Boathouse Bike Ride

Boating has been a part of Forest Park since its inception, in 1876, and the Boathouse has been a landmark in the park for as long as we have lived in Saint Louis. Located on Post-Dispatch Lake*, boat rentals can be taken as far east as the Grand Basin, a landmark from the 1904 World’s Fair. Local ordinance makes it illegal to float your own boat in the park, giving the Boathouse a monopoly. Available rentals include row boats, canoes and pedal boats. Anne and I have always thought that the Boathouse would make for a great happy hour spot for Team Kaldis. It offers the unique opportunity for a pedal boat race, to raise funds for the MS-150. I can just see the team’s big dogs competing against each other, pedaling across the lake. The pedal boats are tandems, so all of the team’s tandem riders could strut their stuff too.

Boathouse Ducks

Those dreams are for next summer, because pedal boating today would also involve ice breaker duty. We always seem to visit the Boathouse in the winter. It is its off-season and is much less crowded. We got a table today, without any waiting, try doing that in the summer. Anne and I split the salmon BLT and a bowl of their white bean chicken chili. The chili came in a humongous bowl, fortunately it was like the Platte River, a mile wide, and only an inch deep. Post-Dispatch Lake is like that too. Still, I recommend the cup size. The salmon BLT came with slaw, it always has, but in the past it was bleu cheese cole slaw, not the plebian fare we were offered today. I also had a pint of the in situ Schlafly Boathouse Ale. After completing this repast, we had to swing our legs over our bikes and complete our 15 miles.

White Bean Chicken Chili

15 miles, I can hear some of you harrumphing. I have not yet checked Facebook, but I’m sure that that tally board is clicking. This was the first really good bike day, after our “major winter storm”, and we saw lots of other riders out today. We have a multitude of bike friends, a full spectrum of the genre. How should I address you as a whole?

Individually, I know how to speak with you. I can lump you into the category of either a qualitative bicyclists or quantitative bicyclists. With the former, I just converse normally. There is no fear in this conversation. With the latter, I never speak in numbers. Instead, I emphasize the esthetics of the ride, how warm or cold it was, or maybe an interesting story. My “interesting” story usually bores this type to tears, but not always. This week, I conversed with a member of the quantitative tribe, who just so happened to have just gotten back on the bike after surgery. His first shot out the gate was for way more miles than I am doing now, but somehow we got on the subject of Anne’s and mine great adventure. Step into the way back machine folks, way back to ’82. I waxed eloquently for five minutes and he seemed truly impressed. I’ll take that and be happy.

* Post-Dispatch Lake is named after the newspaper by the same name, which was once the flagship of the Pulitzer’s newspaper empire. A financial panic in 1893 led to the expansion of the lake and provided work for the Saint Louis unemployed. In 1894, the Post-Dispatch conducted a campaign to raise money for the expansion. Six thousand men registered to work on this project.

O’ Captain, My Captain!

Don, Captain of Team Kaldi’s, called today. How about a bike ride? Sure! He rode over to the house and we both departed towards the Park. Anne, still under the weather, was left to her bike widowhood. We met Marty, another Kaldi’s team member at the Forsyth entrance to the Park and rode with him to the Science Center. Stew and Nancy passed us going the other way, and turned around to say hello. Don and I wended our way back through the Park and stopped at the DeMun Kaldi’s for a little something. I followed him back out Clayton Road to Geyer, before I turned back towards home. All this while, a running dialogue ensued. We tried to solve all of the problems of the world, but decided in the end that if we did that there would be a lot people put out of work. So we left things as they were, sorry world. I took Litzinger Road home, which had even less traffic than Clayton, on a Sunday afternoon. In the end, I got 23 miles to Don’s 40ish.

That was some ballgame last night. I’m speaking of the Card’s game, but I could just as easily be speaking of Michigan State’s Hail Mary ending football victory over the vaunted #3, Wii Badgers. The Cardinals in general and Albert Pujols in particular rocked Arlington, Texas last night, to the tune of 16-7. Saint Louis is just giddy with itself today. History tells us that most teams that find themselves up 2-1 go on to win the World Series. The road team is 21-7 in the last 28 Series when it has broken the tie. This may sound like heresy, but I don’t want the Redbirds to sweep the Rangers in Texas. I want them to come back to Saint Louis to clinch the title. Fox does too. We saw one of their blimps practicing downtown today, while in the Park. It would be nice to see the Cardinals win tonight. After all, the Rams are playing their part as the sacrificial lambs. But like almost every inning played so far, the Cards get out to a lead and the Rangers come right back. I wouldn’t be surprised if tonight’s game reflects this give-and-take and the Rangers tie it up again. Still, go Cards!

Team Kaldis Friends

I’ve not much to say today, so let’s let these pictures to all of the talking instead. I’ve collected a few photographs here of some of our Team Kaldis friends, from this year’s MS-150 bicycle ride.

The Century Route

One of the controversies that erupted this last weekend, between me and my riding/life partner, revolved around Saturday’s century option. On Saturday, Anne rode the 75 mile route of this year’s MS-150 bike ride and I rode much of that route with her. At about mile 20, I peeled off and took the extra loop that comprised Saturday’s century option. In a perfect world, this extra loop would have run another 25 miles, but this is the real world, so things don’t always work out that neatly. Sometimes a century route is a few miles over a hundred and sometimes it is a few miles under. When you ride a century you just have to realize that your mileage may vary. Saturday’s was a few miles under, so by the end of the day, I ended up with only 95 miles instead of the proscribed 100 miles. I’ve written this post not to defend my fragile ego, but because this is the first century that I have ridden in many years. Circular logic works, because circular logic works.

Frankly, I was a little relieved, having caught this modicum of slack. I was also surprised that I caught up with Anne as quickly as I did. Maybe it was this mutual sense of surprise that helped to spark the subsequent controversy. Riding together again, we exchanged news of what we had seen and done on our solo sojourns. It was at this point that the supposed mileage discrepancy first became an issue. Somewhat defensively, I took the tack that I rode the century route, thereby transferring the onus onto the MS Society, whose route it was. I subsequently learned that the MS Society had their bases covered, because while Saturday’s century route was only 95 miles, Sunday’s was 105 miles. You see how these things sort themselves out?

As the remaining miles clicked away a certain repartee developed between Anne and I. She continued to contend that I had not ridden a full century and I continued to contend that I had ridden the century route. I took exception when she chose to characterize my ride as century like, or worse, century lite. I tried to use the comparative analogy of fruit juice and fruit drink. Fruit juice is made from 100% fruit, while a fruit drink comprises only some subset of its content from real fruit, like 95%. I don’t think that my analogy really worked and it definitely didn’t help my case. Switching to grades, I pointed out that a 95% is an A just like 100%, while 75% is only a C. Anne pointed out that 100% is actually an A+. At this point, I decided to cut my losses and return to my century route argument. This whole, so-called, controversy was really just a tempest in a teapot, and it did help us pass, actually quite congenially, those last few miles. In retrospect, the whole question is rather moot, since we both all too willingly bailed, on Sunday to the short, 41 mile route. Plus by splitting up, Anne got to ride at her pace, without all my usually chivying and chafing, and I got a chance to cut loose. I call this a win-win situation.  

MS-150 Roundup

Anne is running the electric car east, towards Saint Louis, while I write this post via iPhone. We’ve just completed another MS-150, together. First off, we would both like to thank all of our sponsors, without whose help; our efforts would be in vain. Speaking of efforts, donors, I think that you got your money’s worth. I argue this, before I’ve presented the facts of the case, but that’s just me.

The MS-150 bike ride is supposed to be a 150 mile bike ride over two days. In past years, they would go from point A to point B and then back again. Occasionally though, the remnants of a hurricane would sweep in, typically on a Saturday night and leave 2000+ riders stranded 75 miles from their cars, with a day long driving rain in between. These events, while not prevalent, were also too common to ignore. The MS Society decided to move their ride to Columbia, site of MO’s U of M. In Columbia they adopted an out and back approach, so you were never too far from your car. Anne started joining me on these rides and the years continued to roll by. I’ve done the MS-150 at least a dozen times and Anne has done at least a half a dozen times.

I started off riding by myself. I also rode once with Bob, but since then I’ve always ridden on a team. I started with Team TWA, because some of my CDC friends were already on it. This led to piña colada night, which attracted women throughout the motel, but by the time that the lights went out, I was left in a room with two queens and three other guys. The next year I bolted to the Boeing team, but the year after that Don formed Team Kaldis and the rest is history. Anne joined the team, because A) she was tired of being a bike widow, B) she saw what nice people were on the team and what great parties that they threw, C) or that she still wonders about that piña colada night, D) all of the above.

Let’s get back to the present now. Today, Anne and I rode 41 miles. That puts our weekend mileages at 116 and 136 respectively. Not quite 150 miles, but still pretty respectable. Thank you, Donors!