Monday was another one of those 15 to 1 ratio days, except the client was late and we only met for 45 minutes. Nice. It is always interesting going to the SF airport. What a great place to people watch, travelers struggling to lug their oversized carry-ons and micro-suit cases.
There is always the usual victims, the frazzled coat and tie, hippy trustafarian on his way to Nepal, or whatever is the new cool place to go using grand-ma’s money. The retired gamblers on their way to Las Vegas to play the nickel slots. Great place to see all the latest in high tech gadgets, everybody’s got a freakin lap-top and smart phone. People would rather watch DVD’s on their computer than simply read a book. That always amazes me, all the good books out there and you can’t wait to fire up the computer and watch Die-Hard for the 20th time.
Seeing how it is Turkey week, the airports are especially packed. Alberta, Chicago, Phoenix, Eugene, Salt Lake City, they all do it the Airport shuffle. It is amazing how people can be so tan in November, and I don’t think I have ever seen so many little dogs in little dog carrying bags.
So many people, smiling, scowling, tired, little kids cruzing with their bags looking around at all the newness there is to see. Old men, black socks and sandals, college kids on their way home, short shorts and Ugg Boots.
Enough of that airport fun.......
Last Saturday I hooked up with Dan, Mike and Jim to catch the 5:30 morning ride. Put in three plus hours and be home for Soccer. I suggested 211 to Spring Valley and then home. Sounds good. I love 211, what a nice ride. A snaking little back road with minimal traffic, some climbs but nothing that will destroy ya. Mike and Jim had to turn around and be back by 8. Dan and I roll along and we get passed by a dude in a silver 1984 BMW and he waves with a gracious grin. How are you doooing. We ride on chatting as we spin the 25 up the steepest part of the climb, chatting, smiling, taking in the sunrise and feeling lucky to be out. Really, that is an important thing to think about, we are lucky to be out. With all that life deals you and other responsibilities it is such a luxury to have free time to ride.
We continue on and I tell Dan about how every time I ride this road somebody stops to ask me directions to the local Indian Racheria and Casino. You see Table Mountain Rancheria opened up a casino near Millerton Lake about 15 miles out of town years ago and it has become quite a monster. You can roll past there any morning of the week at 7:00 am and the lot will be packed. It amazes me still that people would want to spend their time doing that. Oh well, I won’t get on that soap box. The endless traffic that rolls past on Friant and Auberry probably think the same thing about me.
“Why in the Hell would you want to ride you bike all the way out here? Put some freakin clothes on you spandex wearing fag, get off the freaking road!!!” As the bags of fast food trash and cigarette buts are ejected out the sun roof.
Anyway, it always happens, they come off the 99 to the 145 miss the right hand turn that takes you down to Friant and end up in nowwheresville with a pocket full of cash and no place to lose it.
“Yeah Dan happens every time”
“Really”
“No doubt”
Just then the dude in the 1984 Beamer, comes rippin around the corner, slams on his brakes rolls down the window. In broken English…”Hey, yous guys know where the Casino Table is?” Stalls the car.
Dan can’t control himself and has to roll away to keep from laughing in the guys face.
“I am really lost huh?”
‘Yeah Man…..You are”
So I give the dude some directions and he is off to lose his rent money.
Who will it be next time?
Holidays….
I have one more thing to add…….Went to the mall to get the chillins some new shoes.
I hate the freakin Mall…….
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Sight to behold
So, yesterday was my Birthday. I turned 35.
Don't really look into numbers so I can't really find any significance in 35. 5 tell 40, half past 30. Went for a 3-hour ride with 17 guys from the team. I was quite a nice size group. We just keep on growing ya'll, don't know what to say....Cool.
Got a few nice gifts from the fam and went to a very nice Dinner at Vini, Vidi, Vici down in the tower. Finn scored 4 goals in his soccer game. But the coolest thing of the day was this.
There she is on the bike....riding. Lovely!!
Don't really look into numbers so I can't really find any significance in 35. 5 tell 40, half past 30. Went for a 3-hour ride with 17 guys from the team. I was quite a nice size group. We just keep on growing ya'll, don't know what to say....Cool.
Got a few nice gifts from the fam and went to a very nice Dinner at Vini, Vidi, Vici down in the tower. Finn scored 4 goals in his soccer game. But the coolest thing of the day was this.
There she is on the bike....riding. Lovely!!
Friday, November 2, 2007
She Walks
Tracy got the Green light to ditch the crutches whenever she wants. Actually Dr Lindval said two more weeks with one crutch then .....crutches go bye bye. When he said it I was thinking two more weeks, F*%K that. But he went on and clarified, no, use them if you need them, don't want you to walk around limping.....feel it out.......test the muscles, cause girl...its going be a bit painful and stuff.
So, That was Monday and slowly this week they are going away. Nice, but she has had to deal with pain. Her muscles are sore from PT and her foot hurts. I guess three months with no pressure, then bang.....to have the ground pushing up on your foot would cause some uncomfortableness. Weird thing was, she went to her first PT session and rode the recumbent stationary bike, got a little sweat going. She said it felt really GOOD BABY.
That was Tuesday, on Wednesday she took a nose dive and had a horrible day. Discussed it with her homoeopathic chiro-doc-vitamin-herb-guru-dude and he tells her to take it slow, that after that long a period of time without any lactic acid in the system, then bang a big dose, it can send your mind for a loop. Depression, exhaustion.......He was right she felt it the next day, one of the worst days she has had in a long time. But once she heard from someone in the know that that is what was going on ...the fog lifted and she felt better knowing it was a chemical thing.
It is so great to see her smile and watch her walk a little. No crutches to get in the way of hugs. We will have to do something with those things. Suggestions Anyone?
Happy Belated Holloween!!!
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Ramblings of an Infrastructure Planner
I stare out the driver side window and look out over the miles and miles of row crops that stretch as far as the eye can see. The fruit basket of the west flows past me to the melodious drone of the tires on grooved asphalt. Cruising along at 75 they blow past in a blur of green and brown, occasionally broken up by a canal or ditch bank.
It is one of those glorious Fall afternoons, clear skies and the rear view mirror revels the towering Sierra Nevada. In front of me the Coast Range sticks up like a small distant cousin. The two ranges spilling their souls over the eons to form the alluvial plane that feeds the millions. It’s only an hour drive to The Baths, but it always seems longer. The ever-present fear of the mustachioed, Ray-Ban Pilot wearing, donut eating, CHP officer stroking the radar gun tucked between his legs. Toothpick tucked in the corner of his mouth.
I have been a consultant to the City of the Baths for several months now and an interesting image has come into my mind. This City is still growing on the back of the Bay. Like low-lying ground accepting the floodwaters, The Baths accepts the multitudes that spill over and escape the grip of the Tri-Valleys, and the rest of the I-580 corridor. The snaking trickle of that leading edge of the water wiggles its way to the lower portion of the garden searching out the lowest spot until it settles in and begins to percolate.
The people seek out something else that is lower. They look to the farthest reaches of their tolerance for the car and settle into a community, only to leave it for most of the day, then return on the backs of their octane powered chariots to settle into the 2 month old home in a 100 year old City. Nearly half of its residents commute to the Bay every day to work. If your job takes you to the City, then that’s 4 hours of driving a day.
I could not do it.
I was thinking about that statistic for a moment. Cities like Los Banos, Santa Nella, Patterson, Tracy, they have evolved from the beginning due to the need for a place to stop, transportation could not get you to where you wanted to go fast enough and you would need to rest. The clop, clop of the horse gets old and you need to wash the dust off. Trading posts evolved to refill your 1-horse powered chariot, and your thirst for a little brown bag. Eventually people settled down and raised cattle and planted a few things. But still, it was just a stop and the growing stalled. As transportation got better, there was no need to stop, and over the years the vitality diminished as people drove on past. Everybody knows the story, but now, new life, a new beginning. Transportation (the car) has gotten so easy that you can live and commute to the farthest reaches of your abilities. These cities have grabbed hold of this and built their communities on the daily transients. It has interesting ramifications on a City, gone by day return at night. Families living their lives apart from each other, separate realities.
The Cities die by the car, and now live again by the car. The black strip of asphalt becomes the new lifeline to economic vitality.
The City keeps on growing, stretching its tentacles farther and farther out into the soil and wetlands making room for more babies and flowerpots. But now, they want the people to stay, planning business parks, industrial centers and community college campuses. The thought is, eventually they will break down, grow weary of the wretched commute and crave something close, something community, something more in the backyard. So the City keeps on planning. Lying pipelines underground to carry the waste, building water lines and treatment plants to quench the thirst of the weary traveler. Revitalizing the City center, waiting for them to stay, walk, and stroll. Reluctantly they finally let go and say goodbye to the high rise and the culture they so long have grasped to still be a part of.
Finally, again, the beginning of a new life, or so they hope.
It is one of those glorious Fall afternoons, clear skies and the rear view mirror revels the towering Sierra Nevada. In front of me the Coast Range sticks up like a small distant cousin. The two ranges spilling their souls over the eons to form the alluvial plane that feeds the millions. It’s only an hour drive to The Baths, but it always seems longer. The ever-present fear of the mustachioed, Ray-Ban Pilot wearing, donut eating, CHP officer stroking the radar gun tucked between his legs. Toothpick tucked in the corner of his mouth.
I have been a consultant to the City of the Baths for several months now and an interesting image has come into my mind. This City is still growing on the back of the Bay. Like low-lying ground accepting the floodwaters, The Baths accepts the multitudes that spill over and escape the grip of the Tri-Valleys, and the rest of the I-580 corridor. The snaking trickle of that leading edge of the water wiggles its way to the lower portion of the garden searching out the lowest spot until it settles in and begins to percolate.
The people seek out something else that is lower. They look to the farthest reaches of their tolerance for the car and settle into a community, only to leave it for most of the day, then return on the backs of their octane powered chariots to settle into the 2 month old home in a 100 year old City. Nearly half of its residents commute to the Bay every day to work. If your job takes you to the City, then that’s 4 hours of driving a day.
I could not do it.
I was thinking about that statistic for a moment. Cities like Los Banos, Santa Nella, Patterson, Tracy, they have evolved from the beginning due to the need for a place to stop, transportation could not get you to where you wanted to go fast enough and you would need to rest. The clop, clop of the horse gets old and you need to wash the dust off. Trading posts evolved to refill your 1-horse powered chariot, and your thirst for a little brown bag. Eventually people settled down and raised cattle and planted a few things. But still, it was just a stop and the growing stalled. As transportation got better, there was no need to stop, and over the years the vitality diminished as people drove on past. Everybody knows the story, but now, new life, a new beginning. Transportation (the car) has gotten so easy that you can live and commute to the farthest reaches of your abilities. These cities have grabbed hold of this and built their communities on the daily transients. It has interesting ramifications on a City, gone by day return at night. Families living their lives apart from each other, separate realities.
The Cities die by the car, and now live again by the car. The black strip of asphalt becomes the new lifeline to economic vitality.
The City keeps on growing, stretching its tentacles farther and farther out into the soil and wetlands making room for more babies and flowerpots. But now, they want the people to stay, planning business parks, industrial centers and community college campuses. The thought is, eventually they will break down, grow weary of the wretched commute and crave something close, something community, something more in the backyard. So the City keeps on planning. Lying pipelines underground to carry the waste, building water lines and treatment plants to quench the thirst of the weary traveler. Revitalizing the City center, waiting for them to stay, walk, and stroll. Reluctantly they finally let go and say goodbye to the high rise and the culture they so long have grasped to still be a part of.
Finally, again, the beginning of a new life, or so they hope.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Power-Tap vs. iBike
So I am delving into the world of power measurement. Like I really want to see how much, or not enough power I can kick out when I try to turn them over.
Borrowed an iBike from my Brother who went over to Ireland for the year and decided to give his body a break. It’s one of those back calculate wattage sort of deals that takes into account wind speed, road angle, combined rider and bike weight, moon phase to take into consideration tidal forces on the earth’s gravitational field. Runs some sick algorithm to tell you how much pain your in.
So I strapped it on the handlebars a few weeks ago and have been riding around with it. I am a minimalist when it comes to having things strapped to my machine. I like the lines simple, clean and elegant. The less the better, so I wasn’t to impressed with the size of the thing, and there was no stem mount option which isn’t really that big a deal, but I like to run with the forearms on the bars sometimes and computers mounted there get in the way, and throw off my total one-ness with the position.
Then a good friend let me borrow a Power Tap, so I thought, “Lets run both and compare the wattage to see the difference.” Unfortunately, I don’t have the download cable yet for the PT, then I could do real comparison and get statistical and all that. I could manipulate the results to say whatever I wanted. Kind of like industry sponsored research projects.
Anyway, the PT is a much more streamlined unit with a stem mount option. The controls are very intuitive, unlike the iBike where you are risking certain death trying to navigate the controls without reading the instruction.
Just like any new piece of software, I like to try and operate it without looking at the instructions, if you can figure most things out by intuition, then I feel the designers have done a good job. But that is a minor point. The big question is how do the units compare. Which one gives me the most bang for the buck, so that I can try to squeeze out every last bit of sick wattage.
Well, I noticed that the iBike was approximately +- 50 watts to the PT when you got above 150, and when you check in at 185, it is pretty easy to hit that mark once the road tilts up even a fraction. The PT was much more stable with both running output ever 1 second. Plus the PT has virtual cadence, which I guess is pretty cool. I think the real issue is cost, $300, versus, over $1000 (you can get a PT brand new for $800 or so on Ebay).
Anyway who really cares, just something to occupy the mind when you are numbing it during intervals.
All this talk of wattage and output files, calculation time steps and the like. Dangaa……I feel like I am at work. I remember when I would just go out and ride for fun. Me and the crew from the hood would roll at 5:05 am and try to beat the living crap out of each other. Man, I remember having to get all psyched up for the morning. Eat right, go to sleep early, and roll out of bed at 4:20, cup of coffee, banana, and march down the gravel drive in my mountain bike shoes to clip in.
It was always a race, mostly smiling faces, but sometimes nerves would get frayed. The goal was to get some exercise, ride faster than last time and stomp on your buddy, generally have a good time. Man…..I loved those morning rides, they led me to race my bike again, and the quest to get faster became all encompassing. How can I use my time more wisely, get the most out of my miles. When you can’t train 15 hours a week, you need every advantage you can get to help out. So now I am staring down at this little yellow box and letting it guide me.
Most of the Brothers understand, and go along with it, some even love the intervals, sprint training and slow base miles.
But every once in a while, we all just let it rip……I have to say, it is pure fun. Just like I was six again, rolling down the street in cut-offs, checkerboard slip-on vans, and a sleeveless Hulk tee, bruised knees and dirt under the fingernails.
Racing feels like that. Whether it is 5:05 in the Old Fig hood, or 1:30 in some coned off industrial park. Crazy, mad, sick fun.
Later
Borrowed an iBike from my Brother who went over to Ireland for the year and decided to give his body a break. It’s one of those back calculate wattage sort of deals that takes into account wind speed, road angle, combined rider and bike weight, moon phase to take into consideration tidal forces on the earth’s gravitational field. Runs some sick algorithm to tell you how much pain your in.
So I strapped it on the handlebars a few weeks ago and have been riding around with it. I am a minimalist when it comes to having things strapped to my machine. I like the lines simple, clean and elegant. The less the better, so I wasn’t to impressed with the size of the thing, and there was no stem mount option which isn’t really that big a deal, but I like to run with the forearms on the bars sometimes and computers mounted there get in the way, and throw off my total one-ness with the position.
Then a good friend let me borrow a Power Tap, so I thought, “Lets run both and compare the wattage to see the difference.” Unfortunately, I don’t have the download cable yet for the PT, then I could do real comparison and get statistical and all that. I could manipulate the results to say whatever I wanted. Kind of like industry sponsored research projects.
Anyway, the PT is a much more streamlined unit with a stem mount option. The controls are very intuitive, unlike the iBike where you are risking certain death trying to navigate the controls without reading the instruction.
Just like any new piece of software, I like to try and operate it without looking at the instructions, if you can figure most things out by intuition, then I feel the designers have done a good job. But that is a minor point. The big question is how do the units compare. Which one gives me the most bang for the buck, so that I can try to squeeze out every last bit of sick wattage.
Well, I noticed that the iBike was approximately +- 50 watts to the PT when you got above 150, and when you check in at 185, it is pretty easy to hit that mark once the road tilts up even a fraction. The PT was much more stable with both running output ever 1 second. Plus the PT has virtual cadence, which I guess is pretty cool. I think the real issue is cost, $300, versus, over $1000 (you can get a PT brand new for $800 or so on Ebay).
Anyway who really cares, just something to occupy the mind when you are numbing it during intervals.
All this talk of wattage and output files, calculation time steps and the like. Dangaa……I feel like I am at work. I remember when I would just go out and ride for fun. Me and the crew from the hood would roll at 5:05 am and try to beat the living crap out of each other. Man, I remember having to get all psyched up for the morning. Eat right, go to sleep early, and roll out of bed at 4:20, cup of coffee, banana, and march down the gravel drive in my mountain bike shoes to clip in.
It was always a race, mostly smiling faces, but sometimes nerves would get frayed. The goal was to get some exercise, ride faster than last time and stomp on your buddy, generally have a good time. Man…..I loved those morning rides, they led me to race my bike again, and the quest to get faster became all encompassing. How can I use my time more wisely, get the most out of my miles. When you can’t train 15 hours a week, you need every advantage you can get to help out. So now I am staring down at this little yellow box and letting it guide me.
Most of the Brothers understand, and go along with it, some even love the intervals, sprint training and slow base miles.
But every once in a while, we all just let it rip……I have to say, it is pure fun. Just like I was six again, rolling down the street in cut-offs, checkerboard slip-on vans, and a sleeveless Hulk tee, bruised knees and dirt under the fingernails.
Racing feels like that. Whether it is 5:05 in the Old Fig hood, or 1:30 in some coned off industrial park. Crazy, mad, sick fun.
Later
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Ask and You Shall Receive
(Click to Inlarge)The shot on the right shows the fractures in the iliac. You can see the break that runs all the way down and into the joint space (acetabulum). The break actually starts as two fractures that come together. The two breaks created a large floating piece that needed to be stabilized. The lower break on the pubic bone, you can't really see, the circle shows what I thought was the break but it is actually on the right side as well.
On the left you an see the hardware used to stabilize the breaks. A 4 inch plate across the top of the iliac arch that was attached with 4 screws and a long pin. The longer plate was placed to stabilize the break of the acetablulum. Doc Lindval used 5 screws to fasten that sucker.
Friday, October 5, 2007
October 29th
This Tuesday will be eight weeks since surgery and Tracy has been progressing well. We finally went to her second post-op check up last Monday and things are looking good. She was released to drive and her time on crutches was cut by one week.
So the big day is now set at October 29th. No more freaking crutches, walker or wheelchair. There have been times when I thought Tracy was going to chuck them through the window. Be rid of the offensive aluminum sticks that have for the last 8 weeks become her surrogate appendages.
Although, at that point I will be at a certain disadvantage. You see, now I can hear her coming. The distinctive click, click, click of the crutches lets me know when she is rounding the corner. The one thing that has been plaguing her the last 5 weeks is post concussion vertigo.
It started in the middle of the night. Tracy woke me up and was panicking. The world was spinning and she was terrified. Like one of those drunken nights where you need to hang your foot off the side of the bed and place it on the ground to make everything better. That is until you end up puking all over the floor next to toilet, if you make it that far. It comes and goes, is the worst in the morning but sometimes lasts all day. She saw a neurologist yesterday and he said that in 90% of these cases it will go away in a couple of months. She is excited to start physical therapy and we have a clinic picked out that is owned and operated by a couple local riders. They do PT, and positional exercises that help with vestibular issues that cause vertigo.
It will be good for her to have an outlet, to push her body and sweat. We are really looking forward to the 29th. My B-Day is the 3rd of November, so everybody be thinking about what you want to get me. Tracy walking will be one of the best presents I could ever get. Although, a power tap would be a close second.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Ramblings
My friend Brian Boudreau was hit by a car while going out to the 5:30 am ride two weeks ago. The lady that hit him was not looking and creamed him from behind. Fractured his femur in three places, broke 6 ribs, badly bruised his shoulder and punctured his lung.
Man…..what a bout of bad news we have faced lately. The secretary from the office got a call the other morning. Her 20 year old brother was killed while driving to work early on Monday. A good friend breaks the news that his wife has breast cancer, and a coworkers fiancé was in an automobile accident in Belfast and he had to jump on a plane Friday afternoon go take care of her.
Bad news rolling in like the tide, nothing can stop it. It just keeps on coming. Sometimes it is hard to find perspective.
I got an e-mail from someone close questioning why we ride bikes and weather it is safe. He is a rider and someone who has left the sport in the past, found the love again and has become addicted to it.
Ah the ride….roll out of the driveway and down the street, into the hills or across town. I have enjoyed the freedom for so long, it is hard to imagine life without it. How much caution do we need to take. Is it worth it?
I was having a conversation with Tracy the other day. We were discussing how every person we know who has been riding for any considerable length of time has been involved in some sort of crash. Racing, riding, training, crashing….they all seem to go together. Does it mean that we stop doing what we love, what makes us feel alive? Think about all the hours that all those people have spent on the bike. Hundreds of thousands of hours spent on the bike that not only create a healthy person, but also show your kids that a healthy lifestyle is good. Do you need to ride your bike to stay healthy? No….but who wants to spend all that time in the four walls of some club. Get out and feel the wind in your face.
I have a friend from Holland and she was telling me how they used to ride their bikes everywhere when they were younger. 10 miles to school, 6 miles to swim practice. In Holland….Think about the weather in Holland, partly cloudy with a little sun and a few showers is a great day. Now she tells me that her sister and brother in law have two cars and drive everywhere. Their kids are overweight. They drive everywhere, and gas is 8 bucks a gallon. They are both overweight. She thinks that wealth has made them lazy…..interesting concept. Have to think about that.
My last post was about the passion of it all, the need, the itch to get out and ride. How important is fulfilling that need in your life. I got a comment form a guy from Tucson about how his wife was thrown from a horse and spent two years recovering. They stopped risking, living, riding for a while and they realized that they felt dead inside. Irritated, frustrated. The most interesting thing was that the kids could feel it in them as well. They realized that living is better than cowering in fear.
Adrenalin can be addicting, but I am not talking about adrenalin. I am talking about feeling your body working, moving your muscles and getting out in the air and taking it all in. Feeling the sun on your face, close your eyes and feel it through your skin. Experiencing, living it, loving it.
For me it really comes down to this. Do you trust God with your safety? I am not saying test the limits or devote your whole life to it. I am saying you can’t be afraid to live. The fact remains, rain falls on everyone, and how you deal with it is the real question, the test. Adversity brings out the real person in you and it is so important to find out who that real person is.
Why do we crash and get hurt. Sometimes crap just happens, but sometimes the surgeon has to make a few cuts to fix the problem.
My 2 cents
Man…..what a bout of bad news we have faced lately. The secretary from the office got a call the other morning. Her 20 year old brother was killed while driving to work early on Monday. A good friend breaks the news that his wife has breast cancer, and a coworkers fiancé was in an automobile accident in Belfast and he had to jump on a plane Friday afternoon go take care of her.
Bad news rolling in like the tide, nothing can stop it. It just keeps on coming. Sometimes it is hard to find perspective.
I got an e-mail from someone close questioning why we ride bikes and weather it is safe. He is a rider and someone who has left the sport in the past, found the love again and has become addicted to it.
Ah the ride….roll out of the driveway and down the street, into the hills or across town. I have enjoyed the freedom for so long, it is hard to imagine life without it. How much caution do we need to take. Is it worth it?
I was having a conversation with Tracy the other day. We were discussing how every person we know who has been riding for any considerable length of time has been involved in some sort of crash. Racing, riding, training, crashing….they all seem to go together. Does it mean that we stop doing what we love, what makes us feel alive? Think about all the hours that all those people have spent on the bike. Hundreds of thousands of hours spent on the bike that not only create a healthy person, but also show your kids that a healthy lifestyle is good. Do you need to ride your bike to stay healthy? No….but who wants to spend all that time in the four walls of some club. Get out and feel the wind in your face.
I have a friend from Holland and she was telling me how they used to ride their bikes everywhere when they were younger. 10 miles to school, 6 miles to swim practice. In Holland….Think about the weather in Holland, partly cloudy with a little sun and a few showers is a great day. Now she tells me that her sister and brother in law have two cars and drive everywhere. Their kids are overweight. They drive everywhere, and gas is 8 bucks a gallon. They are both overweight. She thinks that wealth has made them lazy…..interesting concept. Have to think about that.
My last post was about the passion of it all, the need, the itch to get out and ride. How important is fulfilling that need in your life. I got a comment form a guy from Tucson about how his wife was thrown from a horse and spent two years recovering. They stopped risking, living, riding for a while and they realized that they felt dead inside. Irritated, frustrated. The most interesting thing was that the kids could feel it in them as well. They realized that living is better than cowering in fear.
Adrenalin can be addicting, but I am not talking about adrenalin. I am talking about feeling your body working, moving your muscles and getting out in the air and taking it all in. Feeling the sun on your face, close your eyes and feel it through your skin. Experiencing, living it, loving it.
For me it really comes down to this. Do you trust God with your safety? I am not saying test the limits or devote your whole life to it. I am saying you can’t be afraid to live. The fact remains, rain falls on everyone, and how you deal with it is the real question, the test. Adversity brings out the real person in you and it is so important to find out who that real person is.
Why do we crash and get hurt. Sometimes crap just happens, but sometimes the surgeon has to make a few cuts to fix the problem.
My 2 cents
Friday, September 21, 2007
15 to 1 Ratio
So….. I have been working for a client down in Riverside County and we have monthly progress meetings in Lake Elsinore.
Take 4 flights:
Get up at 3:45 am jump in the shower and rush out the door at 4:20. Get to the airport at 4: 35 and grab my ticket for the 5:15 flight to San Francisco. Come around the corner and see a huge line for security. That’s ok….still got some time.
Hump……Waiting…..Dam this line is moving slow. There is a couple in front of me, looks like they are going on some trip to the City. Quarter to five, pitch black outside and she has got her visor on to shield her eyes from the glare. Tight grey turtleneck and black stretch pants.
I really shouldn’t talk. I lost my glasses two weeks ago and have resorted to wearing my prescription sunglasses in the office, at night, watching TV, in meetings. What a dork. Anyway,….This lady in front of me is obviously ticked that the line is taking so long…….grumble, grumble, grumble.
Wife: “This is awful”
Husband: shrug look over, “huh”
Wife: “Oh guy…..this is awful”
Husband: shrug look over, “huh”
Wife: “You know what this is like”
Husband: Shrug, “huh”
Wife: “This is like a colonoscopy first thing in the morning”
Nice. Instantly I have an all too vivid picture in my head of something I don’t want to be thinking about.
Wife: “What is taking so long, Is this lotion more than 3 ounces, what a pain”
Husband: Shrug and look away as if he has heard this griping for 30 years. In one ear and out the other.
We get up to the security boarding pass ticket checker person and she asks the couple for their tickets and ID’s.
Wife: This is awful…..we have been flying for years.
The ticket checker looks and gives her a smile like, “Shut up, I could care less, just move along and get going. It is people like you that make this whole process slower than it needs to be.”
Ticket Checker: Bye, Bye……Like that SNL skit with the flight attendants
Bye, Bye……Now get out.
So we keep moving along snaking through the line, you know the type. Up and down like at Disneyland. We get to the conveyor belts for the x-ray machine and I am faced with a decision. Right lane or left? Right looks good, but there are a couple of ladies struggling to take off their shoes. Left is the couple. The woman is still shaking her head.
I chose left, at least I will have some entertainment. Take off my shoes, get out the computer, take off the belt, remove any change. The couple in front is a zoo. She sends her carry on through but forgets her boarding pass.
Boarding pass…….
Wife: Oh…It is in my bag, this is awful.
She finally gets it and moves on through. By now the other line is moving like melted butter, but still I wait. Now it is the husband’s turn.
Boarding pass…….shuffle, shuffle. He digs it out of his pocket.
Please remove your jacket. Grumble, grumble, shuffle, shuffle
By now my flight is boarding. Finally, get through and run down the terminal. Reach the gate.
Passengers flight 6407 to San Francisco is delayed. Great.
It was only delayed for 10 minutes so I get to SF and make my connector to Ontario, get a ride down to Lake Elsinore and sit through a 1 hour meeting.
Time: 12:15. My flight leaves at 3:45 back to SF. Shuffle, shuffle, grumble, grumble. Go to lunch with the project manager from our Pasadena office. Lets just say there is not much to eat in Lake Elsinore.
Drive back to the airport and wait for an hour to catch the flight back to SF and then home. This guy comes up and stands against this wall where I am sitting and puts on his Bluetooth and starts talking to a buddy. There are tons of people around and he starts talking in this incredibly loud voice about everything he has been doing for the last couple of days. I don’t have a problem with someone having a discreet conversation in the background, but this guy was going into details that people really don’t need to hear about, complete with full on hand gestures and body movements to boot.
What was that phrase.......Too Much Information
Please, who really needs to here about your 30 minute facial and your 90 minute massage at the spa. I really don’t want to here about Jacky and how strong her hands are and how she really worked you. Please brother save it. I swear I was going to barf right on the spot.
Rolled into SF, grabbed a bento box and Sapporo and headed to my gate, jumped on the 6:00 CMB 120 and turbo propped back to the Berg.
Started my day at 3:45, I was in the car and heading home by 7:15.
15 hour day for a one hour meeting. Humm….something wrong with that picture. It still amazes me that we don't just teleconference. Face to face is how we need to do it. The old fashioned way. That way the client can see the consultant sweat. We live in a global economy and I am supposed to work efficiently with all this technology, but it still takes me 15 hours to complete a one-hour meeting.
Amazing.
Take 4 flights:
Get up at 3:45 am jump in the shower and rush out the door at 4:20. Get to the airport at 4: 35 and grab my ticket for the 5:15 flight to San Francisco. Come around the corner and see a huge line for security. That’s ok….still got some time.
Hump……Waiting…..Dam this line is moving slow. There is a couple in front of me, looks like they are going on some trip to the City. Quarter to five, pitch black outside and she has got her visor on to shield her eyes from the glare. Tight grey turtleneck and black stretch pants.
I really shouldn’t talk. I lost my glasses two weeks ago and have resorted to wearing my prescription sunglasses in the office, at night, watching TV, in meetings. What a dork. Anyway,….This lady in front of me is obviously ticked that the line is taking so long…….grumble, grumble, grumble.
Wife: “This is awful”
Husband: shrug look over, “huh”
Wife: “Oh guy…..this is awful”
Husband: shrug look over, “huh”
Wife: “You know what this is like”
Husband: Shrug, “huh”
Wife: “This is like a colonoscopy first thing in the morning”
Nice. Instantly I have an all too vivid picture in my head of something I don’t want to be thinking about.
Wife: “What is taking so long, Is this lotion more than 3 ounces, what a pain”
Husband: Shrug and look away as if he has heard this griping for 30 years. In one ear and out the other.
We get up to the security boarding pass ticket checker person and she asks the couple for their tickets and ID’s.
Wife: This is awful…..we have been flying for years.
The ticket checker looks and gives her a smile like, “Shut up, I could care less, just move along and get going. It is people like you that make this whole process slower than it needs to be.”
Ticket Checker: Bye, Bye……Like that SNL skit with the flight attendants
Bye, Bye……Now get out.
So we keep moving along snaking through the line, you know the type. Up and down like at Disneyland. We get to the conveyor belts for the x-ray machine and I am faced with a decision. Right lane or left? Right looks good, but there are a couple of ladies struggling to take off their shoes. Left is the couple. The woman is still shaking her head.
I chose left, at least I will have some entertainment. Take off my shoes, get out the computer, take off the belt, remove any change. The couple in front is a zoo. She sends her carry on through but forgets her boarding pass.
Boarding pass…….
Wife: Oh…It is in my bag, this is awful.
She finally gets it and moves on through. By now the other line is moving like melted butter, but still I wait. Now it is the husband’s turn.
Boarding pass…….shuffle, shuffle. He digs it out of his pocket.
Please remove your jacket. Grumble, grumble, shuffle, shuffle
By now my flight is boarding. Finally, get through and run down the terminal. Reach the gate.
Passengers flight 6407 to San Francisco is delayed. Great.
It was only delayed for 10 minutes so I get to SF and make my connector to Ontario, get a ride down to Lake Elsinore and sit through a 1 hour meeting.
Time: 12:15. My flight leaves at 3:45 back to SF. Shuffle, shuffle, grumble, grumble. Go to lunch with the project manager from our Pasadena office. Lets just say there is not much to eat in Lake Elsinore.
Drive back to the airport and wait for an hour to catch the flight back to SF and then home. This guy comes up and stands against this wall where I am sitting and puts on his Bluetooth and starts talking to a buddy. There are tons of people around and he starts talking in this incredibly loud voice about everything he has been doing for the last couple of days. I don’t have a problem with someone having a discreet conversation in the background, but this guy was going into details that people really don’t need to hear about, complete with full on hand gestures and body movements to boot.
What was that phrase.......Too Much Information
Please, who really needs to here about your 30 minute facial and your 90 minute massage at the spa. I really don’t want to here about Jacky and how strong her hands are and how she really worked you. Please brother save it. I swear I was going to barf right on the spot.
Rolled into SF, grabbed a bento box and Sapporo and headed to my gate, jumped on the 6:00 CMB 120 and turbo propped back to the Berg.
Started my day at 3:45, I was in the car and heading home by 7:15.
15 hour day for a one hour meeting. Humm….something wrong with that picture. It still amazes me that we don't just teleconference. Face to face is how we need to do it. The old fashioned way. That way the client can see the consultant sweat. We live in a global economy and I am supposed to work efficiently with all this technology, but it still takes me 15 hours to complete a one-hour meeting.
Amazing.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Passion ....
What is it worth?
The itch, the twitch, the need. What is it worth to love doing something? When you see someone you love hurt, broken, because of the passion. A game. The question ..........It comes around..................Not from me, but from others. You hear it in their voices, and they change the subject.
Do you continue?
I have never thought about stopping, the risk, the ......the ......Passion.
I have always been a overly competitive person. Hyper competitive. Toss in speed, arching turns and wind in the face. Rubbing elbows, going cross eyed and drooling. Ramp it up and throw down at 35, ...........BANG........hooked.
When I was younger there were many times when apologies flowed over competitive juice. Make or break friendships over a game. Rage, angst.....flex your muscles.....yell, scream and kick the cooler.
Sorry Man..........Heat of the moment. Some understand, some don't.
Years ago I learned that I was better, without the rage. Control is good, breath deep, focus on the moment.
Ball sport stopped being that years ago, but there has always been a need, a something to channel the competitive blood. For a long time climbing filled it, but in a different way. Pushing your limits while terrified. The battle was against yourself, mostly your own mind. Doing something that requires skill, strength, balance, precision all the while fighting your minds inner demons that chant at you to quit. Failure was terrifying at times, but when you conquer...................Nice
Climbing long routes in Yosemite was an all encompassing deal. Think about it for weeks before. Get mentally ready, prepare for the pain, the fear, the...............freedom that comes with the torture. Rise up above the trees and view the world in a whole new light. Find yourself in amazing places, experiences that shape you. But still......... climbing was the best when it was over.
There were times when I just didn't want to do it. Didn't want to get scared, fall, mix physical hardship with mental struggle. A long time climbing veteran described climbing in this way.
Cycling and racing is the physical challenge with the mental edge. Without the fear.......I had been down that road and now I needed the fun. That is why cycling has become such a focus in my life. The need to push the body, to feel the power that the muscles can generate, yet challenge the mind. I looked for it.
I had found it again. Now...........Stop............it is hard to even think about.
The underlying tone.
The ones closest to me who understand........understand. I don't need to do it forever.....am I being a child here. A spoiled little brat.......I want, I need, I need.
How much is it worth to me?
Comes down to this. Is this what I am supposed to be doing? What does God need me to do? I AM asking the question, needing to know the answer.
I put this team together ( http://www.vaporracing.com/) and everything fell into place. Sponsors, riders, great base to build from. It all came together by design. It was an amazing thing to watch, to be a part of.
The wins rolled in....kept moving up. Now I am there and I want to see how I match up, spread the name of the club and get the The Word out.
I struggle with how stopping now makes sense. Now.......Stop Racing?
Is racing really what the team is about? I just can't seem to come to grips with the thoughts. Can't seem to decide now, don't really want to think about it now. The focus now is on healing and support. Health and strength. Think about the thoughts.
Interesting thoughts....
The itch, the twitch, the need. What is it worth to love doing something? When you see someone you love hurt, broken, because of the passion. A game. The question ..........It comes around..................Not from me, but from others. You hear it in their voices, and they change the subject.
Do you continue?
I have never thought about stopping, the risk, the ......the ......Passion.
I have always been a overly competitive person. Hyper competitive. Toss in speed, arching turns and wind in the face. Rubbing elbows, going cross eyed and drooling. Ramp it up and throw down at 35, ...........BANG........hooked.
When I was younger there were many times when apologies flowed over competitive juice. Make or break friendships over a game. Rage, angst.....flex your muscles.....yell, scream and kick the cooler.
Sorry Man..........Heat of the moment. Some understand, some don't.
Years ago I learned that I was better, without the rage. Control is good, breath deep, focus on the moment.
Ball sport stopped being that years ago, but there has always been a need, a something to channel the competitive blood. For a long time climbing filled it, but in a different way. Pushing your limits while terrified. The battle was against yourself, mostly your own mind. Doing something that requires skill, strength, balance, precision all the while fighting your minds inner demons that chant at you to quit. Failure was terrifying at times, but when you conquer...................Nice
Climbing long routes in Yosemite was an all encompassing deal. Think about it for weeks before. Get mentally ready, prepare for the pain, the fear, the...............freedom that comes with the torture. Rise up above the trees and view the world in a whole new light. Find yourself in amazing places, experiences that shape you. But still......... climbing was the best when it was over.
There were times when I just didn't want to do it. Didn't want to get scared, fall, mix physical hardship with mental struggle. A long time climbing veteran described climbing in this way.
"Climbing isn't fun. Climbing is like being put in prison for seven days with a loaded gun to your head the whole time."
Some can do it at a high level forever, some can't.
Cycling and racing is the physical challenge with the mental edge. Without the fear.......I had been down that road and now I needed the fun. That is why cycling has become such a focus in my life. The need to push the body, to feel the power that the muscles can generate, yet challenge the mind. I looked for it.
I had found it again. Now...........Stop............it is hard to even think about.
The underlying tone.
The ones closest to me who understand........understand. I don't need to do it forever.....am I being a child here. A spoiled little brat.......I want, I need, I need.
How much is it worth to me?
Comes down to this. Is this what I am supposed to be doing? What does God need me to do? I AM asking the question, needing to know the answer.
I put this team together ( http://www.vaporracing.com/) and everything fell into place. Sponsors, riders, great base to build from. It all came together by design. It was an amazing thing to watch, to be a part of.
The wins rolled in....kept moving up. Now I am there and I want to see how I match up, spread the name of the club and get the The Word out.
I struggle with how stopping now makes sense. Now.......Stop Racing?
Is racing really what the team is about? I just can't seem to come to grips with the thoughts. Can't seem to decide now, don't really want to think about it now. The focus now is on healing and support. Health and strength. Think about the thoughts.
Interesting thoughts....
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