Well I am back I guess. A bit fatter and a lot slower. I have had two crashes this year. Big knock you off the bike and walk funny crashes. Go to the ER crashes. The last one made me hurt. Hurt real bad. It invaded my brain and stuck in the grey matter. In essence, it destroyed my desire.

I smacked the slick rock in Sedona. I actually thought I was going to need an airlift off the hill. Needless to say I rode it out and never went to the Doc's. I guess that was a dumb move as I am now certain I did damage that is permanent and going to make me walk funny ( er ).

I also got a motorcycle and have used that excuse to not pedal A LOT. It has saved me however, from the suffering heat and dismal early morning rides. I get my miles by getting fat and twisting throttle. I see a dirt road and find out where it goes and what neato things it can show me. So far I have seen more of AZ by moto than I could have ever imagined.

Sorry for the go away. I will do better. If you are still there.

Oh yea. I am riding again.

Yea That

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I have been amiss in updating the blog. Sue me.

It is the end of winter, or officially Spring ( ala Daylight Savings. )

But who really cares?

It is prime time riding season!!

This year has been exceptionally rainy. A LOT of rain.

I believe the last time it rained like this I was living in Tucson.

Actually, I had just moved there and EL Nino was kicking.

I loved that time in the desert. Great way to spend the first year. Just digging on the green and riding superb trails.

This year is more of that only a bit different. I am older and have an awesome wife who

gets to see just what the hell I was talking about.

It is just starting to explode, the color that the desert hides most often.

Grass does not grow here.

The desert is just a bunch of rocks and dirt.

The plants look like they are dying.

Heard all that before and I am telling you. You are a damn liar.

This place is rad.

I have been listening to a bunch of music as of late. Try it.

Grand Canyon X-Mas

We STILL cannot imagine why our family has not visited us! We certainly do not think Michigan is all that great this time of the year. Arizona has much to offer and plenty to do. I guess our friends will be the only ones to reap the rewards. Too bad our family will only see it in pictures....

National Trail

more loose goose

Gooseberry Mesa

Vegas and the death of my soul

Bikes are pretty much the only thing that would bring me to Vegas.

Other than the two wheeled wonder, Vegas has little to offer me. I just am not to into

wading around in shit, and celebrating excess. ( unless it has to do with bikes...excess that is, not shit.)

I am going to go ahead and just state something here.

Four years ago Slingshot had dirty bikes in their booth.

I know because they were my responsibility to get them there.

This year I saw a few. I heard exclamations of genius.

Really?

Well in that case, the only cool as hell dirty bike was Salsa's. (not pictured)

Why?

A friend of mine designed and rode it along the continental divide.

Sorry, but that is badass and takes the cake.

Vegas.

A vacant waste of humanity.

A black hole where so many dreams come to die and wither.

That is if you are fortunate.

Whilst having drinks with Scott and Danielle I was witness to the life suck.

These coin operated devils would literally suck life from souls right in front of us.

I would have tried to stop it but I was enjoying a margarita.

Speaking to real live human beings about our real lives.

Who would have thought that alcohol could save?

Vegas is an abomination.

I have never ever found reason for its existence.

The fact that an inanimate object which brings so much joy to so many people all over the globe

binds us yearly to this place makes me wonder if all hope is not lost.

In no uncertain terms the bike is the antithesis of the hell of Vegas.

And yet, like the apple in the garden, it draws us yearly to the abyss.

Eff Vegas.