20 years ago I used to love watching Juli Furtado tear up the women's XC races on ESPN. A friend of mine saw one of the clips of her climbing in Mt. Snow, Vermont. You could hear her breathing hard on that climb. He referred to her heavy breathing as "freight training".
Since I'm always pretty loud myself when I'm climbing a steep hill, I decided to give myself the username "freighttraininguphill" on cycling forums. Unfortunately, MTBR wouldn't take that many letters when I signed up, so I had to leave off the "ing" part.
Proof of how loud I am while climbing is in this video of a very steep road climb I did with a male riding partner (I'm a female cyclist). We were climbing a hill with a 25% section. He had his GoPro HD Hero on his helmet. I had my ContourHD on mine.
He tried to do the climb in too high of a gear. His cadence slowed down to nothing (I was behind him by that time, as usual), and he stalled out at 2:26. He was doing some pretty good freight training himself, btw.
From 2:26 to 2:56 you can hear me approaching-a full 30 seconds before I'm in camera view!
I believe that I first used my handle for an eBay account around Y2K, when I still lived in Burke. (I now live 15 minutes south, in St. Johnsbury. And yes, we measure distance by time here.) When I first registered for mtbr, I stuck with it, wanting to identify myself with my home trails, which were not yet so well known, but known by those in-the-know, if you know what I mean.
June Bug was our family dog. A Pekinese/Cocker Spaniel cross, she had limpid brown eyes, a slight underbite and a quizzical look that seemed to convey that she was always on the verge of understanding......something. Sweetest dog ever.
She was pregnant when we got her; as the days ticked by she got larger and larger and finally delivered one giant puppy.
June bugs are brown beetles that come out in force in late spring in the South and in East and Central Texas. It is also a term sometimes applied to precocious & adorable young children (again, Southern usage).
1. A probabalistic model describing random movement of objects along defined or undefined paths. My avatar is an example. I've used this model to simulate communication performance in mobile networks.
2. I like to hike - anytime, anywhere.
3. Once when riding up a steep fire road, I lost momentum and balance, made an abrupt 90-degree turn to the left, recovered with another one to the right and cleaned the climb. One of my buddies called out "that was random!" or something like that.
"Those skilled at the unorthodox are infinite as heaven and earth, inexhaustible as the great rivers."
— Tzun Tzu
When I started kayaking 20 years ago I learned how to get comfortable in a boat by paddling around in the slow water and swamps of NE Ohio. Still know more backwater places than most anybody in this area. Paddled in beaver ponds and drainage ditches. "Swampboy" came from a joke comment by my wife, and has stuck around.
And yes, I did move on to whitewater from swamps eventually - but no one ever called me 'rapidboy'.
Mimi was my 15 year old dog(pic) who got me hooked. She loves running with me on the trails. She died on a memorial day weekend. 1885 John Kemp Starley demonstrates the Rover safety bicycle, regarded as the first practical modern bicycle, or Karl Benz produces the Benz Patent-Motorwagen, regarded as the first automobile, pick one
My two daughters never met a critter they didn't fall in love with and want to take home. My wife and I are suckers, too. At one point or another we've had dogs, cats, birds, fish, snakes, lizards, hermit crabs, rats, mice, frogs, and probably some I've forgotten.
Hello all. First post; my username is first 2 initials and part of my last name, nothing creative.
My most recent mountain bike experience was a 2hr ride today on my new Rockhopper 29er (third ride on the bike). I went to Naylor Mill in Salisbury, Md. The blizzard didn't make it down that far and the trails were in perfect condition.
This new bike is a revelation because my previous ride was a 1998 Team Marin hardtail frame with a circa 1994 Manitou elastomer fork, it was a Frankenbike for sure. I can now do many things I could never do before with this new 29er