Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Kenny organizes at least two group rides per year. One on New Years Day and the other in early Spring (RAWROD) . I try not to miss either of them. The New Years Day ride is the Squaw Peak Hill Climb. A grunt of a climb up a steep, snow packed paved road. I think it's about a 5 mile climb. I'm not exactly sure (I never ride with a bike computer). Depening on the snow conditions it can be a brutal climb.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Last minute decision. I added a small run of winter weight long sleeve jerseys to the MASHer order. Now you can ride like a sherman tank through the snow and mud in the early and late season rides.
Website will be updated tonight with the long sleeve option.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Last year, one of the sales guys on our team (who has a very hairy back), received a back hair shaver. The shaver came with a pack of batteries which meant that he was forced to demo it in front of the team. And when I say forced, I mean forced. The entire room chanting, money being collected, his VP shutting down the party until he agreed to take his shirt off and fire up the shaver. No way to avoid it. Nasty.
I can only imagine that over the course of the last 12 months, he thought about what he could do to get back at us. Kind of like in that scene in "Stand By Me" when Lard Ass makes himself throw up at the pie eating contest to get his revenge at the town.
Well, today he got his revenge.
Behold....the back hair sandwich. Yep. That's what this is. Two slices of white bread with a solid inch of back hair in the middle. With a gift card thrown in.
The dude actually shaved his back hair, made a sandwich out of it, placed a gift card in the baggie, and wrapped the somabitch up as a gift.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
1) The best laugh
2) The bluest eyes
3) Looks so good in just a pony tail
4) Is an amazing Mom to our 3 children
5) Can climb like a mountian goat on her bike and skis
6) Can hold her Diet Coke
7) Is my GPS inside malls & parking garages
8) Doesn't kick me out of bed when I'm covered in dirt from a night ride
9) She supports my bike habit
10) Keeps me on the straight and narrow
11) She likes to sleep as much as I do (in bed by 9:30 most nights)
12) She is willing to stay home and raise our kids
13) Is super sexy
14) Is my best friend
Thanks for all the good times Shelle!
Friday, December 12, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
On one side of me is Jon. He is sitting in his car, helmet on, ready to ride. On the other side of me is Kenny, Racer and Chucky. They came up from the UC to ride the new Crack Cocaine trail(Suncrest downhill).
Despite the snow/rain from earlier that morning, we are banking on the trails being frozen and rideable.
Tony rides up and stops next to my window. Time to go. As we make our way out of the cars, Brandon and Aaron roll up bringing the group total to 8.
Tony takes one look at Racer's bike and says something like "Dude, does he even have a cog on that thing? It looks like his chain just wraps around the hub". Racer is running an 18 on the back.
The pace up Clark's is brutal. Somehow we make the mistake of letting Chucky lead. Even going half speed, Chucky is fast. I'm starting to see stars. Just when I'm about to peel off and drop back, I notice we are already at the U-Turn. I don't even recall riding half the trail.
At the top Chucky says "that's what happens when you drill it like that. It's like being on drugs."
We make our way around Suncrest, past Sam's back yard. (Sam has cut a trail from the single track up to his backyard.) I would later find out that Sam was watching us from his window, kicking himself for not joining us on the ride.
We arrive at the downhill in good shape. No mud and no mechanicals. Those of us who have ridden it before have a big smile on our faces. We know what's ahead of us. We are about to experience that high that only mountain biking brings.
Riding Crack Cocaine at night, on frozen dirt is a trip. I highly recommend it.
We would finish the night with breakfast at the Village Inn. It's always fun to swap stories and laugh over pancakes and eggs.
And yes.....I went to bed "dirty". Too tired for a shower. Maybe I'll buy Rachelle some clean sheets for Christmas.