Velocaches In Play
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Have you seen that vigilante man?
I hear he makes a mean breakfast. All's I can say is: you're gonna want to set a while, but this spot is more suited to the end of the day than the beginning. Maybe bring the stove and some eggses, cook up a little dinner and watch the sun go down.
Sorry the box is crumpled. I had to do that to get it to fit in my musette.
So. All my fancy Brooks saddlebags are breaking. For reals, 2 out of 3. The bag supports on the Brooks saddles are square edged/thin enough to eat up the straps. I find this very disappointing. You'd figure the limey bastards would make their designed-to-be-paired-products compatible. Nope, not if you carry so much as a tube, a patchkit, a mini-tool.
But today I outsmarted them.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
I'm sayin that smelling the Wild in and of itself will, sadly, lose it's draw if you are wet, windblown, uncomfortable and/or bloated. So here's where Velocache really shines. Like a greasy $1 dollar bill crumpled in the gutter, it gives you an unreasonable lift of spirits and motivation all out of proportion with it's reality. Let Velocache be the wind beneath your wings that's really needed to get you out! and on the bike in this bleakening season.
This is the cache that sent me up and along the ridge to Dana's Drop, and I haven't ridden that in at least a year. So that's cool. It's a sandy rut these days, but it leads to some worthwhile get through trails. I popped out onto rushy rush 68, which I crossed and climbed towards the steps from the West.
This quickly became steep to the point of ridiculousness.
The steps from above did not appeal,
so I engaged in some bushwacking like you read about to reach the Scenic Trail and come at the treasure from above. I appreciate a clever turn of phrase, so I knew to look to the left if viewed from below, which would be right for me...
You know the treasure will be cheap and tawdry (and occasionally even offensive) yet it still holds out the possibility of revealing itself a poorly framed xeroxed copy of a badly airbrushed T-shirt featuring the visage of Charles Bronson, or some other inspiring jackpot. It is this sliver of possible brightness which you must cultivate into the burning flame of an actual bike ride.I knew it would be quite a climb to get back up, so I delayed opening the treasure until I got to that one spot overlooking the bumper to bumper on 68. It's a nice spot to soak in some rays.
On a related note: Gary Fisher, like Nick Nolte, gives me the heeby jeebies. I first became aware of this in the gay 90's, when Fisher had 70foot long banners of his face hanging above the booth at Interbike. That was notably over the top. Then there was the claims at being the Godfather of Mountain Biking- hurk!ohgodholdmyhair- like it wasn't some kid riding his bike where he liked (if you're a romantic) or cyclocross nutters (if you're an anglophile) or the fucking cavalry (if you're a buffalo soldier) or Joe Breeze, Tom Ritchey, Charlie Cunningham, et al (if you're from NorCal , bro). Then it was inventing the 29" wheel (which at one Sea Otter I actually thanked him personally for popularising, since I am a gentleman, if a slight cad) when we all know it was Wes Williams. Booyah. Finally (I can only hope) it is the increasingly "bespoke" ensembles of facial hair and tailoring.
So that horrible t-shirt scared me more than any Omen reference or 80's Christian Metal. I will consider it a personal slap in the face with regard to my ability to fly in the face of fashion and wear it as a symbol of my continuing resistance to the stupidification/marketing of the next big thing in bicycling. It shall be the podium from which I launch my diatribe at the unsuspecting when they notice in passing polite speech my garb. A springboard to a meaningful discussion on what is Good and True in cycling versus what is an unsavory cult of personality, what is a false usurpation of our common history in cycling, what is madly scrambling for the new at the expense of the proven.
The really horrible part is that he has had a lot of very good ideas on bikes and bike design, and has promoted some worthwhile niches- not least 29" wheels and commutative bikes, which are both dear to my heart. But, look again at the shirt. It's that kind of unabashed hubris which calls for a real dislike. So I still shudder at the sight of him. And that makes this a Velocache win, I suppose. Especially since when I first saw it I thought "That's not a very good likeness of Phil Collins."...
and I shuddered.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
#30 will get YOU pumped up.
They's only one hill like this one.
Hill climb. WOOOOOOOOOOO!
Where you's can park your bike in front of a view of Monterey like this one.
This little Monterey Pine.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Nicely repackaged (I got my cord back!) and lovingly placed in the old beers' home.
The best cache evar! Turn your head to the right, now.
Hell yes that shhhhhtein winds up and plays a sickly tune!
This one's for my dead horseys:
So, bushes aren't for eating!
They are for stashing bottles of booze. Turkey will gobble.
...so, uh, we might have damaged the shrine a smidgen but it seems oddly improved to me.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Velocache #29 a.k.a "might as well stop in for a drink or four", originally uploaded by Reverend Dick.
You know the story. Supposedly Robert Louis Stevenson was trying to hook up with some broad in the 1870s, stalked her here, and soaked up enough local culture to inspire Treasure Island, etc.
Rich white folks have to get they exorbitantly expensive private school namesakes someplace.
Anyhow, right next door slumps an exorbitantly degenerate cantina. It is a shame to think that it would not have been around to inspire our author, reeking as it does (and would have) of musty spirits and skulduggery, so let's just pretend that it was around then, and acknowledge that piratical adventures owe it a hearty yo ho. Dirty Dan will almost assuredly be in there. Just look for the bespectacled white bearded gent mumbling and swaying. Allow him to buy you a drink. (Perhaps follow you to your next watering hole, assuming you make the mistake of telling him where you're headed.)
While you're in there, a trip to the men's room and a gander out the window might reveal...the traysure. You know, if you crook your neck just right.
Get it before some wino; it's a good one.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Maybe if you go up that game trail you'll find something under the base of this tree? You can thank me for the shirt later.
Friday, September 10, 2010
This is some good singletrack, a little sandy for cross tyres but hey that's the Ord. I had only once sniffed "Freedom", otherwise I would have had no clue.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
This cache is both there and not there, depending on how well you know your local singletrack.
The question you gotta ask yerself is "Do I feel lucky?".
Well, punk, do ya?
Don't step in whatever this is..
Rolling down to the cache, I stopped here and looked back at this shithouse. For perspective.
From that spot, you can also see this:
And, looking East:
What's in those trees?
On the right track...
...but way too far.