Finally, a rest day. All that Elvis can say about those first 10 days is WOW! 562 miles!

Some folks might look ahead on a rest day but Elvis is going to look back. Not just back on the leg-breaking first part of this year’s 50% of the Miles 100% of the Effort Tour Challenge, but way back to the day that Elvis became a real cyclist. June 14, 1985. Elvis had spent plenty of time on bikes as a kid and had even done a couple of triathlons in the early 80’s. But on June 14, 1985 Elvis ordered his first real (and real expensive) bike. A 1984 Colnago Triomphe Saronni. This bike used a frame identical in construction to the one rode by Giuseppe Saronni when he won the World Championship in 1982 - just beating a young Greg Lemond.

The bike came stock with a Campagnolo Chorus groupo, new at the time, and a pair of Ambrosia Elite wheels. Elvis ordered it sight unseen from a bike dealer in Florida who had an ad in the back pages of Bicycling Magazine. Total price: $683.00. Plus $33.00 shipping. That was a lot of smack at the time. Over $1400.00 when adjusted for inflation. Elvis was a poor young man at the time and probably had to pay a few bucks a month for years just for the privilege. But what a privilege! An honest-to-goodness Italian racing machine!

Elvis even kept the sales receipt. It’s faded and a bit hard to read, but here it is;

Over the years Elvis has tried a variety of bike brands but recently came back to Colnago. Four years ago Elvis found a used CT-2 frame (titanium) and three years ago a snappy carbon fiber C-50. Both the CT-2 and the C-50 are what Elvis uses today. Neither has ever let him down. Colnago’s are everything you have heard they are and more. The ride is smooth, true, fast and sublime.

The old 1984 Colnago has spent the last 20 years in a variety of basements, unused. Until today. Over the past few weeks Elvis spent some time cleaning, lubing and adjusting all of the original parts to get it road ready. And today he set out for a nice, easy recovery ride with his old friend. For the second time today Elvis could only say - Wow! What a ride! Elvis had forgotten just how smooth a high quality steel frame can ride. At first I forgot about the downtube shifters and would try to flick the brake levers. But when I remembered to use the downtube shift levers my brain remembered thousands of shifts from all of those years of riding 20 years ago and shifting was just as smooth as the new Dura Ace stuff; not one flubbed gear change.

It was as fine a summer evening as you could ask for; warm, golden light, light breeze. And riding along on some of the same roads that I broke this bike in on all of those years ago had Elvis feeling downright young again. And nothing, nothing beats looking down at a shiny chrome fork. Sweet!

Elvis will be doing a full review of this bike in the coming weeks. Maybe even a comparison of the 1984 Colnago to the 2005 version. In the meantime enjoy this quick peek;

1984 Colnago. A true Italian stallion.

Mileage goal for today: 0. Miles ridden: 17.

Another mountain Stage at the real Tour meant another ride in and around Holy Hill for the Tour Challenge.

Today’s nemesis; the church atop Holy Hill

Elvis took the aptly named Hillside Road south from his castle and Darin took it north from his. We would meet somewhere and then head west for more hills.

A sign of things to come

Up and down. Up and down. We decided that it would be a good idea to not only ride up Holy Hill, but to ride all of the way up to the back of the church where real, honest-to-goodness holy water springs from a cistern atop a hellacious little climb. People actually come from miles and miles to fill bottles full of this water in the hope that it can perform a miracle of some fashion. Elvis is dubious and is further turned off by the little signs asking for a donation in exchange for taking water. The signs lead to a moral issue; if the water is truly miraculous then a donation shouldn’t matter. Then again, what if I don’t make a donation? Will the gods extract revenge? And how much should the donation be? A couple of bucks to in exchange for getting a date with the cute chick at the end of the bar? A thousand dollars to get my ailing grandmother out of her wheelchair? Unfortunately, they don’t teach you this stuff in school - you are on your own. And here’s a tip for the managers of the holy water. Put some in a bottle, take it to the bank. You don’t need my measly donation. Use your head!

There is also a “shrine” of St. Mary at the top of the hill. But when Darin parked his new (and free) bicycle under her Elvis became confused.

Which is the real shrine? Porcelain statue or shiny new (free) bike?

Many hot and hilly miles later Elvis’ Garmin 305 bike computer spit out this profile;

Sweet mother of Mary! That’s a hilly ride!

Today’s Mileage Goal: 49. Miles Ridden: 50. Over 1 mile of vertical climbing.

Elvis thought that yesterday was windy. Elvis was correct, of course, but today was WINDY! 25 - 35 mph of steady and relentless wind. Cycling buddies Mike and Russ were brave enough to gird their loins for today’s Stage.

It was so windy that there were numerous occasions when the three of us almost got tangled up into a carbon fiber mess when the wind would gust to some unimaginable level and suddenly push us into each other. Heading west we had to keep our heads down as far as we could. Heading north we had to lean into the wind. It’s a strange thing to be riding and leaning to the left. And it doesn’t help the saddle sores since it put’s enormous pressure on one side of your, um, arse. Saddle sore update: the chamois creme seems to be helping and the sores are not what they used to be (but don’t tell Mrs. Kennedy - she still thinks Elvis should sleep in the nude to avoid further irritation).

The real Tour has been a bit sleepy so far. Other than 10 seconds of excitement during the sprint at the end of each Stage it’s been uneventful. Elvis is still waiting for more hammers to fall due to drug usage. It is Elvis’ firm belief, based upon observations and a keen sense of the human condition, that most pro riders are on the juice to one degree or another. Elvis even has a ratio to estimate how many riders in a given race are using drugs. The Elvis Ratio. The Elvis Ratio states that for every rider who is caught using drugs in a multi-day race, there are 59 other riders using drugs. The ratio was determined by taking the following into account; the randomness of drug testing, only the winners/leaders get tested each day, the abilities of teams/riders to beat the system (some are good at cheating, some suck at it) and the fact that as more riders are use dope, more need to just to stay even. As of today, one rider has been caught which means that at least 59 others in the Tour are doping. We’ll see how many we end up with.

Speaking of cheating think about this; last year Alexandre Vinokourov was only caught doping because someone on his team made an idiotic mistake - the person gave Vino’s blood to one rider and that other rider’s blood to Vino. Testing caught this. This just shows you how stupid teams and riders can be. You would think that it would be all but impossible to make such a serious mistake. Under some conditions this could have killed both riders. That aside, had this mistake not been made Vino would NOT have been caught blood doping. Get that? He would NOT have been caught. Which means that the drug testing system does NOT work to the degree that we would like to think that it does. Teams and riders know this. Elvis thinks that the temptation is too great; blood doping works by making you stronger and faster, and done correctly, you won’t get caught.

And here is a tip for all of you pro teams and riders out there; don’t complicate the method in which you try to identify all of those bags of doped blood in your coolers. Two years ago in the drug ring known as Operation Puerto the doctors were putting things like “JU” on bags which didn’t take an Inspector Clouseau to figure out meant “Jan Ullrich”. Elvis is guessing that teams are now using somewhat random ID’s like “67382”. This kind of over-complication is probably what lead to Vino getting a bag of his teammate’s blood. Instead of having a fancy system to make the name or number on the bag non-traceable to a particular rider Elvis proposes this simple yet foolproof system; ID the the riders thusly; Lance1, Lance2, Lance3 and so on. Each team has nine riders in the Tour so you would have bags going from Lance1 to Lance9. Each rider knows his number and he can check the bag before getting the transfusion. Simple and foolproof. And free to those teams and riders smart enough to read the Elvis Kennedy blog each day.


Today’s Mileage Goal: 71 Miles Ridden: 57. Elvis is still has 19 in the bank.

Windy again today. Long miles again today. But it was a good day because Elvis had three, count ‘em, three cycling buddies to ride with. Mike, The Boss and Darin. Darin had family business way up north and decided to ride his bike instead of driving a car in a gallant effort to save the world. Mike, The Boss and I decided to escort Darin on part of his trip. It was fun saving the world and sticking it to the Saudis all at the same time.

We once again rode north which took us through the town of Cheeseville. A couple of readers have questioned the existence of a place in Wisconsin called Cheeseville. The name is almost too good to be true. Why anyone would doubt Elvis I surely don’t know but here is a picture of part of a dairy farm slap-bang in the middle of Cheeseville;

Cheeseville - It’s real

This northerly route also took us up and over the top of the monster climb referred to as The Wall. Elvis has done a good job over the past year avoiding The Wall and suddenly he’s climbed it twice in the same week. And during the Tour Challenge too. There will be heck to pay.

Today’s Mileage Goal: 54. Miles ridden: 61.

Elvis finally got a bit of sleep last night - about 4 hours. Still, it’s better than the past few nights and we can hope it’s a sign of better things to come.

Although I’m dead tired almost all day long I do put in special efforts to eat and drink. Past Tour Challenges have taught me that slacking in the calorie department can have serious repercussions on the road. I might be taking on a few too many calories since I weigh 3 pounds more than when this stared, although it’s down 2 pounds from the peak at Stage 4.

With legs still heavy from the last two days (134 miles) and no cycling buddies available to ride with I was not looking forward to today’s Stage. More rain this morning mixed with the hot July sun in the afternoon was turning this part of the world into a sauna. If the winds are out of the east it can be significantly cooler near Lake Michigan, so with that thought in mind I headed east with plans to ride south along the lake into Milwaukee for some urban cycling. The temperature dropped about one degree per mile and by the time I hit Lake Shore Drive it was a pleasant 63 degrees. The coolness of the wind offered much needed relief to my legs and lungs. The more I rode the better I felt. The only downside was the heavy smell that was coming onshore with the cool breeze: dead fish. Really dead. Really unpleasant.

Be glad that you can’t smell it

With traffic lights every few miles and pretty girls running along the adjacent path it was a nice ride into the city. It was also nice heading back north with a slight tailwind. Just as I cruised out of the city limits I passed a group of 3 cyclists. We exchanged pleasantries and then I overheard one of them say, “He can be our carrot today”. I knew what he meant - they would let me get some distance ahead and then chase me down. As I rolled along this began to bother me, I hate being passed when riding a bike. After a few minutes I looked back to see them about a quarter mile behind and closing fast. Why there is an inherent competitive gene in every cyclist I don’t know. My legs were fried, I was tired and I still have more than two weeks left in the Tour Challenge. Did that suppress the competitive gene? No way! I knew I shouldn’t but I put my head down, clicked up to the big ring and began to increase my speed until I got into a groove at 25 mph. As difficult as it was it felt kind of good to be moving fast. On every hill and on the headwind sections I put in a little extra effort knowing that I was causing pain in the group behind. After five miles of this they were losing ground. At ten miles there were gone. And I was completely toasted. Not only for the remaining ten miles home - but for the rest of the night. And for what? They didn’t catch me. It was worth all of the pain.

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I suppose you’ve heard about the latest doping scandal at the Tour de France? Read about it HERE. It sounds like there might be a few more cyclists getting busted soon since a number of them have “suspicious” readings as a result of blood tests. Does this surprise anyone? It shouldn’t. Elvis has maintained for years now that almost every athlete near the top of almost every sport is probably doping in some fashion or another. The free gains to be had by taking a little bit of this and a little bit of that are truly remarkable. And even if a certain athlete would prefer to remain clean he understands that his competitors are probably taking dope and that he will need to just to stay even. Even athletes in the paralympics succumb to the siren song of dope (read HERE).

What Elvis finds interesting about the latest cyclist caught doping is the relationship to Lance Armstrong. Yes, the guy so many people idolize for any number of reasons. Elvis does not like Lance because Elvis thinks that Lance only cares about Lance. Name one thing that Lance has done for the sport of cycling since he retired from racing? You can’t. Elvis believes that Lance owes much to cycling because he gained so much from the sport. He needs to give back. Take Bernard Hinault as an example. The man known as The Badger appreciates what the Tour meant to his life and what it means to others. He is on the podium every day helping the Stage winner don the yellow jersey. Could you see Lance lowering himself by standing behind another rider and buttoning up the back of that riders jersey? No way. Or how about this; just the other day some protester jumped onto the podium to complain about some socialist thing or another and what did The Badger do? He kicked the sorry arse of the protester off of the podium. Literally. Take a look at this picture of The Badger kicking arse;

The Badger - doing what he does best; kicking arse

Could any of us ever imagine Lance doing such a thing? Not a chance. Lance would have had his “people” whisk him off of the podium because Lance would have assumed that the protester was there because of Lance. In Lance’s head the whole world revolves around him. Every thing happens as a result of Lance. Read HERE how he states that the entire Astana cycling team was excluded from this year’s Tour for one simple reason; Lance. Not because of Astana’s history of fielding whole stables of dopers. Not because Astana has embarrassed the sport in general and the Tour in particular. Not because Astana has a history of standing behind it’s dopers. Not because Astana is backed and funded by the Kazakhstan government which has repeatedly turned a blind eye to doping in sport. No, the Tour excluded the team because it’s new manager once worked with Lance. Right.

Back to the latest doper and Lance. Manuel Beltran worked for Lance in 2003, 2004 and 2005 by pulling Lance up many of the toughest climbs in the Tour. Just had other riders like Floyd Landis, Tyler Hamilton and Roberto Heras. And what do those guys have in common with Beltran? Well, in addition to being Lance’s teammates they’ve all been busted as dopers and cheaters. Which leaves us with this to think about; almost every key cyclist that Lance has ridden with or against has been busted as a doper and a cheater. Is it reasonable to think that Lance was the only clean guy in the peloton? Is it reasonable to think that a clean Lance was still able to crush all of those other world class athletes who were aided by dope? I’m just sayin’.

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Today’s Mileage Goal: 50. Miles ridden: 60. Elvis now has 25 miles in the bank.

Tags: tour de france, Lance Armstrong, doping

Didn’t sleep a wink last night. Too tired to sleep. Legs hurt. Neck hurts. Back hurts. Feet hurt. Shoulders hurt. Butt hurts. Seems as if the mileage I’m pouring on is overwhelming Elvis’ old, out-of-shape body. But the Tour rolls on. It took every ounce of energy just to walk out to the garage to pump up the tires. This was not going to be a good day.

The body screams for rest. The mind screams for help. Swing a leg over the top tube. A gentle push forward. Slowly clip in. Start pedaling. Keep pedaling. It was a long, lonely and mindless ride today. I’ve not much to tell you other than when I looked up I saw a lot if this;

And I felt a lot like this;

I must, MUST find a way to get some sleep.

Only one good thing happened all day, and this was big - I saw a monster storm coming up behind me as I neared the end of the death march. I was able to muster just enough energy to get home and into the garage about one minute before the storm hit. Winds of 50 mph, sheets of rain, bolts of lightning and millions of pellet-sized hail. It would have been the end of Elvis had he been caught out on the road in this one. Here is what it looked like out the front door just as it started;

The tree on the right is bent to the right by winds, the tree on the left it bent to the left by winds. All of the little white dots are hailstones. Yikes!

Today’s mileage goal: 61. Miles ridden: 60.

Mommie! That’s what Elvis and his legs were crying for most of the ride today. 74 leg-breaking miles. The longest Stage of the Tour Challenge. Darn glad it’s over. Thank goodness Mike and The Boss were kind enough to join in for today’s activities. The wind was howling out of the northwest but good cycling buddies don’t let that deter them from helping out. Although they might think twice next time!

After meeting up we headed north and west to get the headwind sections over with. This took us through Newburg, Cheeseville, Fillmore and Beechwood. Curiously, a big Budweiser truck was sitting in Beechwood. I wonder if they drop their beer off for aging (Beechwood Aging?). This route also took us up and over a little section of road Elvis likes to call The Wall. The Wall is a terrible climb and the worst part is that you can see it looming miles ahead. It’s intimidating before you even get close. Hard on a normal day - brutal with a 25 mph headwind roaring over the top.

The Boss and Mike staring down The Wall

By the time we hit the turnaround point we were wasted. 37 miles grinding into the wind. Sure, 37 miles of mostly tailwind was nice but with the energy already sucked out of our legs it was hard to enjoy much of it.

Elvis sure appreciates the efforts put in by Mike and The Boss. They did it because they love cycling and, I suspect, they love Elvis too. In that manly, don’t touch me kind of way. The feeling is mutual fellas. I could not have done today’s Stage without you.

Here is a typical Wisconsin scene that we passed today - tavern on the corner, silo in the background. And the slightly too clever name for the establishment.

Say it out loud for the full effect, “Where the Fahgowee?” Good question.

Here is something interesting; Zipp has a new disc wheel; the Sub9 Tubular Disc. It’s a full carbon, full disc, dimpled, lightweight time trial wheel. But that’s not the interesting part. The claim that Zipp makes about it is interesting. According to Zipp, they were able to, “create the first wheel ever to show negative drag in a wind tunnel”. Get that? Negative drag. This would mean that by standing this wheel up on a flat road on a windless day it would start rolling forward on it’s own, like it was rolling downhill. This is not a breakthrough in cycling, this is a breakthrough in physics. They claim a -80g drag reading. Not that any of their potential customers have any idea what -80g of drag means specifically, but generally it would mean that this wheel would suck it’s rider forward. Better still, the more it rolled forward the faster the negative drag would suck you along. Put two of these on your bike and in a few minutes you would be setting new land speed records without ever turning a crank. How cool is that?

A guy could even use one as a generator for free electricity. Talk about going green. Imagine thousands of these churning out endless amounts of renewable energy. Somebody tell Al Gore about this. The horror of global warning is over!

Then the fine print; “At 15 degrees of yaw” this wheel showed the negative drag. 15 degrees of yaw means that the wheel is not rolling straight ahead, but is instead pointed 15 degrees to the left or right of the direction of travel. Elvis doesn’t think that this would work too well. Which begs two questions; 1) Why would you test a wheel under circumstances that do not exist anywhere but in a wind tunnel?, and 2) Why make a “negative drag” claim that in a real world setting is meaningless and non-existent? Elvis could not find anywhere on Zipp’s website the drag readings for this wheel when pointed straight ahead - the manner in which Elvis is likely to use such a wheel. I guess Zipp believes the old adage that a fool is born every minute. That probably tells us something about Zipp as a company.

Be sure to chain it down for storage or it will roll away

Today’s mileage goal: 72. Miles ridden: 74.

The saddle sores flared up last night and now I’m faced with trying to manage the sores at the same time I’m logging big miles. This will be interesting. The lovely Mrs. Kennedy recommended that I sleep in the nude. For medicinal purposes, of course. So that my jammies don’t rub or chafe the tender bits. She’s so thoughtful!

Fortunately, today’s ride called for only 9 miles. I took this opportunity to ride to the closest LBS (local bike shop). Elvis is an infrequent visitor to local bike shops because he generally finds that the staff is less knowledgeable about stuff than Elvis is, they almost never have the desired item in stock and most importantly, Elvis can rarely find a good deal. And often finds a rip-off. The last time Elvis went to this particular shop was two years ago during the Tour Challenge when a chain broke. I like to keep a spare on hand but didn’t have one that day. After calling around to see who had a Dura-Ace chain in stock this place was the only shop that did. Elvis thinks that a Dura-Ace chain should be standard stock for any legitimate bike shop. Elvis gets to the shop only to find that the chain was priced above list price. Elvis spoke with the owner and suggested that perhaps it was a mistake. The owner looked at Elvis and said, and I’m not making this up, “The price is as marked. Do you want it or not because I’m busy here”. In that instance Elvis had no choice but to bend over - but Elvis remembers these things and hasn’t visited that shop since.

No comes the saddle sores and $4.00 per gallon gas. So off I went on my ride to the shop to see about some chamois creme. The staff was friendly and they had tubs of Udderly Smooth chamois creme. I paid their price and rode home. Then I did 20 seconds of checking online to find that I got bent over again. I paid $8.99 (plus tax) for an 8 ounce tub. Drugstore.com has it for $4.69 (see HERE). Ebay vendors sell it for $4.49, and the list price is $6.50 (see HERE). There is simply no reason for a bike shop to sell a product at a 40% premium over list price. Imagine what a Colnago C-50 would cost at a place like that! Of course they don’t carry Colnago bikes, just Trek brands like just about every other shop in a hundred mile radius. Sheesh!

I often hear LBS owners crying over the loss of sales to on-line vendors. Well cry me a river. If the local bike shop hasn’t figured out how to compete in the new market and they continue to charge rip-off prices they have no business being in business - and good riddance to them. This is why Elvis spends most of his cycling dollars at places like Performancebike.com. There’s always a 10% coupon available, there is no tax to pay, shipping prices are fair and stuff arrives in 3 days. That, my dear readers, is how the new market works.

The only redeeming factor is nearby coffee and wine

I took the scenic route home only to find that the scenic road had taken a severe beating during the endless winter we had. Not only was it rough on the saddle sores but I think I might have lost a dental filing along the way. The sign below echoes my sentiments. And no, Elvis was not responsible for the vandalism.

The other LBS is pounds. Weight. Every year I expect to lose some weight during the Tour Challenge. And every year I am wrong. I figure that it should be all but impossible to keep up with the caloric expenditure. At Saturday morning’s weigh-in Elvis was 164 lbs. Today I had ballooned to 166. At this rate I might end up looking like that other Elvis that you may have heard about. Just another fat slob choking to death on a fried banana and peanut butter sandwich.

And why is the abbreviation for pounds “lbs.”? Turns out it comes from the Latin (go figure) for libra pondo, meaning scales of weight measuring one pound. The libra for the constellation Libra which looks like a scale. I just knew that you would find that information riveting.

Oh, boy! When I start writing paragraphs like that last one it can only mean one thing; I’m over tired and should head straight to bed. And why not? Mrs. Kennedy wants me there - and in the nude! That’s reason enough for this Elvis!

Mileage goal: 9. Miles ridden: 17. A few more in the bank.

That cool picture of Port Washington (above) was taken after Elvis rode the torturous climb up the bluffs overlooking the port city. As today’s Stage was a solo ride by Elvis he can say, in pirate, “I hammered me bike to the top all by me onesy. Arrrrgh!”

Arrrrgh is right - 66 solo miles really took it’s toll today. Thunderstorms in the morning had Elvis very concerned about getting a big ride in safely, and with no further damage to his naughty parts since the saddle sores are still hanging around. As soon as the rain stopped I hopped on the bike to see how many miles I could log before the next storm rolled through. These last minute departures mean riding solo since most of Elvis’ potential riding partners aren’t typically waiting around for the hot phone to ring with Elvis on the line demanding, “Are you ridin’ or are you hidin’?”.

As the storms dissipated the wind and humidity began to rise. The ride went north through Jackson, Cheeseville and skirting West Bend. A turn east on a specific road ran through Random Lake. Continuing east until the road ended at Lake Michigan and then south through Belgium, Port Washington, Grafton and eventually, home. The wind, humidity and heat sucked all of the energy. By the time I rolled back into the garage I was dog meat dead. Thank goodness tomorrow’s Stage is a short one.

Take a close look at this sign (below) that was noted during the ride. What do you suppose is meant by, “Odds & Ends”? Since Wisconsin is home to both Jeffrey Dahmer and Ed Gein, I wonder. And that “Live Bait” business doesn’t make me feel any better about it either. The phone number is listed on the sign for those of you curious enough but if you choose to call, Elvis would recommend blocking your caller ID, you know, just in case.

Long solo rides can become mindless slogs. Elvis has been known to say, “90% of cycling is psychological, the other half is in your head”. Elvis fights this by using technology. And the perfect gadget for this in an Apple iPhone. I know, lots of Mac haters out there want to poo poo this thing but let me explain why it’s a perfect companion to a cyclist;

1) It’’s an iPod. I don’t recommend listening to music while cycling. This requires that you wear some sort of device in or on both ears. This in turn removes you audibly from your environment. You will not hear danger approaching. What Elvis does is listen to spoken word programs; podcasts, books on tape, The Elvis Kennedy Podcast. This way you can have something in or on your right ear, leaving your left ear clear for the sounds of danger. This is a great way to catch up with the news or read that book you heard about. Elvis once listened to an Earnest Hemingway book on tape - that guy was good!

2) It’s a phone. Big miles require big blocks of time. As astounding as this sounds, the world does not wait while Elvis rides. During short stops for water and food Elvis can check his voice-mails and text messages. He can also make calls or respond to text messages. This keeps Elvis in the loop and more importantly, gives others the illusion that Elvis is sitting at his desk. It’s also handy if you get separated from your riding buddies or if you need to call for assistance.

3) It’s a computer. Sending and receiving emails is simple and another great way to give that illusion of being in the office. Today, Elvis used the internet feature to track rain and storms by viewing a real-time weather radar. You can even get lives updates of the Tour de France!

4) It’s a camera. Not a high quality camera but nice to have in a pinch.

5) It has GPS-like functionality that uses cellular phone towers to triangulate your position. Elvis has used it and it’s pretty accurate - to within about 100 feet. Good enough if you’ve lost your way. And it will give you turn-by-turn directions to the nearest Starbucks or other source of caffeine.

6) It’s small, thin and lightweight. Slides into and out of a jersey pocket easily.

And finally, it can be used to keep the dear readers of the Elvis Kennedy blog updated - LIVE! That’s right folks, Elvis Kennedy is announcing that as of today, followers of Elvis’ Tour Challenge can get live updates during the Stage rides. LIVE UPDATES! See photos of the Stages HERE (http://gallery.mac.com/elviskennedy#100131), and messages HERE (http://twitter.com/elviskennedy).

What’s really cool is that you can subscribe to both feeds and each time Elvis sends a live photo or text message you will be notified (via email or text message). On the photo site simply click on the “Subscribe” button. On the text site you’ll need to get an account (free) for the live updates. Or you can simply bookmark both pages and check-in periodically. Wow! The things that Elvis does for his dear readers!

With all of that - Elvis is tired. Time for bed. Good night.

Mileage Goal: 65. Miles ridden: 66.

I enjoy watching the Tour on the Versus Network but it’s annoying that they run the same handful of commercials over and over. This year there’s an ad for some financial business in which a guy is chasing someone who has “stolen his identity”. Elvis has always thought that this ‘identity theft’ business is silly. It’s become so silly in fact, that our own government states HERE that, “as many as 9 million Americans have their identities stolen each year”. Really? Nine million people out there who are no longer who they once were? Silly. If someone takes your credit cards that’s credit card theft. No one can steal your identity. But Elvis likes to imagine what life would be like if it could happen; “Hey boss, did that guy who stole my identity come in for work today”? When the mortgage banker calls you just inform him that you are no longer you so the banker will need to look elsewhere for the payment. Those felonies? Gone. Pesky ex-girlfriends? Gone. Weird family? Gone. Talk about freedom! Which makes Elvis think - that guy in the commercial who is chasing the thief; why? For heaven’s sake let him go. You’ve got a brand new lease on life my friend.

But back to the matter at hand; today’s ride called for 51 miles, so I called for help from Darin and Mike. They stepped up to the plate in a big way by meeting Elvis early and pulling him around the countryside. North out of Germantown we headed to Saukville and Lake Michigan. A more spectacular day we could not have had. Once again it was beautiful, clear blue skies, light wind and mild temperatures. Light traffic and not too many other cyclists to get in our way. The only thing that slowed us down was a many mile long freight train which caused a minor traffic jam (see photo, below).

Since this is Elvis’ fourth go ‘round with this Tour Challenge thing you’d think he would have learned a thing or two. But yesterday I made two big mistakes; I didn’t drink enough on the bike and I didn’t shower immediately after the ride. The first caused a headache that I couldn’t shake and the second has caused what could be the genesis of a saddle sore. Stupid!

I guess I fell victim to complacency. We all know the need to keep hydrated when exercising. My usual rule is to hyper-hydrate to avoid this issue - drinking water until my pee is clear. In fact, I once developed a guide so that you can easily tell if you’ve been drinking enough simply by looking at the color of your pee. For your convenience I reproduce it here;

As for the saddle sore, I’ll start by cleaning the suspect areas with antibacterial soap multiple times per day and I’ll also start using a saddle cream during rides. Let’s hope that does the trick or it’s going to be a very long 3 weeks!

Mileage goal for today: 51. Miles ridden: 55. That puts another 4 miles in the bank. Check the “Tour Mileage Chart” tab at left and you’ll see that this Tour thing is already 10% over. I’m not sure if I should be happy or sad. Then again, maybe someone else has become Elvis Kennedy via that identity theft thing and it’s not my problem anymore.