Monday, September 28, 2009
Battle at Barlow
79 degrees, dusty, and fast. One gnarly run-up in the woods consisting of a sheer face held in place with a bunch of railroad ties. Sort of like a set of giant, busted-up stairs with roots and loose dirt in between.
Team Hankbuilt had a good showing. We all finished. BG got 19th in SS. This is an accomplishment.
Onward!
Also, thanks to BG for the pic, and C and M for the water. Good to see you both, and I'm looking forward to Alpenrose next Sunday.
Team Hankbuilt had a good showing. We all finished. BG got 19th in SS. This is an accomplishment.
Onward!
Also, thanks to BG for the pic, and C and M for the water. Good to see you both, and I'm looking forward to Alpenrose next Sunday.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Tough Practice
The Lads are toughening up pretty well.
Luckily, we have a good training ground at our park, 1/2 a block away.
No shortage of obstacles and mudholes.
Today, we worked on dismounts and being smooth over the barriers.
Run-ups tomorrow.
Attack face.
Up and Over.
And off!
Luckily, we have a good training ground at our park, 1/2 a block away.
No shortage of obstacles and mudholes.
Today, we worked on dismounts and being smooth over the barriers.
Run-ups tomorrow.
Attack face.
Up and Over.
And off!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
ROCK>everything else.
You're all invited to stay at my house for this.
I will probably bust out the white creepers, and walk over the Burnside bridge. You will see me in a tight fitting t-shirt, covered by a tight fitting leather jacket. Or, if the weather be fair, a greasy denim vest.
I will likely be drunk on tequila, and messed-up on whatever else I can find.
I will either have a black eye, or be in the mood to hand one out.
Some of you may recognize this amalgamation of parts as a bartender you once knew, some time ago, in a city not that far away.
I am back.
I will probably bust out the white creepers, and walk over the Burnside bridge. You will see me in a tight fitting t-shirt, covered by a tight fitting leather jacket. Or, if the weather be fair, a greasy denim vest.
I will likely be drunk on tequila, and messed-up on whatever else I can find.
I will either have a black eye, or be in the mood to hand one out.
Some of you may recognize this amalgamation of parts as a bartender you once knew, some time ago, in a city not that far away.
I am back.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Fall Again.
I'm always happy and nostalgic and kind of bummed-out this time of year. Make sense?
I delivered fresh hops to the brewer on Big Blue.
The sun came up on Mt. Tabor.
Some Good Friends have gone away. Au revoir!
Some have beards and lurk in the woods.
The Lads are incredible.
And some things, well, they just make sense.
Look for more from me as CX season kicks into gear, and there's more indoor/beer time.
I hope you're all hanging in there, friends.
I delivered fresh hops to the brewer on Big Blue.
The sun came up on Mt. Tabor.
Some Good Friends have gone away. Au revoir!
Some have beards and lurk in the woods.
The Lads are incredible.
And some things, well, they just make sense.
Look for more from me as CX season kicks into gear, and there's more indoor/beer time.
I hope you're all hanging in there, friends.
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