This is the home page of the Courage Classic, and the main photo position includes a shot taken at the Copper Mountain Center Village finish line. That's my family in the photo, cheering on a cyclist who has just finished the day's ride. The photo in that spot of the home pages changes every few seconds.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Famous!
This is the home page of the Courage Classic, and the main photo position includes a shot taken at the Copper Mountain Center Village finish line. That's my family in the photo, cheering on a cyclist who has just finished the day's ride. The photo in that spot of the home pages changes every few seconds.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
FIVE DOLLARS, 60 PEOPLE
That's my fundraising goal for 2009. sixsty individuals, each pledging just $5 toward my 6th ride in the Courage Classic.
Here's the URL to the page where you can pledge your support:
http://www.couragetours.com/2009/jeffthomas
As soon as the weather finally lets go of winter, I'll start training for the 162-mile ride.
Please join my 100 supporters, and pledge your $5 at the URL above. Thank you!
Note: I wanted to make my fundraising goal "$3, One Hundred people," but the minimum donation accepted at the web page linked above is $5.
UPDATE, 6/5: Thanks to several generous supporters, I'm one-third of the way to my goal! Now it's "Five dollars, 40 people."
Here's the URL to the page where you can pledge your support:
http://www.couragetours.com/2009/jeffthomas
As soon as the weather finally lets go of winter, I'll start training for the 162-mile ride.
Please join my 100 supporters, and pledge your $5 at the URL above. Thank you!
Note: I wanted to make my fundraising goal "$3, One Hundred people," but the minimum donation accepted at the web page linked above is $5.
UPDATE, 6/5: Thanks to several generous supporters, I'm one-third of the way to my goal! Now it's "Five dollars, 40 people."
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Why you should wear a helmet
Because if you don't, this could be your skull:
On the way to Breck, I was zipping through the woods on the bike path at a good clip, probably about 17-20 mph. Whatever the speed was, it was too fast, because when the path curved left, I was unable to turn sharply enough. My bike drifted off the right side of the path, the front wheel sunk into the soft gravel, and the bike nosed down and flipped over on its left side, throwing me to the ground.
The damage: a separated left shoulder, an acre of road rash, and one shattered helmet. The bike, amazingly, came out of it in pretty good shape.
In the midst of the blackness and disorientation of the crash, I recall the impact of the helmet on the asphalt. If not for the lid, I wouldn't be remembering anything right now.
On the way to Breck, I was zipping through the woods on the bike path at a good clip, probably about 17-20 mph. Whatever the speed was, it was too fast, because when the path curved left, I was unable to turn sharply enough. My bike drifted off the right side of the path, the front wheel sunk into the soft gravel, and the bike nosed down and flipped over on its left side, throwing me to the ground.
The damage: a separated left shoulder, an acre of road rash, and one shattered helmet. The bike, amazingly, came out of it in pretty good shape.
In the midst of the blackness and disorientation of the crash, I recall the impact of the helmet on the asphalt. If not for the lid, I wouldn't be remembering anything right now.
Sunday morning
After a 7-mile coast down the bike path from Copper to Frisco, I headed out to the Dillon Dam aid station, then doubled back to rejoin the path to Breckenridge. On the way back, the route traverses this elevated path that spans a wide wetlands area.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
We climbed 8 miles up the Vail Valley, below, just to get to the start of the 8-mile final assault on the Vail Summit:
From this point onward, the climb looked like this:
The final 5 miles of the ascent went through an icy rain, but at the top, it was relatively dry:
Born 18 years ago small enough to fit in one hand, Evan is now conquering mountain passes, thanks to the docs and nurses whose work is supported by the Childrens' Hospital Foundation. By riding in the Courage Classic, each of us is helping provide that kind of care to Colorado kids who need it.
You can help by clicking here, and clicking on my name.
From this point onward, the climb looked like this:
The final 5 miles of the ascent went through an icy rain, but at the top, it was relatively dry:
Born 18 years ago small enough to fit in one hand, Evan is now conquering mountain passes, thanks to the docs and nurses whose work is supported by the Childrens' Hospital Foundation. By riding in the Courage Classic, each of us is helping provide that kind of care to Colorado kids who need it.You can help by clicking here, and clicking on my name.
Bad News
How this happened remains a mystery:
. . . but Evan was nearly to the top of Battle Mountain when his derailleur twisted sideways and curled into his spokes. Having worked to climb to the top, he then got a sag-wagon ride down the mountain to the lunch aid station, where he could have a bike mechanic try to fix it.
For a while, it didn't look good.
The mechanic got out his biggest wrench and forcibly straightened the frame just below the dropout, where the derailleur hanger bolt screws into the frame.
Then he took the derailleur into his hands and mashed it back into rough alignment.
. . . and surprising even himself, the mechanic got Evan's bike back into riding condition.
The time spent under repair put us behind schedule. We started the long climb to the top of Vail Pass as the clouds began to build.
. . . but Evan was nearly to the top of Battle Mountain when his derailleur twisted sideways and curled into his spokes. Having worked to climb to the top, he then got a sag-wagon ride down the mountain to the lunch aid station, where he could have a bike mechanic try to fix it.
For a while, it didn't look good.
The mechanic got out his biggest wrench and forcibly straightened the frame just below the dropout, where the derailleur hanger bolt screws into the frame.
Then he took the derailleur into his hands and mashed it back into rough alignment.
. . . and surprising even himself, the mechanic got Evan's bike back into riding condition.
The time spent under repair put us behind schedule. We started the long climb to the top of Vail Pass as the clouds began to build.
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