|Steve's photo of us in our unauthorized jerseys|
After finishing the Devil Mountain Double my riding partner Dan bought their DMD ride jersey. Now, bearing in mind how wonderful the Quacks are, and that I'm a regular grumblebutt when it come to jerseys, let me just put this on the table: It's one of the worst jerseys I've ever seen. I hate the colors, and the graphic of the cyclist whipping the devil is in questionable taste. I may be overly sensitive to type, but typography on this jersey makes me weep. To top if off there's an exclamation point — do I need that to make a point that's it's 200 miles? — and even a misspelling. Ironically our friend Veronica had one she didn't want, and gracefully donated it to me. I didn't mind wearing it too much because I couldn't see it when I had it on. But I sure didn't like having to see it when I rode with Dan. Yet he kept wearing it, I guess because the ride is such an accomplishment that a little jersey-based bragging is entirely appropriate.
Because I didn't like looking at the jersey, and because Dan acted as my personal domestique to get me through the DMD, I thought I'd concoct a jersey I liked (because it is, after all, all about me) and present it him as a reward for his faithful service. It would be a thank you, and a way to save my delicate eyeballs.
|Official jersey on left, my unauthorized version on right|
- Campbell Coaching for Cyclists — For my wife Tricia
- Julie's Jewels, refining diamonds in the rough for over 15 years — For Dan's wife julie
- Michael Aerospace, rocket science for the home — Dan's son, Michael
- Erin & Erin Cupcake Factory, We both have daughters named Erin
- Oldstrong Racing, Dan's Bikeforum name is Lance Oldstrong
- Dancing Bear Productions, because I always say "It's not how well the bear dances, but that the bear dances at all"
- Corlew and Butler International, because we are worldwide
|Logos a plenty|
|Detail of design for back|
After I surprised Dan with his jersey, he suggested a 37 mile shakedown ride with 4800 feet of climbing with Steve that he calls "Pigs, 6 Bears, Wildcat and Happy Valley."
Steve loved our swell togs, and even contributed a photo to this post. I was inspired to take the first hill and find a new highest heart rate ever. I faded quickly after that, but still had a great ride.