Memorial Day excursion.....

It is not as morbid as it sounds, but we love to visit old cemeteries. We have visited grounds all around California, Nevada, Maui, France, England, and Italy.

Our visits are quite historical. Today, we encountered a family who had 5 children; all died in the early 1800's and each were under the age of 1 year old. What rough and disease filled lives they must have led. Recently, we stumbled across a descendant of mine, in an obscure little cemetery that was nestled in the mountain-side. Our visit to an ancient Indian burial ground proved to be a bit eerie, when all of the photos turned out with a yellow hue. Spooky.

Jimmy cracked up when he found this name:

My idea of bliss.....

What do these photos mean to me? They reflect my idea of a great day of riding....heat, sweat, and sun. On days like these I tend to ride solo, as it is exceedingly difficult to find anyone else who loves the heat as much as I do.

My legs always spin well, I get in better workouts, stay more focused and overall--feel like a million bucks. I wish that race season did not start until April, since I do not come out of hibernation until then. I am soooo ready to roll up to

the start line now, because I am feeling pretty darn spry.

School's out for the summer.....

A famous (and stoned) man uttered those words in the 70's and now, so am I.

Things I am going to do while on break:

*make some terrific dinners from Cooking Light

*take Bo for more walks

*go to a S.F. Giants game

*take a week-long, bike-riding excursion

*renew wedding vows

*go on a motorcycle trip across the U.S., with Jimmy

*ride my bike to the lake and tan all afternoon

*visit my family

*read a book while swinging on the hammock

Today is Day #1 of vacation and I am kicking off the festivities by washing my truck......ahhhh....simple pleasures.

Wha-iiinnndddyyy!

Our ride today was brutally windy. We pedaled downhill just to maintain 13 mph!! A ride I can do solo takes me 2:20 to complete, and doing the same ride, with the two of us bustin' our butts, took us 3:05 to finish.

I guess I should not complain....atleast I was out playing.

What the.....?!

I just finished an awesome ride and was driving home, when I stopped at a red light. This guy rolls up on his yellow LeMond across from me. He immediately caught my eye.....and not in a good way.

He was about 30-years old, no socks, no jersey, no helmet, no water bottle, no fanny pack for supplies, BUT he did have yellow spandex/lycra riding shorts on, apparently to match his LeMond, because there is no other reason in this entire world why someone would purchase yellow shorts.

The light changed and he hunched over into his aerobars, with buckets of sweat running down onto the asphalt--it is almost 90 degrees today. As he rolled past me, I witnesses his mini-man boobs in the inverted tee-pee position and his shorts pulled up to the middle of his back. Gag me with a spoon.

As we know, I am not Style Man, but this was a cycling atrocity that no citizen should have to witness.

My new ride....

I was so bummed when bike-shop-guy said my race bike had a crack in the frame. The day I was riding it, it was extremely difficult to handle and I thought I had broken a few spokes. I was doing a very hilly ride and had to walk my bike down one of the descents, because I could not control it.






I test rode this frame and was really surprised with the results. I wanted something snappy and responsive (like my other bike) but it needed to have a smooth ride. The Cervelo R3 was the winner.


You can't tell I had 3 years of photography classses, huh?!

Boots'n Balls.....

Meet Joe Construction Worker. He pulled out from his construction site, right in front of me, as I was descending at 40 m.p.h. It scared the absoulte bejezzus out of me!!!

I wish I were wearing these:

Instead of these:

So, I could have kicked him in these: