A long-held belief confirmed today

•August 25, 2014 • Leave a Comment

I’ve always believed that the vast majority of drivers do not hate cyclists, it’s just that they don’t consider them, they don’t look out for them, and they don’t always know what to do when they approach them.

Today, cycling up to the Ski Basin, on a stretch of road that was relatively straight allowing for at least several hundred feet visibility onto the left lane, my belief was confirmed.

Given that I was going up, my speed was slow enough that a passing car would only need to be in the left lane for a few short seconds.   There was plenty of visibility for a car to safely give me lots of room. I was riding as close as reasonable to the white line considering that the edges of the road are still pretty crappy from the two-year old chip seal job.

A mid-size SUV passed me, and its left wheels did not even touch the centerline. Which meant that I could have stretched out my arm and hit the passenger side rear-view mirror.   My instinctive reaction was to make a sweeping motion with my hand to the left while yelling, “move over” (actually, in all honesty, what I really said was, “move the fu**k over”, but I seriously doubt the driver heard me). However, the driver did in fact see my waving hand and thought I was in some sort of trouble, so the car stopped.

I pulled out my phone to record the conversation, only to have a middle-aged women stick her head out the window and say, “are you alright?” I asked her if she was “blind”, and that she came “way too close to me”, and said, “next time, don’t ride so close to cyclists”. And here’s the clincher. Her response? And I quote, “Oh, I didn’t realize”. I didn’t REALIZE. I didn’t realize… that I should not come so close as to scare the hell out of you, almost running you off the road.

I didn’t realize.  I guess that’s the problem.

Rome… a few photos during the day

•May 18, 2014 • Leave a Comment

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Rome, another night…

•May 18, 2014 • Leave a Comment

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Rome at night

•May 13, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Rome during the day is spectacular, but at night, I think it’s even more interesting…

This slideshow requires JavaScript.



•May 13, 2014 • 1 Comment

Here are a few more photos of our time on the island of Paros

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Paros, Greece

•May 5, 2014 • 1 Comment

We’re staying on the small island of Paros, in the town of Naoussa (pop 2800).  In our travels we’ve been in places with zero tourist presence (e.g. a small mountain village in Tunisia), and in places that were overcome and obliterated by tourism (the historic and once beautiful city of Antalya, Turkey).  Naoussa certainly has its share of tourism infrastructure, but not in a tacky overwhelming way.  It has retained its charm, and is still an off-the-chart beautiful place.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

An Opiate Withdrawal Episode… didn’t plan on this!

•April 7, 2014 • 1 Comment

I’ve never spent much time thinking about problems associated with addiction and dependence.  When I hear about other people having one of those conditions, I would usually chalk it up to a mostly controllable inability to simply stop taking the drug in question.   Boy, was I wrong.


I learned there is a distinct difference between addiction (a compulsive drug use that effects the function of your daily life) and dependence (a physical adaption to the drug, and possibly, but not necessarily combined with addiction).  One can be addicted and dependant, or one can simply be dependent.  I was the latter.

After my recent cycling accident I was put on relatively high doses of oxycodone (an opiate).   The drug did wonders for my recovery.  It allowed me to breath, move, and deal with the severe pain I was experiencing.

After about six weeks, I decided it was time to get off the oxy.  I knew hydrocodone (Vicodin) was sometimes used as a “bridge” drug, and so I switched to that.  I was on 60mg oxycodone per day.  Unfortunately, this plan was a huge mistake.  My “only” physical reaction was severe pain (the very pain I was trying to eliminate), and my emotional reaction was a severe bout of depression.  It was not pretty.

I went back on the oxy…though, on a slightly smaller dosage.

Then, over the next six weeks, I started a disciplined tapering schedule after visiting my doctor.  60 mg, 40 mg, 20 mg, 15 mg, 10 mg.  When I hit 10 mg per day, almost three months after my accident, I thought, “NOW I can stop without any substitute”.

Wrong again.  The reaction this time was far worse.  The bout of depression was relatively mild (compared to before), but I ended up having most of the typical opiate physical dependence withdrawal symptoms: agitation, loose stools, irritability, endless sneezing bouts, runny nose, high resting heart rate, uncontrollable yawing, and the inability to get to sleep ‘cause I was like an out of control wind up toy in bed.

I went back on the oxy again – though, on yet an even smaller dosage.

Now I was on ½ a pill – 5 mg per day – for a few days.  Then I thought, surely, I can quit NOW!  Nope.  Same symptoms.  I was able to handle the symptoms on day one.  Well “handle” may be overstating it, as I simply slept the entire day.  It’s not hard handling something when you’re unconscious.   However, getting to sleep at night was nearly impossible.

Day two was OK, I got some exercise on my indoor bike which felt wonderful, I even worked up a sweat, but still I needed a way to sleep that night.

So, another doctor visit.  She said I fell off my taper a bit too quickly.  5mg per day is too quickly?  Apparently.  Now what?

She gave me three options:  cut the pill in ¼ and take 2.5mg at bedtime for few nights, or take ½ an Ambien, or try an OTC sleeping pill.  Well, there was NO WAY I was going back to oxy, so I tried the Ambien.

When I asked my doctor why kicking this drug was so hard she said it’s one of the most addictive prescription drugs on the market and some people are particularly susceptible.  She said people get dependent on it for two or three primary reasons: first it solves their pain problem, then some people get a slight high from it, and most get an overall good feeling from it.

While on this drug, when life comes at you, you almost always just “feel good”…so who doesn’t want to feel good all the time?   Other than The Buddha, I’m not sure any of us feel good all the time, and honestly, if I have to get that feeling out of a bottle, I’ll take not feeling good sometimes, thank you very much.  Bring on life, I’m OK with it as it is.  I’ll stick with my exercised-induced endorphin high.  It’s safer – as long as you stay on the bike!

On night two I took ½ an Ambien and conked out in minutes.  I had a restful sleep with no morning side effects.  The next day, day three, I felt energized, I got on the bike and did some intervals.  It felt wonderful.  However, that afternoon I conked out and slept several hours and had zero energy the rest of the day.  I may have overdone the workout, but screw it.

When I hit the pillow on night three I felt tired enough that I assumed I could do it “au natural”.  Well, I fell asleep but woke up two hours later practically hyperventilating with a racing pulse.  Going back to sleep unaided would have been impossible.  So ½ Ambian came to the rescue, and I slept till morning.

Day four: could hardly extract myself from the couch to go in the kitchen and make a cup of tea, was mildly depressed, and had zero energy.  I forced myself on the bike, indoors of course, ‘cause it was cold, windy, and really unpleasant outside.  I think all my energy was expired simply getting ON the bike, so once there the riding part was relatively mild.  But it was far better than being huddled in the fetal position on the couch under a pile of blankets.

The next few nights I took a half-Ambien to get to sleep, slept pretty well, and woke with a reasonable amount of energy.   Looks like this process will take at least a week, but I honestly think I’m over the worst of it.  Getting to sleep may still be a problem for a while, but I can deal with that as long as I’m not a fidgeting mess while trying.

What’s truly amazing to me is that when the doctors gave me the oxycodone prescriptions – a total of 5 doctors over the course of my recovery – not ONE gave me the prescription with a stern warning about how my body might become dependent on the stuff.  It was only after visiting my primary doctor after my first failed cold-turkey episode was I told of the problems I was about to face.

The next phase is building my strength and endurance on the bike up to where I was last year.  Now that is something I can get excited about!

Warning: oxycodone is nasty shit.



Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.