I've been doing samizdat poetry for as long as I've had a web presence (since 1999), but I am now officially a published poet! (I am deliberately not counting the embarrasing hackjob that was published in a youth anthology when I was in 8th grade.)
You can find "Uvas Gold 200" on page 26 - either directly on this skeuomorphic leafing viewer or the PDF, but I'm republishing both the exposition blurb and the poem below. If you prefer to listen, I recorded a reading of it that you can download in different flavors: a local audio only, a local video, or the embeded video version below.
Uvas Gold 200k starts and ends in Fremont, CA and was held on Saturday, December 1st, 2018. The ride frontloads the climbing by going nearly half-way up Mount Hamilton, the tallest peak in the San Francisco Bay Area, and then leads down south as far as Gilroy, "Garlic Capital of the World." Our RBA, Rob Hawks, sent this note the evening before the ride: "While we once had 75 riders signed up, we are now down to 59 even though a number of new names have been added since this was sent out on Monday." It had been a foul weather week, and by the time we were ready to start in rain at a balmy 48 degrees Fahrenheit, there were fewer than thirty people who would brave the cold wetness. The rain was at its worst the first half of the ride, so my memories are skewed toward that portion, with the poem content reflecting that. Call it Inverted Randonesia, the second half of the ride was just spent processing how I made it through the beginning of the day and how epic it was.
Weaving upstream the icy slush Mount Ham – no cheese Rough grind of gears and teeth Steam locomotive breath The paceline I abandon Time stretched – warm pizza dough Intent, attention rising I take a pull Thick spray across my rhythmic fogging glasses Our feet make Revolutions, Randonneur! With pavement gliding under top tube It's all the same to you Mile-marker Marxist Unbound by thermal fear "Fair-weather cyclist" you are not A dreamy cold wet blanket smoky charcoal skyscape High pitched frying sizzle Tire fully splashing The tug of war of winds where we're the rope Off camber turn, soprano yodeling disc brakes yards ahead Refreshing wafting garlic wake up – dreamy ride continues Alert again in the slow slither through Coyote Creek K-Hound chasing, headwind facing Camaraderie, half-way in Gilroy supermarket shack Then on the road again, occasional "Car back!" December, Northern California, Reign of Rain
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