Saturday, December 29, 2012

2012





 This story begins in a quaint, quiet town in the middle of "ski country USA." It's December 31st, 2011 and 7 friends are seated around a table joking about the dancing spectacle taking place right before their eyes. The locals were in rare form on this night, New Years Eve. The Springs was hoppin'! No one at the table had a clue that two of them would call this town home before the end of the year, but we'll leave that for later. 

2012 did not make as grand of an entrance as years past. 2009 we were treated to an 8 hour live-set from none other than Armin Van Buuren, 2010 Kaskade, and 2011 was brought in by the likes of Moby, Afrojack, and Ferry Corsten. No, 2012 did not have the same energy behind it, but was preceded by a week of ice climbing, skiing and relaxing with close friends in the winter wonderland of Colorado. 

After returning back to San Diego, and thawing out from our frigid adventures it was back to the grind of training for, what was to be, a killer 2nd season on the Catalyst Racing Cycling Team. The Altitude treated me well and for the first couple rides back in the saddle I was on fire. Pushing the pace in training rides and impressing even myself on a particular ride in Elfin Forest. I was ready for a great year in Cat 2. 


As the first race of the year approached I began to suffer more and more from a nagging injury. I had ridden the entire previous year with a painful Achilles tendon/foot problem, and my body was beginning to pay me back for the punishment I put it through. While warming up for the Red Trolley Criterium in San Diego the pain began to spread to my knee and I was having serious trouble pedaling out of saddle. I pushed through my warm-up routine knowing that something was a-miss. While on the line I was having feelings of hesitation. For the first time in my cycling career I did not feel strong. I did not feel fast, nor explosive.... I felt broken. I felt injured. I felt like I had lost a bit of my edge. Lost the "Eye of the Tiger," as Apollo Creed would say. The race went as planned. I stayed in front, and outta trouble until 5 to go. Then almost crashed the new EVO. Was shot out the back and my race was over. Being the competitor that I am this was no easy defeat. Standing on the sidewalk watching the finish, and knowing that my physical condition needed serious attention. I NEEDED to take a break and focus on rehabilitation. 

They say when one door closes, another opens. Luckily, a good friend of mine and I had been working quietly behind the scenes on a new business plan/project. We were going to make custom carbon fiber cycling shoes. Ha! Neither of us had ever made a shoe before. Granted we both were World Class speed skaters for quite some time, and knew what we wanted out of a shoe, but how, how in the hell do you make one??? We did some research. Talked to some experts in the field of carbon fiber, skate boot making, thanks to YouTube got some valued knowledge from the interwebs, and used a whole lot of down and dirty, old fashioned inginuity. 

After I made the agonizing decision to stop punishing myself on the bicycle it was time to take this endeavor to the next level. I flew down to Ft. Lauderdale where my partner had built out a shop, and we set out to build our very first shoes ever. We locked ourselves in the warehouse for 7 days, working 10-12 hour days. The whole time we were running on adrenalin, instinct, and caffeine. The traditional black coffee for me, and the heart attack inducing 5 Hour Energy and Red Bull for Bret. At the end of the week we had done what we set out to do. We made 3 pairs of shoes, and they were ALL Screwed up. The carbon work was solid, the stitching was all off and the straps were in the wrong place, but they were ride able. Thanks to Ben Raymond for his willingness to be our guinea pig. We owe him a ton! I gave him his shoes, and he rode 80 miles on them the very next day!! Part of which was up a monster of a climb, Kitchen Creek. I was so nervous and excited and scared for his feet. But he made it through with no trouble. We made some minor fit adjustments and they worked for a bit. Then the mounting system began to fail. Back to the drawing board. 


During this time we began to explore opportunities that would allow us to gain incite into what cyclists were looking for in a shoe. We tapped one of the most connected people I know, Glenn Koshi. Glenn was currently the team manager for Ezeefit Sports Inline Racing Team, which I was still a member of. A few years back while I was on the Bont N.A. Squad, Glenn and I had the honor and privilege to meet 2-time Olympian and multiple time National Champion, Giddeon Massie. Glenn had worked with Giddeon during his time with Bont, and I knew that Giddeon was the perfect athlete/person to help us develop our shoe. I arranged a meeting with Giddeon and Glenn at Giddeon's house, and explained to him our vision, goals, and where he would fit into this scenario. To my astonishment Giddeon thought it was a good idea, and we began to work together on our track shoe, The BALESTRA FORTIS. I molded Giddeon and I flew back to Florida to make him 2 pair of shoes. This time I was armed with molds from some other clients, and for 10 days we worked and reworked our shoes until we had something we all could be proud of... This was April, 2012. 

My rehab was slow going. From the more than a year of being injured, my condition had degraded to the point where I couldn't even bare weight on my left leg. Hours of massage, ART, and PT was taking place and it felt like I was getting nowhere. The season was flying by and I had missed every stage race. This was devastating to me because I had performed very well the year prior and knew that with the help of my wonderful team I could reach the podium again and again in 2012. I worked hard at PT clocking at least 4 hours a week of rehab and 1 1/2 hours of massage weekly. A big thank you to my awesome Massage Therapist Erynne Hill, my dear friend and amazeballs PT/Coach Brian Wilson, Sean Hill, Bryan Hill and the rest of the Rehab United Staff for ALL the work you did on me.. You all are awesome, and today I'm riding, skating, skiing, even walking pain free. Thank You.

Finally, I had enough and signed up to race Barrio Logan, and Dana Point in the same weekend. Barrio went well. I just missed a prime prize and nearly chased down the break at the end. I finished 20 something, but was happy since I had not raced since January, and burned a ton of matches in the final laps. 

After knocking the rust off it was on to the largest crit in the USA, The Dana Point GP. Man was I in for it. After getting caught out off the start my trusty Captain Richard Geraghty and I hooked up and rode for what felt like 20 min on the outside of the pack on our way to the front. The pace was blistering and the carnage was great. At least 10 crashes and a 15 min delay while the ambulance cleaned up the course in turn 2. I received a nice burn on the left calf from some one's front wheel, but managed to stay up, and out of trouble. Finishing a respectable 10th place. But something had been lost. For the first time in my career I had been passed in the closing meters. Falling from 2nd to 10th in the last 20m. I was still elated!!! Thanks to all my teammates who stuck around to watch. I love the inspiration they give and the excitement I bring to them when I'm racing. It's one of my favorite things in life. I guess I'm kind of a showman. Who knew?? Nah... anyone that knows me, knows how much I love to represent my team. And that's what it's all about...

After Dana training commenced as usual while PT and massages continued uninterrupted. During this time there were a lot of pokers in the fire with Giddeon in full training mode for the T3 days of tryouts for the loan US Sprinter spot on the 2012 London, Olympic Games Team. I was running back and forth to the Home Depot Center Velodrome nearly twice a week to ensure Giddeon's shoes were the absolute best we could get them. Giddeon is such a meticulous person who's attention to detail, and level of expectation is so high that his contribution to the rapid advancement of BALESTRA Cycling is invaluable.  It was also at this time when I was introduced to a young sprinting phenom named Njisane Phillip. Apparently the 20 year old Trinidadian was in need of some custom kicks for the Games, and we were seeing such great numbers with Giddeon's shoes that it was a no-brainer to get this amazing talent on our brand. Knowing that our shoe was going to allow him to perform at his absolute best. I molded him up in Giddeon's backyard and I flew down to meet Bret to make his shoes at the end of the month. 

The beginning of June was a whirlwind of a time. Getting back from Florida after memorial day just in time to  catch one of Giddeon's 3 TT heats. How it went down is that all the sprinters went head to head in 3 days of flying 200m TT's. Based on those stats, and the year's previous World Cup finishes the rider was chosen as the Olympic Sprinter. He ran 2 personal bests that day!!! I was so proud of all of us. Njisane had his shoes by now and was starting to let us know how he liked em. Things were going well with the shoes and everyone who was wearing them was pleased with the quality that we were providing at the time. It was around this time that I made the decision to move to Colorado in order to keep BALESTRA Cycling moving forward as needed. 

Now 2 of the friends are moving away to the little mountain town in the middle of "Ski Country USA." I moved first because I had a job lined up working in an office for a construction company. At the same time I was busy building out a shop in our house where I could continue to make shoes. I headed down to Colorado Springs with my parents to see the US Grand Prix of Sprinting. As we drove down to "The Springs" from Glenwood we passed through the middle of the fire as it raged toward north Colorado Springs on it's way to massive destruction.  There was a full cast of International competition, including the German juggernaut squad. We saw only Saturday night, but Sunday all of the International competition pulled out of the races due to the air quality.



The Flying 200m was an awesome event with World #1 Robert Forstemann winning on the night, but not before Njisane rides an impressive time of 9.775 seconds. Destroying a 17 year old record to become the fastest man in history from the Western Hemisphere. Giddeon rides well, and BALESTRA has a great weekend!!

Around the 1st of July I drove back to San Diego to help Jena pack the rest of the house, and fly to Brian and Alicia's wedding in Bellingham, Wa. It was one of the best weekends of my life. I'm not just saying that because they're my friends, but seriously. It was the an awesome weekend. We went to Vancouver for Brian's bachelor party. Had a scavenger hunt (my team won) WORLD CHAMPS! The hunt to place on  Vancouver Bay  in boats!!! We stayed at this self sustaining "enclave" Alicia's Aunts and Uncles incredible Secret Garden nook in the woods. Met all of BDubb's friends from KC. Got to know both of their families. Awesome. 

Now that we're in Colorado. I'm working the same job, and Jena finds work as a waitress until she can find something in her field. Which doesn't take long as she lands an awesome job as the Manager and a Strength Coach at a Gym in Basalt, Phoenix Fitness. I got the opportunity to mold, Mike Creed of Optum Pro Cycling at his hotel room in Aspen in between stages of the Pro Cycling Challenge. On his way to a 18th place finish.


The Olympic Games are a month away, and we are eagerly awaiting the company's first appearance. Jimmy Watkins makes the US Olympic Team as the loan Male Sprinter. We are all disappointed, but Giddeon takes it like the Champion he is and continues to dominate the US scene throughout the summer. Winning both the Kierin and the Match Sprint at the Marymoor Grand Prix in Washington state. We made Njisane a special pair of shoes just for the Olympics. Made em a little tighter. Per his request. They were also absent the walking pad in order to keep the weight down and give it better aerodynamics.  And then it was off he was to London where he shocked the world! Beating the World's #1 Forstemann on his to an amazing 4th place in the Men's Sprint. Here is the amazing ride. It gives me chills. https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10151130848971578. He also finished an Impressive 7th in the Kierin! Winning the B Final. We look forward to working with Njisane for a long, long time. Interbike was freakin awesome!!!! Thank you Vaughn and Valerie Stakes for allowing me to tag along. An amazing experience for any bike lover. Truly overwhelming. 

Sept. was another busy month. Started out at my buddy Val's wedding in St. Louis followed up shortly there after by The North Shore Inline Marathon. What an awesome experience to come back and race again. Super big thanks to Glenn Koshi for keeping me on the Ezeefitsports.com team. I got 7th, did a lot of work early my teammate got in a 2 man break half way through. He finished 2nd overall and the entire Ezeefit Team either won or podiumed in their respective divisions. Incredible. There's a sweet video of it on YouTube. I was wearing a helmet cam that Billy Burke gave me. Oh and I broke my collarbone racing  a crit in Vail the week after. Good times. 


2012 National Track Calendar Champion
Giddeon won TWO National Championships!  The Team Sprint and the Kierin.  Making him the Back to Back Men's Kierin National Champion! Big time Congratulations to him! He was also crowned the National Track Calender Champion!! An Amazing way to finish out the year for him. Again, Congratulations! 

The rest of the month I was on the mend. Sleeping in a recliner and playing Luminosity. Things made addictive when your layed up. In October I went back to work. This time supervising some guys while we dismantled Vail Sports HQ, and did some demo at the Lion's Head Village Quicksilver. Then rebuilt the Quicksilver. In November a lot began to change with the company. We brought in another partner, and decided to take the company in a slightly different direction in 2013. From the 4th week in November until the 19th was in S. Florida working on our new project, and we look forward to what the new year will bring for BALESTRA Performance Sports. 

Jena and I had wonderful Christmas', both with my Dad and Nan, and Heather, George, Matthew, Matt, Bree, Siena, and everyone else we saw in SD. We Hope you had a very Merry Christmas as well. 

Thank you all for the warm wishes, gifts, cards, and the like. 

Happy Holidays
-Matt





Wednesday, November 30, 2011

untitled...

Someone kicked a hole in the sky
I wonder why?
My minds Eye gazes deep
peering through foggy layers of atmosphere
into the dark horizons of infinity
grasping particles we cannot see
blinded by the clarity
where do we go from here?
Goodbye.

untitled...

beaten down
a broken horse
a thoroughbred thats run his course
won the race but lost the war
never looking ahead
couldnt see that far

nothing more than something....

rearranging and constraining
from the lack of participating.
reveals nothing more than something
before you look around or begin to
explore the remnants of the ramparts
once glowed orange red burning embers
of amber you know?
reach deep down and grab the strap
pull it up onto your lap
lap it up with all your vigor
smash it into a million slivers
shards of glass which gleam and glisten
and in the morning you will have arisen
from your slumber of a thousand days
and begin to scribe your thoughts
on this blank page.
nothing from something is nothing
for sure and once again it returns
it wants more
from sea to sea or
shore to shore

Monday, July 25, 2011

Propaganda

THE BULK OF THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE IRAQI DESERT IN THE FALL OF 2003 WHILE I WAS SITTING IN THE GUN TURRET OF A BRADLEY FIGHTING VEHICLE. I BELIEVE IT IS MY BEST WORK TO DATE, AND I AM SADDENED THAT THIS POEM IS STILL RELEVANT 8 YEARS LATER.... PLEASE HELP PUT AN END TO THE MILITARY INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX WHICH HAS GRIPPED THIS NATION FOR THE PAST 50 YEARS...


The Perpetration of an Administration
Who are they to determine the Wealth of a Nation?

The wealth of man.
They can't understand the total wealth of land: of man;

Can't be held in ones hand.

Searching for a reason
To commit Global Treason
Insane Destruction and Abduction

Assassination or Emancipation?
People holding Freedom without Justification.

It seems we've heard this story before

Massacre of Ambassador
Powerful Whore
Useless War

Brutal actions of Insurgents
Can't be washed clean with Mild Detergents

A Bloody sun sets on the horizon
For This is How the West was Won

Political War on Everyone!

Live and Let Live
But Live as We
Live like Me
Not like He

This Land is our Land
Land of the Free

An Apocalyptic Tragedy
The Wise Foresee

Hypocrisy of Democracy

Simple...

Forced Philosophy

By Ridding the World of all things False
Never Stopping to check the Pulse

Imagine this play all turned around
as soldiers march on Our Home ground

The Trumpets sound as fear abounds

Ashes to Ashes the Giant Falls Down.

Bedside Manner...

She sits with her legs crossed

Regal, Elegant

Doll like porcelain

Near the bedside table; watching.

As I lay broken shackled to the bed.

Bound, Gagged, and Hobbled.

I love her.
and can't tell her so.

with every beat my heart bleeds solely for her
and can't let her know

we are close together
and still far apart

I can't feel a thing
Only the pain in my heart

yearning for any way to show my affection

maybe someday I'll chew through this verbal contraception

my addiction so near:
My obsession; desire

while the pain surges deeper
the more I admire

A single tear begins to fall
as she floats across the floor

and my heart cools to stone
as she slips through the door

When she returns
things will seem as before
the mystical dream the we shared
shall be nevermore.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Q&A

1: Do not touch it!

For we know not where it's been...

2: It's pleasant, yes?

1: Not sure?

2: Where is it going?

1: I don't know?

2: Come on....We can follow it till' the edge of morning...

1: Glory?

1: Tell me the sad song

Yes, sing this song

The one unspoken

The possibilities are endless...

I am beside myself...

2: HELLO