
means I get to spend some time here...

Maybe after a few more shots of espresso, I'll get motivated. At least I can watch some basketball and football, while I pedal fast to nowhere.
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This is on the ominously-named Dead Horse trail. It doesn't get much better.
An overlook on the Bonnie and Clyde loop. If you click on the image to expand it to full-size, you can see the Vegas that most people know in the background.
Lots of trail users to keep me company out there. There must have been something going on in town, like a special at Excalibur's Round Table buffet, that kept everyone inside. ;-)
No rain + Epic Desert Riding = A happy camper
Thanks to the p's for tolerating my disappearing for a few hours in the afternoons.
Now, the big question is whether I can get some decent riding weather back in the Emerald City. I've got a huge 18 hour training block scheduled. Maybe, just maybe, mother nature will be so kind to give me a few hours of sun over the long New Year's weekend.
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Happy Holidays!
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In addition to the NORBA series, I'll toe the line at:
I'll hit a couple of local Indie Series or OBRA races as my training schedule permits. I have to manage my recovery a little better, which may have me missing more of the local races than I have in the past. My goal is to put up some good results at the major events this year and make the transition to the semi-pro ranks without finishing DFL at every race. Wish me luck.
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The Road Not TakenAs I sit here at the fork in the road wondering what the future will bring, I know Year 31 is going to be an interesting one.
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.





















