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All Work And No Play
We were crammed into Terry’s basement, couches covered with kids. Jack was running, ax in 1 hand, Shelley with a cleaver chasing, the little boy hustling towards the camera. Snow, cold wind. The Shining climaxed and the volume maxed couldn’t hide my uncontrolled scream! REDRUM. “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” Training day after..
Even Perfect Trails Have An End
On my mind today was the sudden death of one of my favorite bloggers, Steve Tilford. Steve’s writing was pure, honest, simple. He wrote about racing, his passionate opinions, and life stuff. I never met him, but feel like I knew him. Maybe it’s a little more timely, since I stopped in to see my..
No, Does Not Mean “NO!”
A thousand years ago, I started racing while attending college in Utah. It started at a local crit held in the huge football stadium parking lot. I won a few, and winter came. I purchased a trainer and rode it 3 days a week when it was too cold and snowy. I skied on the..
The Things We Tell Ourselves
We had a shirt that said “Ride Hard”. Not a big seller… and not the first design I badly misjudged. I changed the text to Ride Fast, for me… because while I like to ride hard, and be able to handle the hard ride… …I’d rather ride fast, any day. You’ll see that logo in..
Fruit & Loops
Riding the same loops over and over gets old. Today I set out to find something new and totally scored. Not that new roads magically appeared, it was me connecting them in a new way. Kinda like when your bike’s tired filthiness sneaks up on you and you bust out the Simple Green and throw..
One Man’s Fast Is Another’s Slow
Sean says we need to go faster at TMWC, Marek says OUCH! to today’s edition, Mike rode the course a second time solo and went quicker, I limped home. That’s a group ride for ya… keeping us all honest with our effort. Were it not for the weekly men’s support group/social ride we call TMWC,..
It’s About Time
My maternal grandfather retired in Newport Beach, East Bluffs. There was nothing better than getting on the bikes he kept in the garage and riding over to the elementary school to play hide and seek. Certainly that old codger couldn’t find the slippery 7-year old speedster. Grampa was a genius at getting us to play..
A Whale of a Time
The forecast was for rain, but it was just cloudy. I’ve slept a ton all week, but I’m still pretty worn out. My eyes opened at 5:30am. Ran down to see if all the pics had downloaded, and started uploading to the HUNKR website. They are awesome, but they take forever to upload at home...
Team. Work.
Someone will step up and lead your team. It might be you, because of your experience or willingness or vision or frustration or opportunity. Whoever it is has the responsibility to teach the rest of the riders their roles AND how to execute their roles. Those roles can range from driving directions and hotel selection, to cook,..
The Friends We Make Par Duex
Tonight, I had dinner with David whom I hadn’t seen in 37 years. We met on a cruise ship in Greece, summer of ’80. He’s British, and was traveling with his father… we were a rowdy bunch of Americans spending the summer in Europe. We all hit it off and absorbed him into our mania. This..
It’s The Friends We Make
There are a lot of reasons to ride your bike. Your doctor might say, “hey, chubby get out there and drop some pounds”. Your spouse might say, “hey, grumpy get out there and come back with a smile.” Your friends might say, “hey, it’s like being a kid again. Try it.” Off you go. One..
