102

He pulled out the folded up Post-It note from his pocket, and double checked the address. Yep. 102. This was it. Although he had “known” these guys for months online, this would be the first time he’d meet them in person.

He paused on the sidewalk for what seemed an eternity. He fully trusted these people, and yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was walking into a trap. After all, what they had planned would be treasonous in most folks minds. How can he be sure nobody was monitoring them all these months? Could he really trust these people?

F* it, he thought, and entered the dark, musty smelling bricked hallway. With a shaky hand he gave the secret knock as instructed. The revolution was on…

Willis “VooDoo” Johnson

Although totally blind, deaf in one ear, and nearly toothless, 97 year old jazz legend Willis “VooDoo” Johnson still finds the time to meet with his fans and sign autographs.

Springtime at Washoe Lake

A brief splash of Springtime color at Washoe Lake

Carnies

Only two things scare me and one of them is nuclear war.

What’s the other?

Excuse me?

What’s the other thing that scares you?

Carnies. Circus folk. Nomads, you know. Smell like cabbage. Small hands.

~Austin Powers

Down in Carson City

Date: May 8
Mileage: 1.5
May mileage: 1,327 miles
Temperature: 0 degrees K

I’m hoping to ride 630 miles tomorrow, making concentric loops around the WalMart parking lot until there is no tread left remaining on my tires, or as I like to call it, a “rest day”. But don’t worry about me. Remember, I’m so much tougher than you are. It was 0 degrees Kelvin when I left my simple, but comfortable house this morning. Yeah, that’s right, the temperature at which nothing could be colder and no heat energy remains in a substance. Believe me, it’s way colder than anything you’ve ever ridden in.

I actually didn’t make it too far today. My tongue stuck to the handlebars as I was going for a frosty treat. I enjoy eating snow when it’s this cold out. As I tried to free myself from this entanglement, I fell into the creek. Now normally I enjoy riding for endless miles in wet clothes, but my iPod got wet. I wasn’t about to continue my ordeal without my tunes.

So anyway, we’ll see how it goes tomorrow. Feel free to send some cash my way. Like I said, I plan to ride my tires down to the nylon threads tomorrow, and will need a new pair.

Just a few (two) miles from home

Extreme Gardening

Combining Two Sustainable Activities

We stopped off at the Community Garden for a little watering on the way back from mountain biking in Ash Canyon.