It was just another day on my European vacation and we were in Nice, France. By this time, I had adjusted a little to the fact that I was in a foreign land where I did not understand the language or the culture. Even with this handicap, my wife and I had managed pretty well for ourselves. Most people spoke enough English that we could make things work. It was…
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It was a typical day in a typical year, and I was out mountain biking with my friends Moe and Jatt. It had been a good day; we got a lot of riding done in a short amount of time. It was Sunday evening so we couldn’t ride for more than a few hours seeing as we all had work the next day. During a breather about half way through…
More Than I Could Chew
Born on April 28, 2010 Catagory: Stories. 7 Comments Tags: Bikes, Clif Bars, Exercise, Gatorade, Me, Mountain Bike Racing, Racing.
Several weeks ago I wrote a post about racing my mountain bike in the pro division of a local race, the Beezley Burn. Growing up, I heard the phrase “Don’t bite off more than you can chew” countless times. I received a firsthand lesson in this phrase over the past weekend.
The race was actually a two day event, with a short half hour sprint…
7 Comments Tags: Bikes, Clif Bars, Exercise, Gatorade, Me, Mountain Bike Racing, Racing.
Ft. Ebey Frustration
Born on March 29, 2010 Catagory: Stories. 8 Comments Tags: Bikes, Coffee, DNF, Ferry, Me, Mountain Bike Racing, Racing, War.
Sunday rolled into action which made it time for a mountain bike race on Whidbey Island, an island in Puget Sound in the great state of Washington. Once again the event was part of the Singletrack Cycles West Side Mountain Bike series presented by BUDU racing. The race took place at Ft. Ebey State park. The fort was build to protect against Japanese invasion during World…
8 Comments Tags: Bikes, Coffee, DNF, Ferry, Me, Mountain Bike Racing, Racing, War.
The Long Ride Down
Born on March 10, 2010 Catagory: Observations and Stories. 3 Comments Tags: Coffee, Elevators, Emotion, Life, Me, Movies, Pathfinder, Seattle, Starbucks, Work.
I was waiting in the elevator lobby of a Seattle high rise office building on a typical weekday; Starbucks in one hand, and documents of critical importance in the other. I was headed towards my beloved Pathfinder in the parking garage, and not thinking much about my surroundings. Even with 6 dedicated parking garage elevators in the building, I found myself waiting for the next available one. I was the…
