Hurty Goodness

Last weekend was the 7th annual Lyons Fat Tire Festival, hosted by Redstone Cyclery of Lyons Colorado. Two days of truly excellent mountain biking, epic death-march type stuff with over 4,000 feet of climbing. Awesome.

The event has been thoroughly recapped here and here so I won’t bore you (me) with a play by play description, but I wanted to touch on the highlights. Because really, this was pretty damn cool. So um, here are the take aways.

Biking is good. Climbing is hurty good, and descending is fast. Swoopy is fun. Girls are soft and pretty (technically that’s more of a life take away then a biking take away, but sometimes soft and pretty girls bike). Dale’s Pale Ale is the perfect post ride beverage. Biking is good.

That pretty much covers it I think – but if you didn’t get enough you can checkout my image gallery for pictures!

I'm a Dad!

The king is dead, long live the king

So a few weeks back I was sitting in the Nashville airport, waiting for my flight home after a meeting. I’ve got time to kill and for once I’m actually being productive. The laptop is out, I’m referring to papers spread on the chair next to me, I’m on and off the cell phone – if I didn’t know any better I’d say I was one of those guys who you know, worked. I was even dressed all prettylike because I had just come from a meeting. Crazy. Anyway there I am working furiously, when a woman approaches. It seemed that she had somehow locked her cell phone, and was hoping that I might be able to assist. Although unfamiliar with her phone I naturally said I would be glad to help, and put forth a couple of (tolerable at best) ideas. Before we could act the woman’s four year old daughter comes running up, “mommy, mommy, you do it like this”! The girl grabs the phone from her mother and after a flurry of keystrokes too fast for mortal eyes to detect, presents the now functioning phone to her mother. I’ve been technology gapped.