Obligatory New Year Post

As a few of you know, my personal 2020 can probably not top the dumpsterfiredness of 2019. Although I don’t want to tempt the universe to have some otherworldly being hold its metaphysical beer whilst it takes another shot at killing me, it’s out there in the ether now. Of course 2019 in my 18″ ended the exact opposite of its start: good, and I’m absolutely certain that the trajectory will remain on the upward cycle, regardless of who holds the Beverage Of The Universe.

AS FOR YOU, my dearest reader, I genuinely hope that you have had a happy new year so far (we are on Day 2 as of this writing), and also the opportunity to make the next 363 days as good or better than the first two have been. Everyone deserves happiness to whatever extent they are willing to accept it, so live life with the intention of accepting a shit load of happiness. Trust me, it’s not the worst way to approach things.

Now, let’s talk about plans and resolutions… Certainly you have already sat down with the 2020 calendar and planned every single day of your life out? Yeah, I haven’t either, although quite a bit of it is tentatively set. What are your goals? What are the events that have you stoked to put some miles in? What gear do you hope to acquire? How may miles do you want to ride? Are you going to do some fun cross-training like hiking or running or even snowshoeing? Is this going to be your most incredible bike year ever, or are you taking a little time off the saddle? Where do you want to go camping? Want to start a blog? Think about it, write that shit down, and work towards those goals.

My personal goals are 12,000 miles in the saddle, 2020 miles on foot (preferably not walking my bike with an un-fixable flat), losing the weight I had lost in 2018 before depression binge eating stacked it back on, the Iowa Wind And Rock gravel race, Complete both the PPR (duh) and my original trek which landed me here, crossing the US. I’ll be spending as much quality time as I can with my people all over the country, and hopefully making more new friends in all these travels. My biggest goal, though, is to spread joy to all who accept it from my general direction. Yes, that means you, too.

Happy New Year to you all, let’s make the coming days some of the most adventurous and fun-filled of our lives.

Celebrating the new year on a Jan 1 hike with LT

C.O.G. 100 Gravel Grinder!

From the Cog 100 Site:

C.O.G. 100 Iowa Single Speed Gravel Championships: March 28th, Grinnell, Iowa. Registration opens on January 2nd, at 8:00am 

For those of you out there in Single Speed Land who have some free time at the end of March and feel like grinding your legs and minds into a smooth, pink ooze not unlike the the lovely ammonia-laden ground “beef” of recent US fast food fame, there is a newish event (2nd year) that is masterminded by Guitar Ted of Trans Iowa infamy.

The COG 100 is, as I see it, a return to real grass roots gravel racing, to a time before gravel ultras became as expensive as racing RAAM, and $12k “gravel” bikes adorned with buzzing robotic parts and equally buzzing buzz words in their descriptions were the norm. This is a SINGLE SPEED ONLY race over what promises to be 100 miles of classic Iowa sawtooth gravel hills. If you have ever ridden TI, you’ve had a taste of what is probably in store.

If this sounds like a good time to you, head on over to the COG 100 Site and check out the rules of engagement. Then get stoked for Jan 2, 2020, opening day of registration for this beautifully brutal event.

PPR Course Recon Day 2

I have this maybe-a-little-obvious new-found obsession with the Plateau Passage bikepacking/dirtbagging route which was cooked to perfection by the route chefs over at BikepackingRoots.org. I’ll share more about the route in later posts, as this blog has kind of turned into a bit of a fan site (laughing emoji), but today I’d like to talk a bit about the very start of the PPR.

During our PPR recon trip through Rainbow Gardens with LT yesterday, she suggested that I spend today riding downtown to find the exact spot the GPX file says is the starting point. It looked like it might be somewhere in or around McCarran International Airport, but who would start a bikepacking route in such a place?

I hopped on the Vaya (currently in LobsterPacking mode), as the Fargo is still awaiting a tire replacement from WTB (very rad customer service, btw), and there was no real off-roading planned for today’s excursion (something else in parentheses). The two of us pointed southwest in search of the tail of the purple snake, which represents the track of Segment One of the PPR on my trusty Etrex. It’s a cold day in the desert, and yeah it’s a dry cold, which is worse in a lot of ways. I press on through the hardship of 40 degree weather to the intra-city bike paths which serve as a makeshift serpentine shanty town which shelters many of our un-homed here in Las Vegas.

After being the only butthole riding around McCarran International on a bicycle for about 15 minutes, I found it. It turns out that the start of the route is actually at entrance 54 of Terminal 3. Now, I do get the point of starting here. You fly in, grab your disassembled bike, put it together outside the entrance, put your box in recycling (please), and head east towards Frenchman’s Mountain. Simple enough. But what if you are already in town, or are staying here for a day or longer before traipsing off to parts unknown? On to the next mission…

I started following the route looking for a more inviting place to drop a start pin on the map for this 2000k trek. Leaving the airport you flow through mainly back roads for the first bit to Eastern, where they pick a really bad spot to cross the road. I headed north a block and saw a 7-11 convenience store. Honestly you could go any direction one block in this city and hit a 7-11. The place is rotten with them. Immediately upon entering the parking lot I spied north yet another block and recognized the shopping center which houses a bad ass taqueria at which I had just eaten lunch YESTERDAY. SCORE.

Burrito Al Pastor…

Taqueria El Tizon #2 should be the unofficial starting point for the Plateau Passage Route. I mean, there’s a Taco Bell there too and a Cici’s Pizza, but this place has Al Pastor on a rotisserie. It’s legit. Starting here is a great idea, get some good grub, slam some Agua Fresca, and be on your merry way. If you are riding in a group, even better. I’ve always found that sitting around a table and sharing food, laughs, and stories with your riding friends a great way to begin an adventure. I’m sure a few of you reading this would agree. I hope that the folks at Bikepacking Roots will accept my humbly submitted course start change suggestion, which is solidly based on these delicious facts.

From Tizon you can simply make a right turn onto the bike lane on Tropicana and follow that all the way to the Wetlands where you begin the off road section through Rainbow Garden/Lava Butte and on to Lake Mead Ave. It’s a much simpler way to the rocky stuff, in my opinion as a newly assimilated local.

That’s it from Day 2, which turned out to be an amazing day of riding a 10.2mph pace while wandering around Las Vegas. 36 miles to the airport and back with some shenanigans and a giant burrito thrown in for good measure. Next post is Day 3, aka “The Day That Interrupted Writing About Day 2” with an impromptu road trip to Utah to scope out the PPR from Mesquite, NV to St George, UT. Stay tuned for that next…

Plateau Passage Route Recon

LT and I took the Tahoe out yesterday so we could do a little recon on the beginning of the Plateau Passage Route. Believe it or not, this is the least picturesque spot on this part of Segment 1. It’s also the nicest gravel to be found between here and Lake Mead Boulevard, where you pick up pavement for about 120km before entering the hiking trails on the north end of Valley Of Fire. I am really stoked to share this picture with you as a pre-emptive strike on your senses from what looks to become my main project for 2020, dirtbagging from Las Vegas to Durango.

Welcome To WizWords

Over the years I’ve done a lot of blogging, from food blogs to bike blogs to guest posts and contributions on business blogs to reviews, recipes, fiction, travel writing, etc. WizWords is meant to be a place to play host to all of my future personal writing, without the boundaries of genre specificity.

To this end, I will be wafting away the “new blog smell” which plagues every site fresh off the assembly line by NOT including whimsical bullshit like what I hope to achieve or what subjects will be covered here. I hate that shit, as guilty of it as I’ve been in the past. This is simply a blog. Things will be written. There might be a picture or two. It remains to be seen.

Think of WizWords as free form pseudo-art for people who get a satisfying jolt out of trying a different brand of peanut butter. If you are of the ilk who require effort to be entertained… this may be my last post you need to skate your eyeballs across. Everyone else, buckle up and prepare to go from creamy to chunky.