Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Catch-up. Ketchup. Cats'up.

Miss me? 
. . . like a infected splinter . . . ?

Where was I when we last spoke . . . oh, yes . . . Las Vegas. 
My wife and I were there for four days/nights last week for a wedding.  I won't go on at length, but will say this: 

LAS VEGAS IS THE MOST AWFUL PLACE ON THE ENTIRE PLANET.  I FUCKING HATED EVERY SECOND THAT I WAS IN THAT HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE CITY. I WILL NEVER, NEVER RETURN . . . . unless it's to go to Interbike and Peter pays my way.

We did manage to escape the city for two days and head out into the desert, which was a saving grace for me because I was this close (fingers about a half an inch apart) from going postal. 

Red Rock Canyon
Know how to spell 'desert'?  "Dessert", as in ice cream, cake and cookies has two S's - cause you'll ALWAYS have seconds.  "Desert", as in Death Valley, only has one cause you only want to be stuck in a desert one time. I don't know about that.....after being there, man - it's beautiful!  You wouldn't think that there is so much diversity and life in a dry, desolate place - but there is.
Hoover Dam
Money shot.  I couldn't hook up a ride in the desert but we found some sweet single track while out hiking.
So, now I am back home and it's been raining ever since.  I've been on the bike only once in the past two weeks (due to the trip, work, blah, blah, blah), but mostly the fucking shitty weather.  It's THE WORST SPRING EVER!  I'm selling the bikes and building an ark.

I did recieve a very nice e-mail on my return from a bloke Down Under.  Seems that Iain is a bit of a baker and a 29" biker.  Check out what he sent me:

Sour dough loaf and a Niner.  Yum!
Breadhead to the rescue,
Iain requested some Jebus stickers (if you want one just clicky clicky the link <---------- ) and I am happy to send him some.  Just wish we could have traded stickers for bread.  Hopefully he'll send me some photos of a Jebus loaf or a sticker on a crock or 'roo.

FYI, the next week or two or so blogging will be spottier than a chicken-pocked three year old.  Life has certainly reared it's busy-head lately on all fronts.  Not only is the weather not cooperating for riding (which one would think would allow for catching up on shit, but it doesn't seem to be working out that way), but new added responsibilities at work, time with my wee family and the upcoming shift of location for the original big ring World Headquarters means nuttiness.  I've had to give up some responsibilities with some volunteer work that I do and cut back on less important things for the next few weeks, i.e. blog-0-sphere'ing, watching the Giro and riding is going to have to take a back seat with sooooo much to do. 

What's worse, I stood out in the pouring cold rain for nearly four hours at work yesterday and today I am sick.  The weekend was looking up for slipping out for a ride, hopefully this cold will blow over by then.  Until the next post, keep the rubber side down and your stick on the ice.  Cheers!

2 comments:

will said...

Very nice! LV is bizarre indeed---bizarre in the complete opposite way that Ottawa is strange---but the natural beauty that surrounds LV... it *almost* makes up for it. The Red Rock canyon loop might be the best road ride I could think of.

Send me a sticker:
Rockwaller
743 Bryan ave.
Salt Lake City, UT. 84105.

the original big ring said...

You got it Will. Keep your eye on the mail.

Cheers
C.