I've been exceedingly remiss in posting to my blog. In fact, I've done lots of cool stuff since my last post, and haven't written about it. I don't know whether it's the feeling that maybe nobody gives a rip, so why bother, or what...
So September was Cycle Oregon, my fifth one. This year I had a new bike, lots of miles on the trainer, and very few actual asphalt miles. And we climbed the Siskiyou Mountains before lunch on the first day. Still, I survived that one, and went on to Yreka, California. I realize that Yreka, CA is not in Oregon, but we were, for the duration of the ride, suspending such trivialities as state lines and were traveling in the "Mythical State of Jefferson". What the heck is that? That is the state that was going to be formed by the secession of northern California and southwestern Oregon from their respective states to set up a state that would be more responsive to the wants, needs, fantasies, what have you, of the local populace. The provisional government was supposed to meet on December 7, 1941, but was interrupted by a small disturbance in Hawaii that took everyone's attention, so the State of Jefferson never came to be...
Day One of CO was also the occasion of Todd's 50th birthday. I discovered this way back in June, so I called Raley's Supermarket in Yreka and ordered a cake, complete with black icing balloons and black lettering. A nice CO staffer named Ingrid picked it up for me. When Todd got back to our table in the beer garden from a blue room break, and found the cake, he was totally stunned. That was the plan...
The rest of the week, the weather was great, except for the headwind we had on the super-rollers on the Rogue River Scenic Byway on the way to Happy Camp on Day Two. It really sucks when you have to pedal downhill...
Some kind of virus ran rampant through the camp at one point. Fortunately none of our crew caught it. It sounded like it was pretty nasty...
On Friday night, we were in Grant's Pass at the end of the layover day. James Taylor was in Central Point that night, so we all jumped in Betty's car (she was a volunteer, so she got powered wheels to travel in) and went to the concert. It was on the grass at the fair grounds, and was really super. Well worth stacking four of us in a seat meant for three to get there. Fortunately Mike doesn't weigh very much...
I'll try to get pictures posted here one day soon, although my pictures only last until the middle of the ride, at which point my camera decided to die a sudden death. Oh well, it relieved me of the responsibility of having to take pictures, I guess...
I'll also post about the PBR Finals and some other stuff as soon as I get my thoughts organized...
So September was Cycle Oregon, my fifth one. This year I had a new bike, lots of miles on the trainer, and very few actual asphalt miles. And we climbed the Siskiyou Mountains before lunch on the first day. Still, I survived that one, and went on to Yreka, California. I realize that Yreka, CA is not in Oregon, but we were, for the duration of the ride, suspending such trivialities as state lines and were traveling in the "Mythical State of Jefferson". What the heck is that? That is the state that was going to be formed by the secession of northern California and southwestern Oregon from their respective states to set up a state that would be more responsive to the wants, needs, fantasies, what have you, of the local populace. The provisional government was supposed to meet on December 7, 1941, but was interrupted by a small disturbance in Hawaii that took everyone's attention, so the State of Jefferson never came to be...
Day One of CO was also the occasion of Todd's 50th birthday. I discovered this way back in June, so I called Raley's Supermarket in Yreka and ordered a cake, complete with black icing balloons and black lettering. A nice CO staffer named Ingrid picked it up for me. When Todd got back to our table in the beer garden from a blue room break, and found the cake, he was totally stunned. That was the plan...
The rest of the week, the weather was great, except for the headwind we had on the super-rollers on the Rogue River Scenic Byway on the way to Happy Camp on Day Two. It really sucks when you have to pedal downhill...
Some kind of virus ran rampant through the camp at one point. Fortunately none of our crew caught it. It sounded like it was pretty nasty...
On Friday night, we were in Grant's Pass at the end of the layover day. James Taylor was in Central Point that night, so we all jumped in Betty's car (she was a volunteer, so she got powered wheels to travel in) and went to the concert. It was on the grass at the fair grounds, and was really super. Well worth stacking four of us in a seat meant for three to get there. Fortunately Mike doesn't weigh very much...
I'll try to get pictures posted here one day soon, although my pictures only last until the middle of the ride, at which point my camera decided to die a sudden death. Oh well, it relieved me of the responsibility of having to take pictures, I guess...
I'll also post about the PBR Finals and some other stuff as soon as I get my thoughts organized...