Finally. I’m writing a race report. Granted, I did do some road races this summer, but they were not blog worthy. That’s because road racing is lame. This weekend I headed just down the road to Ruston, LA for the Piney Hills Classic. The race is actually part of the Texas Mountain Bike Racing Association’s…
As most of our readers know, I’ve been living in Shreveport, LA while Terry is still in Monterey, CA. He still has the ocean, beaches, wildflowers, mountains, waterfalls, sea otters, redwoods, etc. all at his disposal. I have been trying really hard to find my groove with the outdoor scene here in Swampland USA, but…
Way back in May I went home for my cousin’s wedding. Well, actually, I went home and then the fam piled in the car and we drove up to Eden Prairie, Minnesota. I’m not the outgoing people photographer that Terry is, but since the bride was my cousin, I felt free to wander around and…
Terry always got mad at me when we lived in Colorado for dragging him along on “wildflower hikes” only to find few, if any, wildflowers and we certainly never whole fields of flowers. He also likes to tell me that all wildflowers are planted by someone. Our trip to Wyoming last month fixed right up….
The cyclocross remount, properly done, is a thing of beauty. A single effortless bound, a leap of faith, a body horizontally suspended in superman position above saddle, above bike, above ground for a split second, and then a gentle touch down of saddle to inner thigh, a slide to center on the saddle, one foot,…
Right now I’m supposed to be warming up for a local mountain bike race. But instead I’m at home, eating applesauce and drinking watered-down gatorade. My week has gone something like this…Wednesday evening, pre-registered for mountain bike race, made some stir-fry; wee hours of Thursday morning, started throwing up; more humane early morning hours of…
I feel like rambling about nothing in particular. I have thoughts bouncing around in my head and I’m not someone who talks to my plants. So my five regular readers get to read my rambles instead. Maybe I’m finally getting settled into life here in Lousyana. Perhaps I shouldn’t call it that any more because…
