Riding the birthday years

Funny thing about us cyclists. We do our best to come up with reasons to ride. Just for the bragging rights and a patch, we will ride 200+ miles from Seattle to Portland in a day.

Or 150 miles and 10000 feet of climbing on a hot summer day.

But there doesn’t need to be a patch. Somewhere along the way some cyclist came up with the birthday years ride… Continue reading “Riding the birthday years”

Sometimes the Hubby has a Good Idea

Ladies and gents, I do my best. But lord knows, NO husband is perfect. Being guys, we are adept at saying, wearing or doing the wrong thing at a moments notice. Case in point, the time I wore cargo shorts, a tshirt and a Cougar Baseball cap to a pretty high classed wine tasting thing at the Barking Frog. When we were almost there, I noticed Michelle had dressed up. I checked out my shorts, sandals and tshirt and asked “Should I have put on something nice for this?” She just patted my arm and smiled.

In fact, today, our friend Mary told her she was a saint and would go straight to heaven as my wife. Lord knows it aint easy!

Sometimes though, I make up for it! Continue reading “Sometimes the Hubby has a Good Idea”

Riding your age

A few years ago, I learned of a cycling tradition. On your birthday you are supposed to ride your new age. I kinda like this idea, as anything that gets me out on two wheels is a good thing. However, I am pretty sure the guy or gal who started this was still in the 20s, and had a July birthday. Why? Because when you are in your 50s and have a November birthday this is MUCH more challenging.

Therefore I have made some modifications… Continue reading “Riding your age”

I felt the Magic and never lost it!

I have kind of been on a roll here with my posts about being a Washington State University Cougar.  Go COUGS!  I thought, though, I should explain why I am being inspired to write so many of these lately.  A week from Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, is the Applecup.  

Holding the Apple Cup!
Holding the Apple Cup!

This is our annual rivalry game.  There is no time during the rest of the year that the Crimson and Gray blood of my COUG faithful pumps harder. 

Winning this game can save an otherwise dismal season (as it did last year). 

COUGS WIN!
COUGS WIN!

Losing this game can put a taint on an otherwise perfect record, one that won’t be forgotten ever.  I look forward to it every year, and I get louder than normal the week before hand.  When we win, Husky fans avoid me like the plague at work.  When we lose, I am already fired up for next year.

Today, though, during my lunch time walk, I realized something.  This game was my first introduction to what it meant to be a COUG! Continue reading “I felt the Magic and never lost it!”