PT Bike

new toy

Rage made me a screaming deal on a beauty, a high-end package for killer value. The math vs. wrenching and shopping and effort and quality was easily settled by mad luv for a great LBS, which lets us tear it up by ourselves for 2 hours after closing.

G took some not-bad pics

My kids and i came home filthy and exhausted.  

There are no pics of Alana,   i was too busy pushing her lap-after-lap on G’s bike while she hooted and howled and did not try to put her feet down, and threw a fit when i stopped.   Her tricycle is a death machine on the track, next time we’ll upgrade her to the 12 incher. She made up for lack of riding with intrepid scaling of the table-tops.

Laundry App

i’ve had the blues, the reds and the pinks. One thing’s for sure, love stinksThe J. Geils Band

love?

i’ll tell ya about love… its laundering a load of lights after a roadtrip. Endless stacks of tiny shirts and tinier shirts, lycra-woven socks that could almost fit any of us, and shirt-like pant-like flower blossoms that defy identification. My children are disgusting, they go through 2.8 outfits each, per day, more on weekends. I would kill myself if i thought about being reduced to this, but the residual stoke of the weekend makes it a game.

I should turn this into an app, dudes would so buy this. A next-gen version of my vaporware   Sorting Silverware, which was too easy to be profitable. You go for the bright-colored kids stuff, then the nipples and straws and air ducts, knives cause the handles give them away, forks, big\little spoons. 20 seconds, too easy.

V2 adds challenges and   noise, starting with color blindness. 2 little girls == 0 navy blue || hunter green.   The game also gets harder with fatigue from 4-6 more loads of laundry waiting for me, or that i’ve done, or that i’m doing.   Its like my commute – so horrible, that only a time trial and self-flagellation inspires enough motivation to make me believe its good.

Desperate Housewives, I bring you…

Bulletstorm X: Laundromat (working title)

Its going to kick ass! Sort or die, dive in, go!

  • ownership x 4
  • type {pants, shirt, socks, toy, towel, blankey, UNDERPANTS!, shorts, other}
  • hangers.   *oooph* didn’t see that one coming. big hangers, little hangers, pants hangers – getting past that is like a Boss round.
  • dryer vs air dry
  • which fucking drawer? I gave up with Alana, and she now has a drawer of anything with 2 leg holes

I think i can get my time down to 6 min per load.

La Cruz Roja is only 2km away

This took 2 years to nut up to. Totally mental.

every 5th step on the top flight was extra long and broke up the increasing frequency that would have forced me into speed. Every step on the second flight was equally long enough for the entire middle to feel academic, an opportunity to come back into control, and the pitch on the last flight became a simple straight shot. Hardest part was avoiding the discarded bottle of Hershey’s syrup sitting in the middle of a step off the last turn – an attractive nuisance ready to shoot out from under my wheel. I coulda kicked it away on the hike up, but i don’t condone trail sanitation. The broken glass and rusted rebar and concrete blow made a high price for failure.

After nearly 40 rides without companionship, this weekend i gave up the idea of distance, in favor of freeride explorations, sprints and meanderings for fresh urban techiness. I found some other never-hit skinnies and jumps and staircases. This is the toughest trial in the city, thus far. The pic shows the steepness lost in the vid, but not the crusty and rusty and dusty with glass.

Shop Monkeys

this is the most awesomest thing evah!!!! Beckie acts like she’s doing me a favor when i work on her bikes; G wants me to set her up with tools, Alana   begs to help and then she dances. No TomSawyerizin’ or nuttin.

Golf Course Trespass Runzeheunding

I wanted G to see Kila romp in the moonlight on a golf course. Its something I’ve wanted to share with her as soon as she was old enough to pull it off. That kind of joy is so healthy, for both of them. All of us. When I broke it down logistically, it really wouldn’t be too hard to pull off – lights, blinkies, snacks, fluffing that morning, a healthy dinner, a mile on a bike lane, an MUP, then the cart path. Shutting down my light on the golf course left G with only her petzl. I explained how she shouldn’t worry – the surface and the width would be completely consistent with what she was experiencing right now. When we finished, she was rolling by the moonlight.

G cracked off the 2 mile approach, followed me in the dark down a single-track with no pause, and hopped off when i told her to push up the big hill. Go straight, turn, left, right, stop…3 days of getting her ass handed to her on skis made her suddenly sooooooooooooooooooo much smarter on the bike. Where she could do something about it. Thinking and flowing and taking instruction. I had a feeling it would go that way, which was why i invited her. The day we returned from our snowboarding trip, I did a track stand throughout the light at Bell and Thompson Peak, something I’d only ever managed for 20 seconds. I went up Tom’s Thumb, cause anything less seemed flat after 5 days of snowboard dreams. On the descent i discovered how to continue steering through the last quarter of a turn. In retrospect, its hard to imagine how i’d missed it for so long, how i’d turn and lean and then hope the last part of the curve worked out. Pump track or snowboarding? Who cares! I came down East End more in control than ever before.

The snow transformed G too. Full of poise and power and confidence, it was the best ride we’ve ever shared. Sometimes I’d jack both brakes cause she rolled underfoot, but i just told her to keep paying attention and enjoying the ride. She is so fun and so funny when she’s on her game. She led, I led, Kila led. We had a beverage stop at the lake. We walked off the carpet of green into a wash, explored down it chasing birds out of tress in the darkness, then back up to our bikes, calling out lines and grades and required foot positions she learned on the climbing wall. There is a 40 foot descent back onto the MUP, that transitions from paved to packed with gravel in between. I asked her to take a moment, to think about which line was best, and then to go.

Is it selfish to be so happy i have a great riding partner, held captive for the next 13 years?

click click boom

how many hits will this title generate? i don’t care, but i’m curious to see the butterfly effect!

Recent events have got me thinking. AZ passing laws that pretty much legalize any gun anywhere by anyone, the Giffords shooting, and reports that local gun stores sold about 150 AK47s in a month to the same   guy completely legally.

Note the above sentence has no predicate.   If diagrammed, it would fall over. and as the world’s most ambivalent person on the subject of gun control, i think it has.

I was raised on the east coast, in suburbia, where there were no guns.   When you never see a gun you never need one. I’ve shot rifles at camp, and an AR15 with a friend in the desert, and its fun! I studied philosophy for longer than healthy people ought to, and every ethic and metaethic i know wants to hug their guns to their breast, for freedom, and because freedom is not free. I’ve lived almost half my life in Arizona, and go places a gun might just be the jic that could save my life, though i’ve yet to have needed that jic after living nearly half my life in Arizona, even though damn near everyone else is packing. The place I’m most likely to need a gun is Mexico, where guns are illegal, and the phones are unreliable, and the police are slow. What are the odds that standing up with the gun will lead to a better outcome versus letting them have my stuff and hoping?   How many people are hurt by their own guns, by people they know, cause there is never enough training and acculturation to cure drunk or stupid? How many criminals are just killing other criminals?

Its all spun round in my head for so long as pattern and background and the din of shouting and the lack of agreed-upon data. The substratum of every philosophy includes a leap of faith.   The two things i know are this: if guns are illegal, criminals will still have them. and, the Founding Fathers never imagined that one person could easily, affordably, reliably pack the firepower of a regiment.

Why do so few people get this?

We have regulations surrounding cars, and mostly they work, as you can’t drive if you can’t pay, and responsibility is enforced. Except that if you are using your gun you don’t care about the regulation, and won’t. Its not a car, its not obvious, its not mostly not-deadly. Guns are small, and hideable, and used beyond the law. The law does not apply.

I know there must be compromises that have better or worse outcomes. My wife wrote a dissertation on the effects of regional rules on productivity over time during the turn of the century, with boxes full of musty old books that might have given our dog cancer.   Its not possible that a multi-level study on guns vs. crime vs. regions vs. other factors can’t be regressed. There needs to be a common baseline, because the current sentence is unbalanced.

Why do so few people get this?