Wake Up, Kick Ass, Repeat
Pretty long video but if this does not inspire you then you are probably already dead. I have always been a guitar geek and I remember when he scored the David Lee Roth gig and I also remember when he left due to “an illness”. This was way before the interweb and it was only a few years ago that I learned the real story of Jason Becker
Making progress on the new casa. So much so that I actually rode 2 days in a row. Hit the Shoreline on Sat with Abby and up Big Mountain Sunday with Krafty. Hopefully this is the start of a trend.
I have a truck lined up for the weekend so I will sart moving all my junk over. Of course this means I will miss the Soldier Hollow race which is a bit of a bummer. I will be glad when I have all this house, grown up stuff done so I can get caught up on some much needed play and racing time.
Congrats to Turbo for winning the State Championships of Going Around and Around Real Fast Without Crashing (SCOGAAARFWC). You know I am jonesing to race when even a crit sounds like fun.
All future events will take place at a future date.
waiting for a mission… getting softer; every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker, and every minute Charlie squats in the bush, he gets stronger. Each time I looked around, the walls moved in a little tighter.
-Willard “Apocalypse Now”
I have been going back and forth about 5Mile pass this weekend. Pretty much every spare moment I have had in the last 6 weeks has been spent remodeling my rental house. I have done 1 ride in the last 3 weeks and my fitness and confidence is at an all time low. I don’t think I have ever been this unfit, ever. Today my mind may have been made up for me. A week on my knees (installing laminate flooring) has been eating away at my already suspect back. This morning I was barely able to get out of bed, sitting at the cube is agony. There is no way I could even lift my leg high enough to get on my bike today. I could probably ride though once I got on. Racing 5 Mile though, probably not especially since there is that damn hike a bike. Plus I still have more flooring and moulding to install.
On a more positive note the house is looking really good. To the untrained eye the work even looks professionally done. Still not sure if I will live ther or rent it. They both have their +’s and -’s. Maybe I will list my half of the duplex and the house for rent at the same time and see which one goes first. Better yet put them both on the market and see which one sells first. Any takers?
This about the sickest thing I have seen in a while. I wonder if Forrest dropped in on this while he was there?
Scott H Biram came to the 801 last night and it was a beer soaked, smoke filled, hillbilly hulabaloo. As far as I know it was his first visit to SLC and hot damn if he did not make the best of it. He is a self proclaimed “Dirty Old One Man Band” plays a brand of blues that is best experienced live. Not that his records are bad (go get one today), it is just that the man has a presence that needs to be experienced live.
My Caribbean adventure is over. To be honest I had pretty low expectations for this trip. The idea of being trapped on a boat for a week sounded like a week in hell. Still though it has been a long time since the whole family has been together and that was something to look forward to so I figured I would make the best of it. I shouldn’t have even worried. The boat was soooo relaxing. Both Rachel and slept better than we have in months. I was amazed at how relaxed I was and realized how much stress I have been carrying around lately. It all pretty much was left on the dock in Ft. Lauderdale. We stopped in St. Maarten and St. Thomas, both days were spent swimming in the ocean (Orient Beach and Magens Bay) and sipping cool drinks in the shade. I only checked my e-mail twice and did not talk on the phone once for 7 days straight. I had plans to get all kinds of work done, make some important business decisions, and run everyday. Somehow none of that seemed important and none of it got done (I did run twice and swam a little).
Now back to the real world.
The Train is going nautical. Rachel and I are heading to Miami to get on a boat with my mom, aunt, and brothers. A week on sun and endless buffets should have me tanned and well fed for the massive mileage I need to pile on when we get back. It will be a really fun trip. I have my cabana clothes down from the attic and plan on owning that shuffle board court.
