Shorts: three short Jeff Taylor stories


Adjust your own brakes

It was a Saturday morning ride, and we planned a route longer than the usual morning loop.   A few miles into the ride, Jeff said something was wrong.  We stopped and looked at his bike, and someone noticed his rear brake was rubbing.  The friction was costing him some effort and energy, and so we all got off our bikes and tried to be some help fixing it.  Brakes are simple enough, and with a quick adjustment, and a few spins of the rear tire, soon the brakes were not rubbing.  

The rear tire glided past the brake pads without touching.  We continued and Jeff kept right up with us.  Toward the end of the ride, Jeff said, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I’ll be glad to get home and get some rest.”  Someone rode directly behind him and noticed his back wheel was barely crooked, and his back tire was rubbing the frame.  We stopped one more time to tighten up the quick connect, and this straightened up the rear wheel.  Jeff looked relieved.  He said, “I knew something was wrong!  Thank goodness, I was about ready to throw this bike in the ditch.”  Not long after that, Jeff got his new bike! 

  
Bedford Lake Road
It was my turn to lead a club ride.  So on a Saturday morning, we left Big Springs park on a 51 mile jaunt through the countryside. The route is still available on Ride with GPS...    
The route is called, " Hills and Hollers" because it included every hill I could jam into the ride.  One of the toughest climbs was at mile 27, Bedford Lake Road is a little country road that winds along beside a creek, past the driveway into the parking lot to Bedford lake, and then disapears into the woods.  Jeff was cruising along in the front with the stronger riders.  At the bottom of the hill, it gets really steep for a tenth of a mile, then levels out to a steady climb.  At the top of this hill, there is a house on the right, and several dogs live there and will give you a good chase.  

This was the first time for Jeff going up this hill.  He stood up and started pedaling really hard at the bottom, in the steepest section.  I remember telling him, “Easy does it there, Jeff.  it’s a long way to the top.”  He did settle back down, and paced himself.  He made it to the top, and had some energy left in case the dogs came out.  He thanked me later for letting him know to back off a little. 



Flat Tires and Coyotes
When we were all at our strongest, we did a longer, tougher route on Fridays.  We called it, Fast and Furious Friday Fifty.  We met at Raphael’s Pizza at 4AM, and got back to town by 7AM.  It was a little crazy to believe we could ride fifty miles, and make it back on time, but we always did.  Jeff joined us on several of these rides, and was always up for the challenge.  One morning, Jeff had a flat tire on the road close to the AEDC recreation area, under the big power lines.  

We all gathered together to get it changed, and it was still really dark.  There were thousands of stars out, and a small but bright crescent moon. It was perfectly quiet, with no cars in sight.  We moved our bikes so the head lights were on the flat tire and wheel, and one of us removed the wheel, and went to work replacing the tube in the tire.  Then we heard some coyotes howling in the distance, a minute or so later, something moved through the grass and tall weeds under the power lines not far from us.  It was probably a deer or two, but your mind can wander at times like this.  Was that Big Foot? 

Is that a guy in a hockey mask in the woods?  We got the tire changed, and were happy to be moving down the road again.