A tale of two jackets

Max on the ride!

So back in October, Max came to visit. I *REALLY* wanted to take him motorcycling, but being a AGATT kinda guy (All Gear All The Time) – I don’t take people riding without at least a helmet and a jacket. Jackets are expensive … so I thought who do I know that has one that fits the little man? My good friend, and fellow Motoref, Jones’ wife is small… and has the jacket Max is wearing in the photo.

Now – keep in mind that was in October! Jones and I have exchanged texts “I need to pick it up”… “Ok”… “not home…” back and forth. Yesterday – it took a strange twist! I get a text – expected… but unexpected content!

Now – I’ve been to known to do some stupid stuff – but take a friends crap to Good Will…. I’m not THAT DUMB! I assured him it was at home, and she had nothing to worry about! I then said … Wait … what size is it??? It was actually 1 size larger (not a big deal) and now … Max has his OWN motorcycle jacket! Mike came over and delivered … I still owe him $20 – but never fear, I’ll text him!

So … this #FiftyNotFat thing

So in August of 2016, I decided I didn’t want to be fat when I turned 50. Great. That’s awesome. I did it. I used #Keto, I rode my ass off on a bicycle (kinda literally), I was obsessed. I did it. I got below 200. I found my no-stress weight to be about 204. I’d be happy with 204 right now.

It turns out when you don’t focus, and are predisposed to overeating, and you stop paying attention… your weight creeps back up. I’ve probably lost about 2000 pounds in my life. Unfortunately, I’ve gained about 1970 pounds. For those who don’t speak “Scott”… I have put on about 30 pounds since I rode Six Gap. If you look at it this way – I’ve gained 2.25 pounds per month 16 months. That’s not huge, but it adds up (to 30+).

It’s been hard, trying to not admit it, and correct it silently, but I have to bring things like this to the front of my cerebral cortex. (I said that to sound smart, but had to use spell check twice). Anyway – i’m off the bench and back in the game. I set up my trainer last night and plan to Zwift tonight. My watch has some stupid feature where it recommends how much you are supposed to do today – i’m gonna follow through on my 14 minute walk cuz… why not.

Fat kid got skinny got fat again … a story we have all heard, but i’ve lived it. I never felt better than when I was in good shape and losing weight. It’s time to feel good again! I still have time to restore #FiftyNotFat!

I’m bringing back the mullet

As a kid, listening to Guns n Roses, Bon Jovi, Iron Maiden, Poison and many others – I loved my mullet. There was a time, as an overly aggressive (and slow) cat 3 roadie, that I took a lot of pride in my behind my helmet mullet. Man, I was cool!

Now that I’ve probably scared my wife and set people up to abuse me about many other things, I’m going to confess – i’m not going to grow a mullet. With my lack of hair on the top, it would result in a “Skullet” and no good could come of that. With that said – I’m going to dust off another pieces of ‘Scott Lore’.

Back again – after only a single post in 2018 – the blog. Twitter and Facebook have basically killed the blog. There are probably a few left being read, but not many. I enjoy writing this random crap. It’s an avenue for me to get something out of my head. I keep a LOT of crap in my brain, so any flush I can get – is of great benefit. Subject matter will be as scatterbrained as me. Maybe I won’t get the ‘engagement’ I want, but the therapeutic value will hopefully be beneficial!

All that said – if there’s a subject you would like me to expand on, leave a comment, send me a message – whatever! Let’s do this!

Watch where you are going?!?!

When I was a kid, I would run into stuff all the time.  My mom would say “Watch where you are going!” and get seemingly mad.  I always said “I am… I tripped” or “I was…”  Lord only knows what I was doing, but I probably needed to watch where the hell I was going.

So now … scroll forward … a few laps around the sun and I find myself in a strange place.  I’ve been riding a motorcycle seriously for about 3 years.  I’ve ridden over 50,000 miles and my experience on two wheels has grown.  I’ve gone through periods where I felt incredibly confident (possibly a bad thing).  I’ve gone through periods where I was uneasy, uncomfortable and down right nervous.  One of my mentors told me “Every 25,000 miles, your motorcycle will humble you.”  Recently – something has been wrong in my brain.  I am questioning everything under the sun and not letting my skills do the work for me.  I feel humbled and wanted to do something about this strange feeling I have been having.

I thought about taking a class after talking to my moto-sister, but time is of the essence.  I have a bunch of miles in the next three weeks.  I remembered seeing a University of Virginia study on why we crash… I went to the Google and found a few reviews – there’s a lot of details in there … and the key thing was “We don’t look far enough ahead!“.  Okay, great, I know to do that …  I already do it.  Not feeling fulfilled or like I solve my problem, I pulled up a copy of “Mastering the ride” by David Hough and started reading.

Now – as I read through some of this book – the recurring them was “Look farther ahead”.  I thought to myself … “What if this is the key?  Shit, if it’s not the key, it can’t hurt!”  Then I saw a ‘metric’ … a number … something my brain cell could remember.  Twelve seconds!  I began trying to look ahead 12 seconds…. do you know how FAR 12 seconds is at 60 mph?  Neither do I, but I can tell you at 65 mph it’s about 6 light poles on I-85.  They are a little closer on 75 .. so maybe 7 light poles.

The results have been INCREDIBLE!  Here just a few things I have noticed:

  • I am not stressed – at all!
  • I see stuff happening so far in advance by the time it gets to me, its over.
  • I do NOT instinctively look this far in advance
  • My gaps to the car in front of me are much bigger (when I look farther ahead)
  • My space cushion is better
  • There is less turbulence
  • I am happier
  • I feel safer
  • I set up for corners better
  • I corner better
  • I feel more confident
  • I enjoy riding my motorcycle

I hope to continue to grow as a motorcyclist and I will continue to work to improve, but who knew…. My mom, who has probably under 100 miles on two wheels in her entire life, actually knew how to help me!  Watch where you’re going – as far in front of you as you can … you will see everything else there, too!

(Truthfully, I do look ahead, but this weeks reading/learning experience has helped me to realize the POWER it truly has and additionally the importance!  It’s a great feeling to have learned something I can apply to my life, daily! )

One year later

So, about a year ago, a friend posted something about his weight. He said "I used to joke about my weight, but it's no longer a laughing matter. I went for a bike ride and it sucked" or something of that nature. I had not ridden in about 5 months, so I figured I would try it.


That's all I had in the tank. It sucked. I was slow, hot, out of my sorts. I went for 27… I came home with 15.3. This ride alone ultimately was one of several factors that put me into what some folks call – a funk. I was depressed.

Well … if you follow me, you know what happened around Labor Day. Yeah – pretty much – I decided I wasn't going to accept that my cycling career was over and that I was destined to be fat.

Scroll forward about 82 pounds and 3720 miles – I went for a little bike ride today.


Just a little different! Feels great to be a cyclist!


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Morning Ride – Scott Patton’s 15.3 mi bike ride

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