Tuesday, May 10, 2011

I've cried about Wouter two or three times. Real actual tears.


A Small Voice From The Living Room: "Hey, Dad?"

Me, tired: "Yeah, bud?"

Little Voice: "When you finish with your mise en place, will you read me a story?"

Me, laughing: "Sure, bud."


Everything is really great, and really hard.

I bought some new Jack Purcells today. And they are white.

I'll need them. Summer is threatening.

She threatens and threatens, but the bitch never seems to make a move.


I'm out of restaurants for good. For now.

Who can really complain about the bar? The nights are late, but there's only three of them and the rest of the time is the bike. The mise en place. The kids.

We'll pull the car out onto the grass on wednesday nights this summer and walk around drinking beer out of plastic cups and smelling race gas. Horrible old rock-a-billy bands. Biker chicks.
It's good to get down. Boogie. Yeah.

Monday, April 25, 2011

I'm sorry I played your piano

Stoneskinksvanmorrisonoverload. I can't get enough of these kids.

I drink beer again, and that's allright.

Monday, April 18, 2011

de Ronde, pdx. 2011

There isn't much to say about it, and I don't have any photos.

Let's just round up and call it 8000' of climbing in a little less than 50 miles.

The Colnago is perfectly suited for a pleasurable day in hell.

We busted in a new team member. That makes me happy.

I simply can't carry enough food to fuel me. I took in probably 3000 calories, and still couldn't stave off an horrific bonk in the last 5 miles. I got all disoriented, went down too far, and had to re-climb a long, brutal section to get back to the turn I missed.

SeanBobs wife was at the top with a picnic spread. Soft cheese, bread, fruit, and beer.

The longest 5 hours on the bike I've ever spent.

Best part of the day:

A double Red Bull and whiskey shots in front of a Plaid Pantry. The clerk laughing at us so hard. Video of this exists and I will post it here when it surfaces.

I hope the sun is shining wherever you are. Today is going to be a good one.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

ronde pdx

I quit my job. I quit drinking beer, for now.

I'm going to California in a month to climb Mt. Tam and eat fried pescado with our old friends.

The boys will be meeting some of their contemporaries, and mine. Important people, all.

In three days I will be doing this:

I rode about 60% of it a couple of weeks ago and nearly fucking died.

It's as bad as it looks, plus a bushel.