New Friend

Just returned from today's ride. I was going up to the airport again (quickly becoming a favorite ride because it's a nice climb with mild traffic and only a couple of hairpin curves) and about halfway up I looked in my mirror and there was a rider closing in on me, fast! Now, I'm no Lance, but I've never been passed like that before. Granted, I wasn't riding for speed, but still.

Anyway, this guy rode up along side me and stayed with me for a chat. Turns out he used to ride with the Paragon Cycling Team -- one of the more highly regarded teams in the state -- based here in Telluride. He also was riding a beautiful Moots titanium bike and has a newborn son (the adrenaline from which I assume was fueling him), all of which made me feel better about getting schooled. I'm just kidding, I don't mind being passed. Not really.

As a bonus, he took me up a different road which climbs another few hundred vertical above where I had been going. It was nice because I never would have gone on that road myself, because it's technically private property. We're talking Aldasoro Ranch territory, a.k.a. where Tom Cruise lives. He told me that a little while ago a cyclist got into an argument with a home owner and now no one's allowed up there unless they're on a guest list with the HOA. It's too bad, because it's an absolutely beautiful ride and there's NO traffic. Pretty much the only place around where you've got miles of paved roads that no one drives on.

I didn't take any pictures today, it was all I could do to just keep up with this guy who had slowed significantly to talk to me and wasn't even breathing hard. Meanwhile, I'm huffing and puffing and trying not to swerve into him or off the pavement.

So here's some more photos from the Yellowstone ride. In this one, you can clearly see where my shorts are ripped from an earlier fall.

This one was taken at the campground in the park, when we finally got a fire started and I could start to dry out. I'm wearing plastic bags over my socks to keep them dry. No, it didn't work too well.

This is my erstwhile roommate, Finn. He's the one I rode with and took all the photos of me. This shot was on the way back when we were just getting back into Grand Teton National Park. That's the Grand behind him. I like to think he's giving thanks to the gods here, but he's probably just sneezing or something.



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Self Portrait

I was asked to provide a photo of myself on the bike. This is the best I could do without soliciting the help of a pedestrian. The other shot is a handlebar's view. They're both on the road heading up to the Pandora mine at the east end of town. In the handlebar photo you can see Bridal Veil Falls to the right of the middle peak. It was frozen until just a few days ago. I took some videos on my ride today as well, I think there's a way to put those up here. I'll see if I can figure it out.


Okay, I think I figured out the video thing:
This is me climbing up the hill toward the Telluride Regional Airport. Great views, I wish you could see them better in the video.


This is a panorama from just above the airport. You can see the runway, the Wilsons (aka the mountains used in the Coors label), the Telluride ski area, and assorted peaks.


And this is a short clip taken on the bike path headed back into town. That horrible screeching is just the wind, there was no car accident or any thing. This one had to be real short, because the bike path is in lousy condition and very difficult to ride on with one hand.

Chapter 1: Starts and Beginnings

Hi. My name is Matt Eisenberg. I'm originally from Larchmont, NY and I live now in Telluride, CO.

Well okay. It snowed today. A lot. All day. So I took the opportunity to stay inside and begin the process of communicating the details of my cycling project to my friends and family. First, I sent a mass email to pretty much everyone I know soliciting donations to the Lance Armstrong Foundation via my webpage, which is hosted by the LAF Grassroots program.
http://www.livestrong.org/grassroots/ridingforareason2007

And now I'm creating a blog for the first time. I'm notoriously bad at keeping up this kind of communication, so please forgive me if I don't keep updating regularly, I promise I'll make an effort. I'll try to keep you posted on how my training is going and what kind of responses I'm getting to the ride plan. That's all for now. Here's a photo of a much shorter ride I did up to Yellowstone last summer: notice the evident misery as I stand at the top of the Continental Divide after having ridden 20 miles straight uphill in a sleet storm towing a heavy trailer with crooked wheels.