Trail Magic at the winery

I have done posts in the past about trail magic.

Trail magic, be it on a hike or on a bike, is when a complete stranger does something for you out of the goodness of their heart. There is no tangible or monetary reward for the giver of the magic, he or she simply does it because they want to…

I have been the recipient more than once… Continue reading “Trail Magic at the winery”

Paying it forward

As we all know, I am cold and callous, it works well for me. I am not quite a “HEY YOU KIDS! GET OFF MY LAWN!” curmudgeon, but I am taking lessons to get there!

That being said, when I am on the bike, riding for fun, a training ride, or a commute, I always ask the riders changing tires or fiddling with their bikes if they need anything. Over the years it has become a automatic reflex. Most of the time I ask on the fly, and keep going when I hear “NOPE!’ or “I’m GOOD!”, so it was a bit of a surprise when I heard “YES I DO!”…. Continue reading “Paying it forward”

You can’t get mad if it’s your on damn fault!

So here I am, back in Spokane, sitting downstairs and sipping the crappy (but free) glass of red wine. I am relaxing a bit before I teach my final (let’s say that again FINAL) class of the project I’ve been on since July.  Today’s trip was not out of the ordinary in the least, but thinking back, I could’ve been unhappy, cranky, or mad more than once.

Thing is, most of these were my own fault… Continue reading “You can’t get mad if it’s your on damn fault!”

Mountain Karma

Have you ever had one of those phrases that someone uses that you like so much that you adopt it?  My friends, over the years, have picked up one of ones I’ve coined (though they generally point it at me) B P O C (Bastard Piece of Crap).  OK it’s not a NICE phrase, but when appropriate, it fulfills a specific need to call someone a unique name.

The one I am referring to in this post though, was first heard by me while climbing Mt. Baker.   It was a windy afternoon, and the guide was warning us to hold on to our trash.  (Wrappers from candy or power bars.)  It was a simple sentence but it resonates with me to this day.   Continue reading “Mountain Karma”

The Moment

I have commented MANY times since I started this game, that you NEVER know what it is that will inspire a post.  Scary enough, since I began in Mid January of this year, I have posted damn near every day.  I keep thinking, “Sometime I will slow down!”  Or “Sometime I will run out of stuff to write about.” I keep thinking it, but it doesn’t happen.

Now, I am pretty darn sure that the only two people who have read every post I have written are my lovely wife Michelle and Mom!  But I know, that there are a lot of you that read a lot of the posts.  and I just want to say thanks!

I start this post this way, because tonight, after a night out with our friend Kaye, and a long day at work I had no stinkin clue what, or IF I was going to do a post.  but then it happened. Continue reading “The Moment”

My Good Deed for the Week

You know, I can commute home for weeks, taking the same route, and nothing overly memorable or different happens.  I’m OK with that.  When I bike commute, I am honestly trying to get home to my wife as soon as possible, while getting my exercise at the same time!  Non-memorable means nothing goes wrong 🙂

But then there is a commute like todays.  Nothing bad happened at all!  My legs were tired as I haven’t completely recovered from the Crater Lake Century, but it didn’t affect me too much.   Even so,  it will be a commute I remember for quite a while!  Continue reading “My Good Deed for the Week”

If only….

Ok, Ok.  By now the frequent readers of this site are tired of hearing about my stolen bike.  I get it.  Its been over a week, I have a new bike, time to move on pal, suck it up butter cup!  There’s real tragedy out there.

Yep I agree, so you will all be happy to know, that barring finding the bike, this will be the last post on the old bike.  Time to put it to bed.  So I’ve decided to have some fun with this.  My buddy Rob asked me a question that got me pondering.  “What will I do if I find the dirt bag that has my bike??” Continue reading “If only….”