Small Village near Buchs, Switzerland.This morning we set out for a
Slowup bike ride on the western border of Switzerland. Slowup events are organized every couple of weeks during the summer and offer a chance to enjoy roads traffic free. Municipalities shut down a trail of main streets for many kilometers and open the roads only to bikes, rollerbladers, joggers, anything except cars.
This weekend the Slowup was a 53 Km (32 Mile) course through the cities of
Vaduz and Buchs. Vaduz is of course not in Switzerland but in the tiny country of
Leichtenstein. At 62 square miles Lichtenstein is actually just about the same geographic area as the city of
Richmond, Virginia. The population of Richmond however far exceeds Liechtenstein.
If you haven't heard of Leichtenstein I wouldn't be surprised. It seems to only be known to people that live in Switzerland and stamp collectors. Leichtenstein seems to just be an extension of Switzerland really. They use the Swiss Franc for currency, my swiss train pass is good there, and there are no borderguards at the crossing.

During our trip we rode about 15 km through Leichtenstein and stopped at a nice spot along the way to have a little lunch. Which brings me to another strange swiss culturalism. The Swiss have a hard time not saying 'En Guete' around lunch time. 'En Guete' translates to enjoy your meal. If you are leaving the office around lunch time everyone you pass will say 'En Guete' even if you aren't anywhere near any food. So why am I thinking about this today? As we were sitting by the side of the trail, a passing cyclist saw us with our picnic and yelled out 'En Guete,' what a strange place this can be at times.
So after our lunch and about 40 km into the ride we get to a small town and I notice there is something going terribly wrong with my left pedal. I have felt this feeling before and know it immediately as being related to stripped threads. I take a deep breath, and my wife suggests we stop for some ice cream. I agree and figure I can use the break to figure out what I am going to do next.
Taking a closer look I see that the pedal is all but shot and I am going to have to find a different way home. But wait, what would coach Troy do? Coach Troy, my cycling coach (By way of DVD
stationary bike training videos) would be so disapointed if I let a simple broken pedal get in the way of a good work out. Coach Troy would start barking, one leg drill. 'Come on here we go. 1 minute on for each leg and then switch. We are going to do 6 sets, 5, 4,3,2,1..GO!'
At that was that, I would try to do the rest of the course, 13 km with one leg. Not really the 1 minute reps that coach Troy would have preferred but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do.
Along the way I kept hearing people mubbling in German about the crazy guy biking with one leg. At one point some guy turned to me and said I better work out my left leg when I get home. I was riding with my right.
At another point, A guy rides up to me in a recumbent bike and asks if my bike is broken in German. I wasn't really paying too much attention to him because I was climbing a slight hill and I was really working hard. I respond in German, yes, and 1 leg is better than no legs. I take a second glance at the guy and notice he is a paraplegic in a recumbent bike and he is pedaling with is arms, boy do I feel like an ass. Talk about a Jerry Sienfield moment.
In the end, I made it the 13 km (8 miles) back to the Buchs train station on one leg. We had some time to waste before the next train so I celebrated with a beer. Boy I'm glad that is over. Now, tomorrow I've got to get my bike to the shop to get if fixed. But I figure 13 km on one leg means I'm in pretty good shape for that race in June.
Labels: pastimes, Weekend