As my summer comes to a close there’s a bunch of nifty things that occurred…
Nifty thing one.
|woa there my wee daughter!|
This past Spring Break, me and my kids; Karen-her brother and friend Jeremy; my other mutual friend and teammate-Kevin, and his kids all met in Moab. My cycling goal: get my kids hooked on mountain biking. It worked! So when Maura began to outgrow her bike, Karen’s sister Jill (because they’re awesome), donated a dual suspension mountain bike to my second daughter, Maura. Maura first impression was: I don’t know if I’m the right size for this because the bike is a little big. In order to make her comfortable on the new bike I took her to the mountain bike park nearby and she rode several of the black diamond (rated like ski trails) paths/obstacles with no problem. Afterwards, with a huge smile on her face, she felt comfortable with the new ride. Therefore, when my kids live with me, we try to ride the mountain bike park and she’s always up for trying a newer challenge on the trail.
Nifty thing two.
|2013 Dirt Team|
After several racers asked if I was okay-I suppose I was-I threw my right leg over my bike and winced as my sore ribs responded to my movement. Nonetheless, it fired me up to finish strong. I could breathe fairly deeply to continue putting watts on my pedals aerobically. My front derailleur cable came off my top tube’s braze-on when I cranked my handlebars during my crash and I wasn’t able to use the big chain ring (I have a 2x10). No worries, I finished exactly in 5 hours and 17 seconds. 18 seconds short of a sub-5 hour ride but I’ll take it! Afterwards we baked in the sun, eating, getting some first aid at the medical station (me!), while we all talked and patted ourselves on the back and enjoyed each others’ companies.
|right elbow before trip|
In San Diego, we mountain biked with a colleague of mine at Los Peñasquitos Canyon Preserve where Karen kinda slayed, and afterwards we drove the scenic route to Stone Brewery-creators of Arrogant Bastard Ale-to wash down a tasty vegetarian lunch with a temperature correct fermented beverage in SoCal's picture postcard perfect summer afternoon. Traffic in San Diego’s awful especially during the PM peak hours. The best time to travel back to my brother’s was around 9pm, so we spent time in Balboa Park witnessing new things with two sets of eyes and appreciating how thrilling that can be. When we arrived in the town my brother lives, we had a sweet tooth aching to be satisfied so the choices were either Exxon or the Circle K. We chose the Circle K because Karen quoted, ‘Strange things are a’foot in the Circle K.’
|Your eyes deceive you not!|
|at the Getty flanked by awesomeness!|
Needless to say, a magical time was spent in California.
|My brother Lem!|
My Mom accompanied us to Phoenix where we met with my older brother and his family. The next day we rode F.I.N.S.
After our ride, I suffered through a wee bit of heat exhaustion. As we were figuring out what to do after our ride in my brother’s kitchen, I asked my sister in-law Jeannine three times if I could make breakfast. Each attempt apparently new contextually with the previous try completely forgotten. When Jeannine started laughing I thought, what’s her deal?, that’s when Karen told me of my thrice requests for the breaking of (our morning) fast. Arizona, you’re scary hot like ghost peppers on a Fritzi Dog hotdog.
|Who says an Airborne hardtail can't rip?|
My summer's not completely done yet, I do have some non-work time where I can still enjoy what remaining vestiges of summer's left! I am grateful that such an amazing trip occurred thanks to the largess of my family and for having my sweet (and cosmically resonating side-kick, my amazing girlfriend) Karen accompanying me. Cyclocross nationals are in my backyard this year-Boulder! It's the second week in January, so if I can be clever and disciplined and not get burned out I'd like to give it a shot. That would be my next nifty tale to tell...