|Penelope and I. Click on the picture and read my politically incorrect socks! Thanks Airborne!|
Been incredibly busy so here's what the Cycling Dad's been up to that now I can actually blog as my break (and what a fine break it's been!) is coming to an end. Not a conclusion but just an arrested break. I know y'all are just dying to know what I've been doing (that was sarcasm y'all)...
My Airborne (the Guardian)-her name is Penelope-has been nothing but superb at the cross races I've participated in. I get dropped on the long flats, just don't have the gears (or the horsepower?) but on the twisties and the sandpits and even some of the loosy-goosey stuff, she rolls like a fiend. I even went on two separate trips to Moab (took the Airborne on both)! One with the Homey Trinity and the second one with Karen. Both were splendorous in similar yet separate levels. Even won a cyclocross race! First one in decades. I won my first two races as an undergraduate at the University of Texas waay back in the day.
|Can you believe it? I won a race! My teammate Jeff came in third.|
|This is Billy. He's a goner should he turn right. Quite a price to pay for a picture yes? This is near the Portal Trail.|
|Billy striking a pose in the nose bleed section of Moab. You just can see Highway 191 at the bottom left.|
|Here's Kevin at Sovereign. Hell yes, it's that steep! Gnarly don't you think?|
Part 1 (click on the link to the right). Part 1 of the Portal Trail with the Homey Trinity
Part 2 (click on the link to the rght). Part 2 of the Portal Trail with the Homey Trinity
On the second video I inserted a subliminal message. See if you can spot it, let alone read it. Here's your hint: be quick with the spacebar.
Moab Trip number two with Karen. I can fill another, separate blog about Karen's personality but that would bore y'all. She's amazingly special, a class act and she's a vegetarian, teacher, and a mountain biker. Ite den, don't wanna jinx us. On our way out, Colorado had one of those nutty Winter weather blasts of snow especially in the high country. Had to put the Tundra in 4wd to get over Vail pass and through Breckenridge. The Tundra has a nickname. Karen and I dub it the "couch". The couch can hold two mountain bikes with the front wheels removed in the bed and weekend gear. It's taken five adults with mountain bikes and gear to Moab. The couch has taken my kids to California comfortably. I love the couch (but I won't marry her). The couch can go fast. The couch likes petrol. My couch is red (sadly I don't have one in my actual living room, nor a vacuum cleaner). The couch has heated seats! In Colorado, heated seats are deluxe. I drive a couch and I like it!
We rolled out of Denver at six ante-meridian. After taking the scenic route towards Moab, our first day's ride was at Klondike Bluffs and later at Moab Brand Trails. Second day we rode Dead Horse Point State Park (absolutely beautiful, and Karen slayed the trail) and hiked Negro Bill Canyon. On our way back home we stopped at Fruita and rode Horse Thief Bench/Loop. Here are some pictures in no certain order.
|Dead Horse Point State Park. Breathtaking no?|
|Power hiking at Negro Bill Canyon before the sun went down.|
|Overlook at DHPSP|
What a journey it's been so far. Still developing, let's see where it goes but I'll tell you this: I'm absolutely digging life. Work's going to happen soon but not right now. I'm savoring this the way your little brother would savor the Oreo cookie globular filling he was saving and accumulating while you were eating the cookies like there's no tomorrow. And here he is eye-balling the sugary goodness while you're saucer-eyed in disbelief that he could construct such a glorious lipid and carbohydrate hybridized gooey monstrosity that's so sweet it'll make your teefers hurt. Yeah that's me (except even more grateful and thankful).