Remember, the Sox are the PMC Presenting Sponsors, so that's the real deal.) What were they thinking?!

Thanks again to all of my sponsors! My total for the year was $4,061. That's $1,536.50 better than last year!

Update: Steve tells me that Jim Boyko's tie is actually a bicycle innertube! (Dress code for the event was "creative black tie.")

Sunday Morning, PMC Stage 2, Bourne to Provincetown Inn

seth@macrobyte.net — Sun, 08 Aug 2004 14:09:46 GMT

It's Like an Insomniac Convention

No matter how good you felt on Saturday -- and I felt great -- 112 miles on the bike will wear you out, and a good night's sleep ends up very high on the agenda. That's why having to get up at 3:45 Sunday morning feels so incredibly WRONG!

But get up we did, and Corinne once again drove me to where I needed to be, from our hotel in Plymouth to the MMA in Bourne, and then drove herself back to the hotel for some more sleep. She dropped me off at about 4:45.

I deposited my bag in the truck...

Continued...

Sunday Afternoon, PMC Family Finish, The Long Trip Home

seth@macrobyte.net — Sun, 08 Aug 2004 17:13:04 GMT

After having our bracelets scanned on arrival, Jim and I walked our bikes up to the walkway where the Scariest Sight Ever was found last year. This year there were no such horrors. In fact, we were so early that we both got decent spots for our bikes on the walkway itself. Jim counted forty bikes against the rail ahead of us, and there were still plenty of open spaces...

Continued...

Saturday Morning, PMC Stage 1, Sturbridge to Mass Maritime Academy

seth@macrobyte.net — Sat, 07 Aug 2004 10:02:11 GMT

Since sleep was eluding me anyway, I was up a couple minutes before the wake up call at 4:30. Corinne answered it, and then immediately went back to sleep (or she tried, anyway). After showering and dressing, I put as much stuff back in the car as I could so that she wouldn't have to lug so much when she checked out, packed a small over-night bag with my camera and some clothes for after the ride, threw the bag over my shoulder and then rode my bike to the Host, arriving at about 5:15 AM.

Like last year, the entire parking lot was split up by ropes, dividing the riders into groups by approximate speed. ..

Continued...

PMC Saturday Afternoon, Mass Maritime Academy

seth@macrobyte.net — Sat, 07 Aug 2004 15:27:01 GMT

After check-in, I parked my bike in the lockup, in section A3. There were 150-200 bikes there already, but that's nothing compared to how many would be there by the end of the day! Then, at Steve's prompting, I went straight to the massage tent to sign up. They scheduled me for 3:00 on table 8 (out of 60 something massage tables!), so I had a couple hours to kill.

From there, I found Steve and and Jim again...

Continued...

Friday Afternoon: Really, I Need to Just Calm Down

seth@macrobyte.net — Fri, 06 Aug 2004 19:12:04 GMT

The Trip

The PMC starts at the Sturbridge Host Hotel in Sturbridge, MA. The drive there from our home in Mystic, CT, took Corinne and I about 90 minutes, and we arrived around 3:30 PM.

I was so excited about this trip that I could barely contain myself all day. There had been no riding on Thursday and Friday...

Continued...

Friday Night: PMC Opening Ceremonies, No Sleep

seth@macrobyte.net — Fri, 06 Aug 2004 12:57:54 GMT

After Corinne dropped me off, I found Jim, Steve, and Chris and his wife already seated in the hall for the opening ceremony, with a seat saved for me.

They started with speeches by Billy Starr (founder of the PMC), the head of the Jimmy Fund (Mike Andrews, former Red Sox second baseman), and the president of Dana-Farber (Ed Benz).

Billy went through the numbers, and I was disappointed to learn that CT had...

Continued...

Physician, Heal... Me

seth@macrobyte.net — Thu, 07 Aug 2003 07:09:50 GMT

I had a little bit of a sore throat on Monday, but it was totally eclipsed by the pain in my legs. Tuesday, both my legs and my throat were worse. Wednesday my legs were fully recovered, but my throat hurt very badly.

Today my throat feels like someone scraped it clean with steel wool, then rinsed it with battery acid.

So my streak is broken. For the first time in four years (or so), I'm going to the doctor.

Steve Davis got a sore throat too, but no word yet on how bad it is or if it's passed already. I'm wondering if something at the PMC, like the gatorade at one of the water stops, was tainted with some bacteria (streptococci? not sure if that's possible).

Sunday, PMC Stage 2: MMA to Provincetown

seth@macrobyte.net — Sun, 03 Aug 2003 14:29:21 GMT

Ugh, Again

Riding starts at 5:00 this morning, an hour earlier than yesterday. My reaction to the alarm at 4:00 was the same, though: Ugh!

By 4:30 AM we were on the road from the hotel back to the MMA, and were there by 5:00. We were seeing riders as early as 4:45, which is just nuts...

PMC Stage 2, Continued...

Sunday Afternoon, After the PMC Finishline

seth@macrobyte.net — Sun, 03 Aug 2003 15:32:52 GMT

After crossing the finishline, my plan was to leave the bike somewhere safe, take a shower, wait for Corinne to show up, retrieve the bike and go home.

Scariest Sight Ever

I walked the bike way down to the secure lockup area. On the way, I saw something very... unfortunate. (The squeamish might want to skip this paragraph and the next.) ...

PMC Sunday Afternoon, Continued...

Saturday, PMC Stage 1: Sturbridge to MMA, Bourne

seth@macrobyte.net — Sat, 02 Aug 2003 11:47:55 GMT

No, No, No, It's Too Early

Ugh. The alarm went off at 4:50 this morning. I tried desperately to find a snooze button, but it's probably good that there wasn't one: this weekend wasn't about sleeping or comfort, by any stretch. Chris Rawson and I shared a room with two double beds. He went next door to awake Steve and Jim, and I took a shower just to wake myself up. Thirty minutes after the alarm, my bag was back in Steve's car and I was mounting my bike to ride in the pouring rain to the Host for breakfast and the start of the ride.

My bag went into one of the semi-trailers they use for shipping everybody's bags to the Mass Maritime Academy, today's finishing point. The riders were being split up by speed, and the four of us all put our bikes into the fastest section...

PMC Stage 1, Continued...

Friday Night: The Drive to the PMC, and Registration

seth@macrobyte.net — Fri, 01 Aug 2003 09:21:10 GMT

Corinne got out of work at 2:30 today so that we could make an early start up to the PMC in Sturbridge, MA. The Opening Ceremony started at 7:00, but I had to register, eat dinner, and get my hotel room, so a couple extra hours before the O.C. would be needed. Before we could leave, I had to make a "quick run" over to Mystic Cycle to pick up some energy gels, and I got stuck in traffic. It took over an hour, when it should have taken just twenty minutes!

It rained on the way up. The closer we got, the heavier it rained, until it was absolutely pouring at the Sturbridge Host Hotel, which hosts the first night of the ride, all rider registration, and the Opening Ceremonies...

Friday Before the PMC, Continued...

Friday Night: PMC Opening Ceremonies

seth@macrobyte.net — Fri, 01 Aug 2003 10:07:18 GMT

Once my bike and bag were in Steve's car, we had to go straight into the huge conference room (at the Sturbridge Host Hotel) for the start of the opening ceremonies. Since I was the 'newbie', Steve gave me his aisle seat next to Jim (straight across from Chris) and found another seat for himself somewhere else.

The opening ceremony was quite impressive. Speakers included Billy Starr (the founder), the president of the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute who promised Billy that he wouldn't thank the riders too much but then did it anyway (and apologized to Billy for lying), the Vice President of the Red Sox (presenting sponsors of the PMC this year), Asia Magrib (extreme skier), and even Senator (and presidential candidate) John Kerry!

PMC Opening Ceremonies, Continued...

First Century of the Year: June 7

seth@macrobyte.net — Tue, 27 May 2003 08:34:38 GMT

My first century of the year is the King's Tour of the Quabbin, a one hundred mile ride around the Quabbin Reservoir in Massachusetts.

Looks like the whole gang is going, which should be a lot of fun: Steve Davis, Jim Boyko, Steve Harper, Chris Rawson, Jason Cicero, and myself. I've never ridden with most of those guys, just Steve and Jim at the SCC last year.

I'm not sure that I'll be ready for Quabbin, but I'll try. It's rained way too often for me to get the miles in the saddle.

Steve D. in the PMC Handbook

seth@macrobyte.net — Wed, 16 Apr 2003 18:10:02 GMT

My PMC handbook arrived in the mail today (this feels anachronistic), and I immediately started perusing it for people I know. When I turned to page 8, Steve Davis practically jumped up and down on the page, waving to me.

Yep, I see you. Hi Steve. :-)

I haven't seen pictures of Jim Boyko, Steve Harper, Chris Rawson or anybody else I know. (Steve, do you know if they're in there and I'm just missing it?)

That's a Scenic Road?

seth@macrobyte.net — Sun, 13 Apr 2003 15:55:43 GMT

Go to Google's image search and look for pictures of a scenic road

It's funny that the very first shot is of the backside of my friend Jim Boyko, when we rode in the Tri-State Seacoast Century last year.

Searches for "scenic road" have overtaken everything else as the number one reason that people find my site, so thousands of people have seen that picture of Jim's better side. ;-)

I'm Sick of Cancer

seth@macrobyte.net — Sun, 30 Mar 2003 19:56:42 GMT

I'm sick of cancer.

Do you know anyone who has had cancer? If not, you're lucky, definitely in a minority. There are an awful lot of people out there with it, or who had it and survived. There are a lot more who have died from it.

This year I'm walking in the American Cancer Society's Relay for Life (in Westerly, RI), and riding in the Pan-Mass Challenge. Both of these are fund-raising events, and I need your help.

Please read the full essay to find out how you can help.

Truer Words - A Journal

Happy New Year, One and All

Happy New Year!

2005 Tri-State Seacoast Century

Start of the Ride

To Nubble Lighthouse

Back to the Park

Lesson for the Future: Don't Skip the Water Stop

Final Push

If It's Brown...

PMC 2005, Sunday After the Ride, and the Trip Home

PMC Day Two: Bourne to the Provincetown Inn

Pan-Mass Challenge 2005: Day Zero, Huckleberries, West Stockbride to Sturbridge

Ride #17: Thrice Around the Scituate Reservoir

Aside...

Saturday is a Group Ride

PMC 2004: Way, Way Over Budget ;^)

Sunday Morning, PMC Stage 2, Bourne to Provincetown Inn

It's Like an Insomniac Convention

Sunday Afternoon, PMC Family Finish, The Long Trip Home

Saturday Morning, PMC Stage 1, Sturbridge to Mass Maritime Academy

PMC Saturday Afternoon, Mass Maritime Academy

Friday Afternoon: Really, I Need to Just Calm Down

The Trip

Friday Night: PMC Opening Ceremonies, No Sleep

Physician, Heal... Me

Sunday, PMC Stage 2: MMA to Provincetown

Ugh, Again

Sunday Afternoon, After the PMC Finishline

Scariest Sight Ever

Saturday, PMC Stage 1: Sturbridge to MMA, Bourne

No, No, No, It's Too Early

Friday Night: The Drive to the PMC, and Registration

Friday Night: PMC Opening Ceremonies

First Century of the Year: June 7

Steve D. in the PMC Handbook

That's a Scenic Road?

I'm Sick of Cancer

I'm sick of cancer.

Happy
New Year!