The 46th annual Tour de Louisiane stage race is in the books. This was an interesting year. Lots of grassroots events like ours have been struggling, if not dying out entirely, in recent years. There was a time not all that long ago when I was contemplating adding more classes and categories. Lots of races were doing that, and with field sizes rising consistently it seemed like a good plan. That all started to crumble about five years ago. It feels like we’ve kind of bottomed out the last couple Continue reading

Movin’ Out

Two days until our office is moved from the tranquility of University Square and its aging shopping mall buildings to the glass and steel and six lanes of Poydras Street. It will be a nice change, I think, on balance, although my commute will become a bit more stressful. Fortunately, the new bike lane on Tulane Avenue is fully operational now, so I think Jeff. Davis to Tulane Avenue to S. Johnston to Perdido should work out pretty well. It may be time to take a look at the old commuter bike and Continue reading

Crunch Week

It never fails. The week before the Tour de La, or for that matter almost any other major weekend operation, something unexpected pops up to throw a monkey wrench into the works. It looks like this year will be no different. On the plus side, the weather forecast doesn’t look disastrous, which sometimes happens. On the minus side, there are a lot of loose ends this year and I’m expecting a ton of things are going to have to happen between now and Friday. We’re trying to slightly scale back some Continue reading

Flat Tire Weather

Scattered Giro riders waiting on the first flat of the day. It’s around 10 pm on Saturday and outside it’s raining – again. I’ve been pretty lucky this week, having somehow avoided being caught in any heavy rain, but it’s been impossible to avoid riding on wet roads. Twice this week I did my morning rides on the Rain Bike, and one day I had to skip riding altogether. On Wednesday evening a few of the NOBC officers got together over at Lakeview Brew to go over some things for the upcoming 46th A Continue reading

No-Man’s Land

no-man’s-land: noun [ C usually sing ] /’no? ?manz ?land/  Disputed ground between the front lines or trenches of two opposing armies. The really old geezers from the master’s race Ten miles into Sunday’s 60 mile road race I lifted my head and looked up the road. Nothing. I looked behind me for the main pack.  Also nothing. Ahead, one of the motorefs had stopped on the shoulder. As I passed he shouted, “Two minutes to the break, two minutes to the field.”  Ahh, I thought, the very definitio Continue reading

A Little Rest

Old Man River is a little high lately. After skipping Monday’s ride, I was ready to get back to the routine Tuesday morning. The souvenir bedbug bites I’d picked up in Brookhaven were still bothering me and my right eyelid was pretty puffy from one of them, but otherwise I was good to go. That carried over to Wednesday, which was perhaps unfortunate. Wednesday morning it was windy hell, which made the WeMoRi ride harder than usual, even for me who gets there after they’ve already ridden seven m Continue reading

Bugged Out in Brookhaven

Coming over the top of the climb in my usual spot – probably the hot spot lap The weather forecast was looking pretty dismal on Friday afternoon when I hit the road for Brookhaven, MS and the resurrected Mississippi Gran Prix stage race. Just in case the 50-90% chances of rain weren’t enough disincentive, there were other complications. Candy had a conference in California, so I’d need to find someone to keep the dog alive until Monday. On the plus side, Christian had already reserved a room so Continue reading