Running With the Foghorn Leghorn
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Dominos
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You and Julia were both wearing pink shirts? Or you and Fred were both wearing pink shirts? Either way, I say "go for it".
Saturday, August 15, 2015
Work stories are always a blast, until the have a real impact on your life - then they can really suck. These are actually nothing more than entertaining at some level. They pay me for it all so I'm good with having to deal with the nonsense. This specific project won't take too long so I'm not worried about going insane. The DB running in memory is awesome. I can guarantee that the answer to how that could have happened was a shrug of the shoulder. Good, quality stuff. I am routinely amazed at the things that people can do and have no idea how they did it.
So yesterday was a day off the bike for me. My parents were coming down for the day to help us repair the front steps. The previous owner basically just slapped some mortar or whatever on them to get through the sale and over the last 2 winters they have crumbled apart to the point that they need serious attention. We ended up spending like 4 hours out there taking them apart and putting them back together. For the most part it was my step-father that did the work. He wanted to recreate them and I was fine with that. I just smashed things when he asked and lifted other things when he needed. Other than that I pulled weeds and tried not to get in the way.
It was hot yesterday and I tried to drink a bunch of water but no matter what I couldn't drink enough. Around lunch time I was just feeling flat as hell and had no desire to do much of anything but nap. I guess the hard rides this week finally caught up with me. You'll have these days.
Not much else to say about the day, really. We drank a bottle of red wine and watched Sense8. This show is pretty solid, I have to say. Maybe it's too weird for some of you and if you're homophobic don't bother. But some of the philosophical conversations are really well done. Not all of the episodes are gold but some are really good and for the most part they keep you on your toes. I saw it called "unconventional" and I would agree with that assessment.
@Dominos - Fred & I were both wearing pink, though mine was an old Jungle Habitat event shirt I got at this year's race when we were standing around and whatnot. Mine really looks more like it was red at one point and it faded over time. This is important. Maybe more important was the fact that we were texting pics back & forth to each other. I used to do that with JP but for some reason that ended.
@jShort - sure, you can stans up the tubulars to a point. But these PDXs seem to be of the "fail catastrophically" variety. Basically when they go, they really go. I mean I had shitty ass luck with these. I was doing something you're not supposed to to and riding them in a field doing intervals one day when we lived in Bernardsville. This is a school field where they routinely have soccer camps. Well both tires flatted at the same time. So something in the grass took them both out basically like a 1-2 Tyson punch. These were both fairly big sidewall tears. The 3rd was later when @Chris26er laid down in front of me at Nittany then I ran him over and slashed another one. I figure, um, 4th time is a charm?
I should just get it out of the way now. "F these F'ing tires."
Oh I did make a retarded looking breakfast sandwich earlier in the day.
Work stories are always a blast, until the have a real impact on your life - then they can really suck. These are actually nothing more than entertaining at some level. They pay me for it all so I'm good with having to deal with the nonsense. This specific project won't take too long so I'm not worried about going insane. The DB running in memory is awesome. I can guarantee that the answer to how that could have happened was a shrug of the shoulder. Good, quality stuff. I am routinely amazed at the things that people can do and have no idea how they did it.
So yesterday was a day off the bike for me. My parents were coming down for the day to help us repair the front steps. The previous owner basically just slapped some mortar or whatever on them to get through the sale and over the last 2 winters they have crumbled apart to the point that they need serious attention. We ended up spending like 4 hours out there taking them apart and putting them back together. For the most part it was my step-father that did the work. He wanted to recreate them and I was fine with that. I just smashed things when he asked and lifted other things when he needed. Other than that I pulled weeds and tried not to get in the way.
It was hot yesterday and I tried to drink a bunch of water but no matter what I couldn't drink enough. Around lunch time I was just feeling flat as hell and had no desire to do much of anything but nap. I guess the hard rides this week finally caught up with me. You'll have these days.
Not much else to say about the day, really. We drank a bottle of red wine and watched Sense8. This show is pretty solid, I have to say. Maybe it's too weird for some of you and if you're homophobic don't bother. But some of the philosophical conversations are really well done. Not all of the episodes are gold but some are really good and for the most part they keep you on your toes. I saw it called "unconventional" and I would agree with that assessment.
@Dominos - Fred & I were both wearing pink, though mine was an old Jungle Habitat event shirt I got at this year's race when we were standing around and whatnot. Mine really looks more like it was red at one point and it faded over time. This is important. Maybe more important was the fact that we were texting pics back & forth to each other. I used to do that with JP but for some reason that ended.
@jShort - sure, you can stans up the tubulars to a point. But these PDXs seem to be of the "fail catastrophically" variety. Basically when they go, they really go. I mean I had shitty ass luck with these. I was doing something you're not supposed to to and riding them in a field doing intervals one day when we lived in Bernardsville. This is a school field where they routinely have soccer camps. Well both tires flatted at the same time. So something in the grass took them both out basically like a 1-2 Tyson punch. These were both fairly big sidewall tears. The 3rd was later when @Chris26er laid down in front of me at Nittany then I ran him over and slashed another one. I figure, um, 4th time is a charm?
I should just get it out of the way now. "F these F'ing tires."
Oh I did make a retarded looking breakfast sandwich earlier in the day.
It's probably Canadian bacon. Because @Dominique.
jackx
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Wood like to sees after pics too.
Yeah, Not pork roll. Looks like slab of regular ham. Too big for Canadian bacon, unless lumberjack size from British Columbia.
definitely regular ham. bonus points for skipping the carbs and using a pizza tray instead of two pieces of bread.
soulchild
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I had my eye on these too but I'll wait on your review. I like to train and race on the same tread but Clement told me that tubeless stuff is looking like it won't be available until January. Well timed CX product release 🙄
When I get the Full Tilt Failure back I'm going to try to setup the PDX clinchers I have tubeless (I know, I know). I've read that some have had success with the wider Belgium+ so there's some hope there.
10 Richest Gamers on YouTube
Who knows where they get the amounts from but...
Stampy Cat is in this list. Estimated 2.5-3.3 Million $
The other guy my son watches is Diamond Mirecart. 4.6 - 6.2 Million $
W.T.F.
Who knows where they get the amounts from but...
Stampy Cat is in this list. Estimated 2.5-3.3 Million $
The other guy my son watches is Diamond Mirecart. 4.6 - 6.2 Million $
W.T.F.
Sorry... I don't care if it looks god-awful. I think you'll have to ask someone else!!! 😛
Sunday, August 16, 2015
The alarm rings at 6am. The decision to go to this race or not has been punted to this morning. The original plan was to go because the series awards were going to be here but we found out this week that this wasn't the case. So we weren't sure if it was a go or not. In the end we got up and hit the road because @Dominique had paid for it and she didn't want to waste the $40 or whatever it was. So we quick packed up and got out for the 9am start.
We get there with the clock ticking and realize that the initial plan of getting up and doing a pre-ride lap wasn't going to happen. Her lift ticket is free but I have to pay for a day pass for the XC trails to get my bike up there. $10 isn't so bad and I'm ok to support the cause. We get to the top maybe around 8:30 and it is a veritable ghost town. The scoring truck is up there but very few people aside from that.
We ask when the start is and he says 9:30. Ok, well it's something. But we quickly find out that this is cat 2, and the cat 3 class is going at 1:00. So we are something like 4 and one-half hours early. Ok, this gives us plenty of time to go for a pre-ride lap. I do the cat 3 course with D and she isn't in love with it. We wrap it up and head back to the start where some other teammates have started to gather and wait. D isn't sure if she wants to do the race or not. Having to wait that extra 3.5 hours does not sound so great. But again, we're here and she paid for it. So there is that.
While we are sitting around I decide to drop down the mountain and get changed and call it a day for myself. D joins me and we bomb down the Greenhorn trail which is a lot of fun but over too fast. I throw the bike on the car and we go to the lodge to grab some muffins for food and I get a coffee for myself. We head back up the lift and we just manage to catch the end of the cat 1 start. I take some pics but the lighting is terrible, so I eventually delete them.
D decides that she is going to start the race and at least do 1 lap. She's already hot & tired so if she doesn't feel like doing another then she'll pull the plug and we'll head down the mountain and eat & drink with the gang. While we wait I head over to the shade and take some pics and watch some of the cat 1 race. Much of the field looks like death. It is hot and the course is tough. Plus it's the end of the season and with the exception of a few people here & there, most people look ready to mail it in.
For the cat 1 race I hand with the older Krasley daughter then she is replaced with the younger after a bit. Soon Mary and @pooriggy join us then we watch D go off and then we resume our places watching in the shade. Soon we are joined by Mom Krasley as well, and we talk about the women's group she has going on and how good it's been so far. D comes out of the woods with an actual smile on her face and I watch her go through the S/F and start lap 2. Eventually the younger Krasley daughter comes through and says she's done, but mom refuses to take this as an answer and she goes out and rides the second lap with her.
D finishes up looking good and wins her class and beats all of the cat 3 women there. She rides down while Mary and I take the human mover down the hill and we all meet down there. We jump in with @muddybike, @Kirt, @Clapper, and @pooriggy and eat a burger and drink a beer. @Schilling is there briefly and before long they are all gone and we are waiting for the cat 3 awards. D gets her swag, her pic, and then we are on our way home.
Normally this would be the end of the story but as we are driving home D gets a text from Denise who asks if we are home and ok. Well, long story short, some guy in Warren shot his girlfriend and her brother, and had holed up in the house. Strange enough that this is in Warren, but the back of the property is all of about 500 feet from our house. D does some reading on this as we drive and it turns out they more or less have the entire perimeter of the area blocked off. So we don't know if we will make it home.
When we get to Warren they end up letting us go home, and shortly after we hear some booms and shots and the Facebook group about Warren Township stirs with activity that everything is all over. In the end the guy shot himself and that was the end of it. This is a crazy thing to have happen anywhere but to have it so close to the house is totally nuts. But honestly, this is not something I even see as real as we go into the house and hear the shots. I'm not sure what it is, but it really seems like just some sort of abstract concept that we were tangentially part of.
Anyway, that was our crazy Sunday.
The alarm rings at 6am. The decision to go to this race or not has been punted to this morning. The original plan was to go because the series awards were going to be here but we found out this week that this wasn't the case. So we weren't sure if it was a go or not. In the end we got up and hit the road because @Dominique had paid for it and she didn't want to waste the $40 or whatever it was. So we quick packed up and got out for the 9am start.
We get there with the clock ticking and realize that the initial plan of getting up and doing a pre-ride lap wasn't going to happen. Her lift ticket is free but I have to pay for a day pass for the XC trails to get my bike up there. $10 isn't so bad and I'm ok to support the cause. We get to the top maybe around 8:30 and it is a veritable ghost town. The scoring truck is up there but very few people aside from that.
We ask when the start is and he says 9:30. Ok, well it's something. But we quickly find out that this is cat 2, and the cat 3 class is going at 1:00. So we are something like 4 and one-half hours early. Ok, this gives us plenty of time to go for a pre-ride lap. I do the cat 3 course with D and she isn't in love with it. We wrap it up and head back to the start where some other teammates have started to gather and wait. D isn't sure if she wants to do the race or not. Having to wait that extra 3.5 hours does not sound so great. But again, we're here and she paid for it. So there is that.
While we are sitting around I decide to drop down the mountain and get changed and call it a day for myself. D joins me and we bomb down the Greenhorn trail which is a lot of fun but over too fast. I throw the bike on the car and we go to the lodge to grab some muffins for food and I get a coffee for myself. We head back up the lift and we just manage to catch the end of the cat 1 start. I take some pics but the lighting is terrible, so I eventually delete them.
D decides that she is going to start the race and at least do 1 lap. She's already hot & tired so if she doesn't feel like doing another then she'll pull the plug and we'll head down the mountain and eat & drink with the gang. While we wait I head over to the shade and take some pics and watch some of the cat 1 race. Much of the field looks like death. It is hot and the course is tough. Plus it's the end of the season and with the exception of a few people here & there, most people look ready to mail it in.
For the cat 1 race I hand with the older Krasley daughter then she is replaced with the younger after a bit. Soon Mary and @pooriggy join us then we watch D go off and then we resume our places watching in the shade. Soon we are joined by Mom Krasley as well, and we talk about the women's group she has going on and how good it's been so far. D comes out of the woods with an actual smile on her face and I watch her go through the S/F and start lap 2. Eventually the younger Krasley daughter comes through and says she's done, but mom refuses to take this as an answer and she goes out and rides the second lap with her.
D finishes up looking good and wins her class and beats all of the cat 3 women there. She rides down while Mary and I take the human mover down the hill and we all meet down there. We jump in with @muddybike, @Kirt, @Clapper, and @pooriggy and eat a burger and drink a beer. @Schilling is there briefly and before long they are all gone and we are waiting for the cat 3 awards. D gets her swag, her pic, and then we are on our way home.
Normally this would be the end of the story but as we are driving home D gets a text from Denise who asks if we are home and ok. Well, long story short, some guy in Warren shot his girlfriend and her brother, and had holed up in the house. Strange enough that this is in Warren, but the back of the property is all of about 500 feet from our house. D does some reading on this as we drive and it turns out they more or less have the entire perimeter of the area blocked off. So we don't know if we will make it home.
When we get to Warren they end up letting us go home, and shortly after we hear some booms and shots and the Facebook group about Warren Township stirs with activity that everything is all over. In the end the guy shot himself and that was the end of it. This is a crazy thing to have happen anywhere but to have it so close to the house is totally nuts. But honestly, this is not something I even see as real as we go into the house and hear the shots. I'm not sure what it is, but it really seems like just some sort of abstract concept that we were tangentially part of.
Anyway, that was our crazy Sunday.
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Mountain Bike Mike
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Congrats on the win @Dominique!
@Norm - For a split second, I wondered if Denise thought you were the shooter
@Norm - For a split second, I wondered if Denise thought you were the shooter
The Heckler
You bring new meaning to the term SUCK
Yeah @Dominique!!
The not so sleepy town of Warren NJ where the Italians are extra Italian and their children are entitled and drive German cars.
The not so sleepy town of Warren NJ where the Italians are extra Italian and their children are entitled and drive German cars.
