- strapped some mattresses to the roof a lah-mexican-around-the-block-move (not derogatory, love Hispanic culture)
- drove 10 hours
- completed white knuckle over the shoulder through the sunroof gaze move
- have no internet
- unpack boxes in absence of actual furniture
- came back to Houston
- inhabit room with actual furniture
- bought some internet
- made some delicious tagliatelle pasta with plum tomatoes and cranberry chicken sausage while drinking Dogfish Head's Punk
- write bulleted list detailing last two weeks of life
Biking for the remainder of 2008 will be an effort to push those limits again, within a balance of responsibility, maturity, and moving forward, and return to life surrounded by those who can be trusted. I'm lucky enough to have two entire weeks off every month, but that doesn't always allow a bunch of racing. So I skipped a 12 hour race in CLT, partially because of the move, but also because lapping a 9 mile course didn't offer me what I want. I missed out on hanging with some good folks out there (one and two), but hope to put some time in with the two of them in Pisgah in the coming fall months. All apologies to both, and an open invite to a futon in front of a wood burning stove for the rest of the season.
Double Dare is on, something I'm really excited about and aligns with where I want my biking to go. The Rev is joining me from Dallas; overweight, old, out of shape, and blessed with the determination to continue one pedal stroke further that could only come from a fellow ex-mountaineer/climber. We are going to make it, we aren't going to win. I'm happy-as-hell with that prediction, and to spend that time suffering with a guy like Ben.
And that's it. I'm not going be able to make The Swank 65. Work is in the way. I'm not lining up a whole lot of CX racing unless it happens to fall into place. I have a small day pack, a lot of lite and fast gear from my aspiring alpinism, and plan on putting it to use this fall and winter. If I go missing for a few days, i'll be somewhere in Pisgah....15 miles from a road, or 600 ft from the ground, or somewhere in upstate New Jersey, or in Arizona, or Pennsylvania, or Georgia, or Huaraz, Peru, or Alaska..with those that have stood by me in the past, and those that I've met and benefited from this year in all things trail related, rope related, heart related, and life. Its been a very educational year. Its been a fun year of racing. My results mean a lot to me. The experience means more.