Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Back on the dirt

Total ballbuster day at work yesterday, putting out fires, and meeting with the big wigs. Fortunately, there is some really cool stuff that may come out of it all – but that’s work, time to let it go.

It’s hard to believe that our cycling season in Flag parallels that of my boys back in Wisconsin. Latitude, shamtitude – it’s all about elevation variance, really. Big Steve mentioned he was headed to his favorite place to ride last night for the ‘opening night’ at Beechwood (incidentally, that’s one of my favorite places to ride too), and not so ironically, our ‘opening night’ on the MTB trails was yesterday at Campbell Mesa on the East Side of Flagtown. Yup, the snow has melted on the flatter lands, and it’s time to get muddy again.

It’s more flat than rolling, and the trail was made years ago by somebody who was into following terrain contours and maximizing the mileage over a small area. You can ride cross or MTB and just rip it. Last night we had a small party of three, but we were joined by another friend, Mr. 30mph sustained wind. Once in the trees though, it wasn’t bad at all. We rode until past dusk, toasted with cans of Fat Tire in the lot, and called it a night.

4 days, 8 hours of saddle time. Nice.

I opened a copy of Sports Illustrated yesterday, and for the second week in a row, there’s a huge section in the middle of the magazine about Golf. Golf? What the hell is Golf doing in a national magazine about sports? As Josh B said, “If you can drink for the duration of an activity and still compete, it ain’t a sport.” Golf = curling = bocce = lawn darts, its just that for some reason golfers are idolized and overpaid – when will the Curlers get their just due?…….And another thing, if I see another 26.2 hat/decal/t-shirt I’m not liable for punching said person. I get it, you run marathons, or you ran a marathon, or you want to run a marathon – whatever. Now you joined an elite club of 10,000,000 other people who have run/walked that far.

2 comments:

  1. I read the Pelosi rant and I wonder how we are even friends but then this one brings it all back.

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  2. diverse friendships make us well rounded - speaking of rounded, I need some ice cream and beer.

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