Ok,
So, to answer that question. I don't think every cyclist that wins a pro race is a doper, but when there are surprising amazing feats of strength out of somebody that usually or historically hasn't been that strong, then you have to wonder. That was the case with Ricco, and Schumacher, and to a certain extent Kohl.....
Back in the 90s that wasn't the case because everybody was doping, but now it is not that case. I have to truly believe that the sport is way cleaner now than in the past. I need to believe that, because I love this sport and have been following it for over 20 plus years. It is the only thing I follow closely.
The anti-doping advocates are out there. Pros are pissed that people keep screwing things up for everybody else. Now every time a positive comes in, a sponsor leaves or coverage gets pulled. That is not good for anybody, and not good for signing contracts. Anyway.....refining by fire, you burn away the crap to get back to the true metal, the Gold....
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Barf
So, Lance is coming back.
Barf, hack, wretch...
That is the sound of me losing my lunch.
Just when things were getting good. Now we get to hear a whole bunch about him and not enough about all the other great, up and coming riders. Now I will have to answer a million questions about Lanc's comeback at work. Yeah, Excitement.
I think I just saw Levi jump off the Golden Gate Bridge.
Barf, hack, wretch...
That is the sound of me losing my lunch.
Just when things were getting good. Now we get to hear a whole bunch about him and not enough about all the other great, up and coming riders. Now I will have to answer a million questions about Lanc's comeback at work. Yeah, Excitement.
I think I just saw Levi jump off the Golden Gate Bridge.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Nice
Last Saturday I got out of bed at 4:30, and threw on my kit to meet Beers and a bunch of other dudes at his house to roll for 3 to 4 hours. I needed to drop a check off for the contractor so I decided to leave early and head over to his house and then turn east and make my way to Mike’s.
If I leave by 5:15 I would have plenty of time, but when I grabbed my bike….I had a flat. Now I was pushin it. Rolled out of the drive way at 5:25. Need to motor to make it. So much for a nice easy spinning warm up. Dark....Can’t really see, but blast forward.
I am rolling, cruzing the City streets. My shadow chasing and passing me, as I move under each streetlight. I remember when I was a kid when me and my partners in crime would head out at night on our bikes. I remember back then the same shadow, chasing me and then catching me. The shadow has changed over the years, but the same yellow streetlight illuminates the way. Baggy pants and ball cap, traded for spandex and Styrofoam lid. The feeling is still the same. So many great memories of warm summer nights, riding the bike. We were not necessarily looking for trouble, but occasionally we would find it.
Riding through the neighborhoods and residential streets, swapping leads with my shadow. I hit Bullard and Cedar and roll into the field north of State U. Lights are gone now and so is my shadow. Just me and the silhouette of the Sierra out in front. The turquoises blue of the early morning dawn the only light. Can’t really see the road, but I know its there. Nothing to get in the way. Rhythmic breathing and the turning of pedals. I love that feeling. Out on the bike before dawn, riding into a new day. Heading up into the hills, finally the sun hits you and the cold vanishes into a void of early day warmth. No cars……just breathing and the rhythm of the pedals turning. Black stretch of road just keeps on coming. Undulating, curving, rolling past the signs of other peoples lives. Lost in the midst of the moment. Oak trees and filtered sun are the only companions of the road. The road just keeps on going, until you make that turn into the driveway and you start dreaming of the next meeting with your shadow. The next time the wheels touch the road…..and it is nothing but breathing and turning.
If I leave by 5:15 I would have plenty of time, but when I grabbed my bike….I had a flat. Now I was pushin it. Rolled out of the drive way at 5:25. Need to motor to make it. So much for a nice easy spinning warm up. Dark....Can’t really see, but blast forward.
I am rolling, cruzing the City streets. My shadow chasing and passing me, as I move under each streetlight. I remember when I was a kid when me and my partners in crime would head out at night on our bikes. I remember back then the same shadow, chasing me and then catching me. The shadow has changed over the years, but the same yellow streetlight illuminates the way. Baggy pants and ball cap, traded for spandex and Styrofoam lid. The feeling is still the same. So many great memories of warm summer nights, riding the bike. We were not necessarily looking for trouble, but occasionally we would find it.
Riding through the neighborhoods and residential streets, swapping leads with my shadow. I hit Bullard and Cedar and roll into the field north of State U. Lights are gone now and so is my shadow. Just me and the silhouette of the Sierra out in front. The turquoises blue of the early morning dawn the only light. Can’t really see the road, but I know its there. Nothing to get in the way. Rhythmic breathing and the turning of pedals. I love that feeling. Out on the bike before dawn, riding into a new day. Heading up into the hills, finally the sun hits you and the cold vanishes into a void of early day warmth. No cars……just breathing and the rhythm of the pedals turning. Black stretch of road just keeps on coming. Undulating, curving, rolling past the signs of other peoples lives. Lost in the midst of the moment. Oak trees and filtered sun are the only companions of the road. The road just keeps on going, until you make that turn into the driveway and you start dreaming of the next meeting with your shadow. The next time the wheels touch the road…..and it is nothing but breathing and turning.
Later
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
The Games We Play
Well, I finally have some time to write something down. Why? Cause I am waiting at the airport. Another one of those trips where I spent a 14 hour day for a one hour meeting. Well this time it was two meetings, actually one meeting with some pissed off developers and a presentation to the Big Gorilla.
Actually, the developers weren’t pissed until they heard what we had to say. It’s a long story, but I will try to tell the short version. You see, I am an infrastructure planner, developers love my stories, or they hate them. Good news, or bad, but never in-between. Yes or no, never maybe. Engineers like definite answers, no room for shades of grey. Yet, there is always grey. That’s what makes a good planner, being able to ferret out the important black and white and massage the grey to make it work. What are the hot buttons, who are the people involved, it’s a game, just like any. Deliver the message the right way so the right people like it, while still making sure the engineering is sound.
Anyway, we have this client, a Big Gorilla down in the jungle. They are in a tough spot as they need to make some improvements, and they have needed to do them for a while. Well, the projects only cost about 120 million bucks. They can’t bring in development unless they make the improvements, and they can’t construct the improvements unless they get some money from developers.
Anyway, these two guys, they got 50 acres, right, a mere speck in the Big Gorilla’s forest. Well, they want to build some houses. Can’t do that unless you got some place for the crap to go, right? Well, anyway, the Big Gorilla has been telling them, “sure you can connect, all you need to do is pay Joe Engineers to do this study, right.” Except the Gorilla already knows the answer, No capacity…….So they show up at the meeting where we tell them, “Sorry mates, no capacity”. The dude looks at us and calls the whole thing a set up, and starts spouting about litigation and lawyers and all that good finger pointing stuff. We say, hey man were just the messenger, but actually they weren’t pissed at us, just the fact that they have millions of dollars on the line and yet, they have to jump through another hoop.
We felt like some chumps…..you see….the Gig Gorilla needs money, and Joe developers got some (at least right now) and Joe developers, they really want this project to happen, right. So the Big Gorilla uses us to leverage Joe developer and squeeze some lunch money out of them. Except, these Joes are not going to back down, there like that scrawny kid who fights back, kickin and scratching, held up by his shirt collar as his feet swing two feet off the ground.
We got played as the middle man, and Joe was pissed, F-bombs dropping like its going out of style…….poor schmucks. You can tell they are under the gun. Looking at losing it all, the thing is, Big Gorilla needs them, or needs their money, but Big Gorilla needs them to sweat a little so they may agree to kickin down a little more than they would otherwise.
Playin with people like that ain’t right, but we had to keep our mouths shut, cause, you never know when that BIG contract could be right around the corner, and self preservation is the name of the game in Jungle. Big Gorilla dishing out bananas to those that scratch his back.
It’s a sick game.
Actually, the developers weren’t pissed until they heard what we had to say. It’s a long story, but I will try to tell the short version. You see, I am an infrastructure planner, developers love my stories, or they hate them. Good news, or bad, but never in-between. Yes or no, never maybe. Engineers like definite answers, no room for shades of grey. Yet, there is always grey. That’s what makes a good planner, being able to ferret out the important black and white and massage the grey to make it work. What are the hot buttons, who are the people involved, it’s a game, just like any. Deliver the message the right way so the right people like it, while still making sure the engineering is sound.
Anyway, we have this client, a Big Gorilla down in the jungle. They are in a tough spot as they need to make some improvements, and they have needed to do them for a while. Well, the projects only cost about 120 million bucks. They can’t bring in development unless they make the improvements, and they can’t construct the improvements unless they get some money from developers.
Anyway, these two guys, they got 50 acres, right, a mere speck in the Big Gorilla’s forest. Well, they want to build some houses. Can’t do that unless you got some place for the crap to go, right? Well, anyway, the Big Gorilla has been telling them, “sure you can connect, all you need to do is pay Joe Engineers to do this study, right.” Except the Gorilla already knows the answer, No capacity…….So they show up at the meeting where we tell them, “Sorry mates, no capacity”. The dude looks at us and calls the whole thing a set up, and starts spouting about litigation and lawyers and all that good finger pointing stuff. We say, hey man were just the messenger, but actually they weren’t pissed at us, just the fact that they have millions of dollars on the line and yet, they have to jump through another hoop.
We felt like some chumps…..you see….the Gig Gorilla needs money, and Joe developers got some (at least right now) and Joe developers, they really want this project to happen, right. So the Big Gorilla uses us to leverage Joe developer and squeeze some lunch money out of them. Except, these Joes are not going to back down, there like that scrawny kid who fights back, kickin and scratching, held up by his shirt collar as his feet swing two feet off the ground.
We got played as the middle man, and Joe was pissed, F-bombs dropping like its going out of style…….poor schmucks. You can tell they are under the gun. Looking at losing it all, the thing is, Big Gorilla needs them, or needs their money, but Big Gorilla needs them to sweat a little so they may agree to kickin down a little more than they would otherwise.
Playin with people like that ain’t right, but we had to keep our mouths shut, cause, you never know when that BIG contract could be right around the corner, and self preservation is the name of the game in Jungle. Big Gorilla dishing out bananas to those that scratch his back.
It’s a sick game.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Demo, Dust and Respirators
I spent the 3-day weekend ripping out the majority of my new old house. Using sledge hammers, pry bars......saws all, now there is a tool. Need to take down a wall, just cut the sucker in half.
Before
After
All I can say is that the carpet in the hall.....Nasty.....!
It is amazing how much different a place can look once you rip half the stuff out.
I can see it......
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Carpets
Who ever heard of Carpet in a bathroom. Especially around the toilet. The whole place smells like pee. Yesterday a crowd of about 10 contractors descended upon the new place. Ideas were flowing like mad and all I could think about was, 'how in the hell am I going to pay for all of this".
Problems one never even think about come up, and must be fixed. I realized years ago that remodeling projects can go down two separate paths. The right way or the cheap and easy was. Sometimes the cheap and easy way works, but for big projects, they need to be done right.
That only means one thing.
$$
and lots of it..........
Check out the built in sound system
Problems one never even think about come up, and must be fixed. I realized years ago that remodeling projects can go down two separate paths. The right way or the cheap and easy was. Sometimes the cheap and easy way works, but for big projects, they need to be done right.
That only means one thing.
$$
and lots of it..........
Check out the built in sound system
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