Where's all the Bike Related Content?

I thought this was a bike blog after all. I come on here and all I find is ditties about cheerleaders, haircuts and the new hipster sayings. I've got to say, its very unjelly Bro....

Everybody's a critic (even me to myself - especially me to myself)

My trip to Vegas/Utah starts Friday. I'm going with Matt who is a strong rider and only a slight 60 pounds lighter than me. I've been riding as much as I can to reduce the distance that wascally wabbit is going to put between us on the desert singletrack. Although its never as much as you would like, I think I've been doing a pretty good job of getting out.

Here's a couple of pictures from Saturday at Banner, thanks to my riding buddy and photog extraordinaire, Nick.

I call this Elevator hill. I can punch the UP button and wait all day, the 'vator to the top isn't coming. For now I have to take "the stairs" (walk up). This is the only bit I can't do out at Banner now, maybe by the end of this season.



This is what I call Fox Hole Hill. That mound in the near left of the picture is a fox hole, or some other critter's lair. We built a burm on top of it. I guess that's sorta like having a freeway bypass going through your backyard.



You can see the "O" on my face from the "WoooHooo!" I'm doing.



Jelly.

The Cheerleader in my Gym Bag

I have a cheerleader stashed away at the bottom of my gym bag. I keep her there, just for me.

Ok, fine its just a picture, but it is personalized. It says, "Cheers Brian" and I know she really means that.

Jackie picked this gem up for me at a charity benefit dinner she went to for work. Bringing me my own personal cheerleader, is that a great wife or what? I threw my cheerleader in the bag to take to work and she just kinda stayed there. Its a good place for her to provide encouragement.

Her name is Elizabeth, but I call her Liz. She likes that.

Despite the sweaty clothes, shoes and stuff thrown on top of her she always stays high energy and perky-positive for Team Brian.

She always thinks I can do it. I like that.

Black Tie Affair...of Death

A. Doctors wear neckties

B. Doctors see sick people

C. Sick people cough, sneeze and otherwise project their germyness precisely at tie-level.

D. Ties rarely ever get washed

A+B+C+D = a brightly colored, interesting patterned landingstrip of disease and pestilence hanging from the neck of your physician.

Who knew? Well, apparently these guys did, back in 2004.

Luckily you can now buy antibacterial ties. I like this one based on the H1N1 pandemic. You know, because pandemics are just so whimsical.



Or you can go in another direction with these "awareables" ties. Not only do they adorn necks, they also "educate" the public. I like the Mad Cow one,


or maybe the Ebola.


I'm guessing people with Ebola probably don't need their awareness raised, what with the bleeding eye sockets and all....but just in case we have these cute little reminders.

I see plenty of doctors everyday at work. Starting tomorrow I'm eradicating any non-antimicrobial ties that I see. Its me against the bacterial neckwear. They're gross, but I'm pretty badass too and I have scissors. We'll see who wins this one.

Oh yes, we will see.