GR meets CO; a ride with Jill

I travelled up to FT. Collins to ride and see and old teammate and co-worker, Jill N.

I had never ridden in the FT. and was really looking forward to it.

Jill did not disappoint.

But I failed.

I forgot to bring her a demo bike. DUH.

We started our ride in a rainstorm.

Not really the way I planned but I was told we had a 45 minute road climb.

UH, What?

Maybe 45 Minutes for Jill but I was weak sauce!

My WTB seat caused some painful issues that you only know about if you have had them!

It was awesome after we hit single track.

The trail was already pretty dry and it was nice to know we were not alone

in enjoying the day.

Jill shredding some insane single track!

Fat guy on a road bike

Went up a big hill. Felt like a donkey.

Having travelled around the country now for quite a bit, I realized some things.

Everywhere is like everywhere else except,

some places have more crappy people.

I like the fact that I left Michigan, again.

I had a seriously cool crew of people I hung out with.

All of them great people,

I just felt it was a crappy place for me.

I wanted to be free from the oppressive midwest "it's a great place to raise a family".

Really???

Why?

Maybe for you.

I have become quite saddened by people's general lack of

compassion and tolerance.

Gays cannot marry.

What difference does it make to you?

You have to believe this religion or I will kill you.

^ I will never comprehend that^

I also am not really comprehending hotel type coffee.

Or the slamming of hotel doors as you come and go.

Why? Do you slam your doors at home?

I went and saw a movie last night.

I was the first person in the theater, so I chose my best seat.

Three mouth breathers come in and sit right behind me, in an otherwise vacant theater.

So I was miffed.

I realized my intolerance and stifled it.

I was going to learn from my wife and just relax.

After 15 kicks to the back of my chair from a grown person, I was not

going to just stifle it.

I turned and gave the WTF A HOLE look.

Kicking stopped.

For ten whole minutes.

In the past I would have said something.

Something that included not nice words.

I did not.

I gave the you ass hole look,

and moved seats.

I could go on about the person being black, jewish, mexican or heaven forbid

just plain white.

But really what does that accomplish?

The guy was just a douche bag.

Simple as that.

Funny thing about the story is that I let it go.

the angry buddhist

let it go.

You can teach an old dog new tricks.

Thanks wife.

And with that I am learning to become tolerant.

I urge you to become more tolerant.

Unless your driving, because I need to figure that one out still ;)

traveling along with Midget

IIIMMMMMM BBBAAAAACCCCKKKK

We chilled lifestyles of the rich and famous style at the Pagosa Hot Springs,

'cept it was super cheap.

You can see the San Juan raging in the back. It gained a few feet overnight and flooded

at least two pools.

Treasure Falls...nuff said

Our soon to be neighborhood...

soon as we win the lotto.

'Course you gotta play first.

How did THAT guy get that girl?

I see a petrified Gollum...you?

Two heads are better than one.

Bright Lights Big City

That is a pretty funny sign...being that most of the people I saw were getting it on

WITH THEIR HAND.

Remember to always wash your hands.

Found the above out riding wheelies.

Funny how at one time someone thought it was a good idea to build this.

Now it sits on an abandoned school lot.

Pretty sure my old classmate did not start his own business.

Ok Larry's place.

Later.

Firebird in the Garden of Eden

So I stayed one night in the worst possible dump.

The first pics below are from my cat box of a room.

I DID NOT have pizza, but someone did and they left me a bit.

Apparently the room service is looking out for my hunger pains.

Below notice what I would assume is

FECAL

matter adorning the door.

Fear not it was all over the walls as well.

Only the finest in non smoking accommodations as you can tell by the bedspread.

So after I moved out of the dump, I went for a bit of a ride.

So let me first tell you of the importance of one simple question.

How long are we going to ride?

That is a question I should have asked. I ate a chocolate croissant, and had a coffee.

I then went out for a four and a half hour death march in the birth place of the mtn bike.

I emptied a 100 oz. bladder 75% of the way through the ride.

I also fell over and cramped, on the side of the trail, while my guides were laughing at me.

Well played, as I would do the same.

I have never cramped, ever, before.

Good times!

Sorry for being away but I had nothing to share.

Except violent food poisoning.

Enjoy your day.