Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
el Reto del Quetzal
Our Trek Family in Guatemala invited LambChop and me down for the 15th anniversary of their shop that also coincided with the first annual El Reto Del Quetzal. Quetzals are the local form of money. It is named after a Quetzalcoati which is a mythical feathered serpant and the country's national bird.
Walter Lopez and Jorge picked us up at the airport in their styling van that had loudspeakers on top and huge Trek decals on it. It looked like the ultimate party/support vechicle. Walter took us to our hotel to rest for several hours since the flight from the U.S. left at 3 in the morning. We had a beautiful breakfast with fresh juices without sugar and the freshest avocados ever. Then Walter picked up us and we visited all the his bike shops. The first one was in a mall that looked a lot like the U.S. The shop had lots of Lance picutures and mostly all mountain bikes. The second shop was small, but had a super friendly vibe. There was a huge poster of me on the wall of this one. I guess I'm more popular than Lance.
The third shop was the biggest. It was also in a mall and at the back of a sporting goods store. There we met our benefactor Johanna Poujol. She was a shining star. She spoke perfect english and told us about her history with the shop and how much she loves selling Treks and other sporting items. She had a big night planned. The local TV station was coming. As well as about 100 folks that wanted to meet Lambchop and me. I would say it was by far the biggest shop visit we have ever had. We signed so many autographs and took a picture with each person. Johanna gave us beautiful bags with our names on them and Guatemala jerseys. We signed champion jersery for her shop.
Day two had us waking up early again to meet Walter, Jorge and Nennie for a ride into Anitgua. On the way we met up with the CocaCola professional mens team whom were preparing for the big Vuelta a Guatemala. On this ride we got a little taste of mtbing in Guate. There is some singletrack through corn fields, hardpack climbs, rough roads. We got to do a huge downhill that was fast with moster ruts and changing soil types. The guate ice is trecherous! Its the classic clay that will take you down in a flash. We had lunch at the most beautiful restaurant that I have ever seen. It had orchids, hummingbirds and very old stone walls.
Later that day we traveled to the race site. The first night of the race we all stayed in the barracks of a military school. It was cold, damp and depressing. The girls were in one side, all ten of us. While all the guys stayed in the other side. As Lambie and I were packing up our stuff in the required race bags, we both were wondering what we had gotten ourselves into. The vibe was really not very friendly so far. Lambie gave the promoters some maple syrup as a gift and they were like what's maple syrup? The lodging was terrible, the food nasty. Plus, the language barrier was a bit much at the racers meeting. The promoters gave Tim a hard time, accusing him of wanting to ride with us and provide assistance. He has an old race bike of mine with my name still on it and they thought that it was going to be our spare bike should we have a problem. Tim just said fine, I won't ride the first day. He was thinking, I wish I could keep up with Lea and Sue! The sleeping was terrible with beds that were basically all spring and no mattress. Plus, the boys side had these guys up all night laughing and carrying on. They sounded like wild quetzal birds. We woke to the school boys doing their military exercises.
Some expats translated to us the most important things to know. So did the promoters Oscar and Netzer. We had a small clue as to what was going on. LC and I were confident that hey, its just riding a bike right? We can do that! The first stage went from San Juan Sactepequez to Salama. It was 63 miles. The start was chaotic and rather dirty with the mud puddles along the unimproved roads. We had to be constantly on the lookout for the race markings(orange arrows spraypainted on the side of the road) plus there was the constant danger of chickens, dogs, children, motorcycles, minibuses, chicken buses and kamikaze racers to negotiate. We rode with our friends from the bike shop Charlie, Carlos and Moi and then later with Andreas and Charlie. They all spoke english. We passed out of villages and into more remote parts. It got hotter and drier. The views got better. Then we got to El Chol. This is a monster climb. It took us about one hour 15. It was pretty steep and the surface required some concentration. It was a pretty remote climb, but every once and a while we would see a kid flying down it on his bike or some women walking it with their goods on their heads. My back was killing me as well as my hamstrings. I hadn't climbed that long for a while and it was showing. The downhill after that was brutal. It was such a rough road that it felt like a jackhammer. Every part of my body hurt and then the constant vigiliance of the brain to avoid chickens, dogs, children, buses and look for arrows. There was another hard climb about an hour later that was pavement, but it was tough. The downhill after that is on my top five list for paved downhills. Lea was like a ski racer going down it and it revitalized her so much that she pulled me all the way to the finish. Yeah! 5:38 and we were rocked the first day. Accomadations were better that night. And people started to crack some smiles and say hello. Dinner was better. Lambie won the best mom award. We found out that we were racing the the men's masters class. There weren't enough women to have a women't class so they put us in with the old guys who beat us by 20 minutes that day. Now I don't mind racing against the guys. I mean LC and me are really fast, but I had to warn the promoters about doing this. My philosophy is to praise, recognize, celebrate and award women riders. There aren't that many and no promoter, nor company can afford to discount women't participation in their event. Not doing that discourages women's particpation. Less and less women will seek to form women's teams and will end up in the mixed category or chosing not to the race at all.
Day two Tim was allowed to joyride the course. He wore his Guatemala jersey and got a few cheers for it. Today we went form Salama to Santa Cruz Verapaz. It was 58 miles and we would travel more in the cloud forest and central highlands. The day started out with a beautiful california type climb that was over 45 minutes. I felt good and stopped to take a couple pics. I got lambasted for doing that by some of the other racers and spectators. "why you take a picture...this is a race...you could be faster!" There was actually some singletrack and then a series of stream crossings. Each one Lambie sprinted into, hit as fast as she could and made a tidal wave behind her. The other riders were shocked. Each time she had a Vermont smile on her face which means it was as wide as a mooses ass. The awesome day continued with some tough climbs. The hardest being through some remote indigineous mayan villages. These people live off the land much like generations before them. They dress traditonally and speak one of the 23 different languages of guatemala. It tooks us a little while to figure that out after we said Hola a million times and never got a response. It was an incredible experience that no normal tourist would ever get. There was still more climbing to go, but not before Lea would be chased by a dog on a downhill sprint while I watched following behind her. The dog was close but never made contact and then pulled off exhausted and didn't have any juice left to chase me. That was enough of a traumatic experience for Lea that she basically spent her adrenal glands and had to eat a Mr. big just to limp to the finish. Accomadations were very nice that night at the Park Hotel. This was a lush resort with a zoo and a great restaurant. LC and I were getting incredible massages everyday after the race. The other mechanics were still giving Tim the stink eye. I think they were jealous because they could see what an incredible job he was doing everyday on the bikes. They were so clean and pro. Plus, he was making fast friends with everyone because he was fixing peoples bikes left and right.
The last day finially brought some rain at the start line. It was cool, but warmed up quickly. We got totally muddy then the sun came out and dried it to adobe. Today's stage was a bit annoying for me. It was all rough, rocky roads that I was wishing I had my Fuel for. I really wanted some singletrack, but it was very elusive in El Reto. I was loving the climbs and there were plenty of them for sure. LC and I couldn't really decide if we were racing or just joyriding. We would go good on the climbs then peter out on the rolling stuff. LC wasn't as motivated asme since this is her last race of an incredibly successful year, while I was thinking about the toughest race in the world next month in Costa Rica. It caused a bit of frustration on my part, but that is the amazing thing about these team races, they teach you so much about yourself and your partner. They also require you to use your communication skills very effectively. I also think they are great publicity for a mountainbike team beacause a its the only time you acutally race as a team.
It was elation crossing the finish line. We had survived the dogs, chickens, motorcycles, chicken buses and potholes. Walter and Jorge were waiting for us with big smiles as usual. We were the ms. masters of the race. We finished second in the men's masters and 7th overall. The costa ricans won the overall. They were riding Trek 8900s. Everyone was hugging us at the banquet, getting autographs and inviting us back. The cold shoulders had all melted under our beaming smiles.
Walter, the angel, drove us 4 hours back to Antigua. And Jorge, the joker saint, took our bikes washed and packed them for us. Lea left the next day and Tim and I headed up to Tikal to visit the mayan ruins and celebrate our birthdays.
El Reto del Quetzal was the perfect adventure that I hope we can get back to next year.
Walter Lopez and Jorge picked us up at the airport in their styling van that had loudspeakers on top and huge Trek decals on it. It looked like the ultimate party/support vechicle. Walter took us to our hotel to rest for several hours since the flight from the U.S. left at 3 in the morning. We had a beautiful breakfast with fresh juices without sugar and the freshest avocados ever. Then Walter picked up us and we visited all the his bike shops. The first one was in a mall that looked a lot like the U.S. The shop had lots of Lance picutures and mostly all mountain bikes. The second shop was small, but had a super friendly vibe. There was a huge poster of me on the wall of this one. I guess I'm more popular than Lance.
The third shop was the biggest. It was also in a mall and at the back of a sporting goods store. There we met our benefactor Johanna Poujol. She was a shining star. She spoke perfect english and told us about her history with the shop and how much she loves selling Treks and other sporting items. She had a big night planned. The local TV station was coming. As well as about 100 folks that wanted to meet Lambchop and me. I would say it was by far the biggest shop visit we have ever had. We signed so many autographs and took a picture with each person. Johanna gave us beautiful bags with our names on them and Guatemala jerseys. We signed champion jersery for her shop.
Day two had us waking up early again to meet Walter, Jorge and Nennie for a ride into Anitgua. On the way we met up with the CocaCola professional mens team whom were preparing for the big Vuelta a Guatemala. On this ride we got a little taste of mtbing in Guate. There is some singletrack through corn fields, hardpack climbs, rough roads. We got to do a huge downhill that was fast with moster ruts and changing soil types. The guate ice is trecherous! Its the classic clay that will take you down in a flash. We had lunch at the most beautiful restaurant that I have ever seen. It had orchids, hummingbirds and very old stone walls.
Later that day we traveled to the race site. The first night of the race we all stayed in the barracks of a military school. It was cold, damp and depressing. The girls were in one side, all ten of us. While all the guys stayed in the other side. As Lambie and I were packing up our stuff in the required race bags, we both were wondering what we had gotten ourselves into. The vibe was really not very friendly so far. Lambie gave the promoters some maple syrup as a gift and they were like what's maple syrup? The lodging was terrible, the food nasty. Plus, the language barrier was a bit much at the racers meeting. The promoters gave Tim a hard time, accusing him of wanting to ride with us and provide assistance. He has an old race bike of mine with my name still on it and they thought that it was going to be our spare bike should we have a problem. Tim just said fine, I won't ride the first day. He was thinking, I wish I could keep up with Lea and Sue! The sleeping was terrible with beds that were basically all spring and no mattress. Plus, the boys side had these guys up all night laughing and carrying on. They sounded like wild quetzal birds. We woke to the school boys doing their military exercises.
Some expats translated to us the most important things to know. So did the promoters Oscar and Netzer. We had a small clue as to what was going on. LC and I were confident that hey, its just riding a bike right? We can do that! The first stage went from San Juan Sactepequez to Salama. It was 63 miles. The start was chaotic and rather dirty with the mud puddles along the unimproved roads. We had to be constantly on the lookout for the race markings(orange arrows spraypainted on the side of the road) plus there was the constant danger of chickens, dogs, children, motorcycles, minibuses, chicken buses and kamikaze racers to negotiate. We rode with our friends from the bike shop Charlie, Carlos and Moi and then later with Andreas and Charlie. They all spoke english. We passed out of villages and into more remote parts. It got hotter and drier. The views got better. Then we got to El Chol. This is a monster climb. It took us about one hour 15. It was pretty steep and the surface required some concentration. It was a pretty remote climb, but every once and a while we would see a kid flying down it on his bike or some women walking it with their goods on their heads. My back was killing me as well as my hamstrings. I hadn't climbed that long for a while and it was showing. The downhill after that was brutal. It was such a rough road that it felt like a jackhammer. Every part of my body hurt and then the constant vigiliance of the brain to avoid chickens, dogs, children, buses and look for arrows. There was another hard climb about an hour later that was pavement, but it was tough. The downhill after that is on my top five list for paved downhills. Lea was like a ski racer going down it and it revitalized her so much that she pulled me all the way to the finish. Yeah! 5:38 and we were rocked the first day. Accomadations were better that night. And people started to crack some smiles and say hello. Dinner was better. Lambie won the best mom award. We found out that we were racing the the men's masters class. There weren't enough women to have a women't class so they put us in with the old guys who beat us by 20 minutes that day. Now I don't mind racing against the guys. I mean LC and me are really fast, but I had to warn the promoters about doing this. My philosophy is to praise, recognize, celebrate and award women riders. There aren't that many and no promoter, nor company can afford to discount women't participation in their event. Not doing that discourages women's particpation. Less and less women will seek to form women's teams and will end up in the mixed category or chosing not to the race at all.
Day two Tim was allowed to joyride the course. He wore his Guatemala jersey and got a few cheers for it. Today we went form Salama to Santa Cruz Verapaz. It was 58 miles and we would travel more in the cloud forest and central highlands. The day started out with a beautiful california type climb that was over 45 minutes. I felt good and stopped to take a couple pics. I got lambasted for doing that by some of the other racers and spectators. "why you take a picture...this is a race...you could be faster!" There was actually some singletrack and then a series of stream crossings. Each one Lambie sprinted into, hit as fast as she could and made a tidal wave behind her. The other riders were shocked. Each time she had a Vermont smile on her face which means it was as wide as a mooses ass. The awesome day continued with some tough climbs. The hardest being through some remote indigineous mayan villages. These people live off the land much like generations before them. They dress traditonally and speak one of the 23 different languages of guatemala. It tooks us a little while to figure that out after we said Hola a million times and never got a response. It was an incredible experience that no normal tourist would ever get. There was still more climbing to go, but not before Lea would be chased by a dog on a downhill sprint while I watched following behind her. The dog was close but never made contact and then pulled off exhausted and didn't have any juice left to chase me. That was enough of a traumatic experience for Lea that she basically spent her adrenal glands and had to eat a Mr. big just to limp to the finish. Accomadations were very nice that night at the Park Hotel. This was a lush resort with a zoo and a great restaurant. LC and I were getting incredible massages everyday after the race. The other mechanics were still giving Tim the stink eye. I think they were jealous because they could see what an incredible job he was doing everyday on the bikes. They were so clean and pro. Plus, he was making fast friends with everyone because he was fixing peoples bikes left and right.
The last day finially brought some rain at the start line. It was cool, but warmed up quickly. We got totally muddy then the sun came out and dried it to adobe. Today's stage was a bit annoying for me. It was all rough, rocky roads that I was wishing I had my Fuel for. I really wanted some singletrack, but it was very elusive in El Reto. I was loving the climbs and there were plenty of them for sure. LC and I couldn't really decide if we were racing or just joyriding. We would go good on the climbs then peter out on the rolling stuff. LC wasn't as motivated asme since this is her last race of an incredibly successful year, while I was thinking about the toughest race in the world next month in Costa Rica. It caused a bit of frustration on my part, but that is the amazing thing about these team races, they teach you so much about yourself and your partner. They also require you to use your communication skills very effectively. I also think they are great publicity for a mountainbike team beacause a its the only time you acutally race as a team.
It was elation crossing the finish line. We had survived the dogs, chickens, motorcycles, chicken buses and potholes. Walter and Jorge were waiting for us with big smiles as usual. We were the ms. masters of the race. We finished second in the men's masters and 7th overall. The costa ricans won the overall. They were riding Trek 8900s. Everyone was hugging us at the banquet, getting autographs and inviting us back. The cold shoulders had all melted under our beaming smiles.
Walter, the angel, drove us 4 hours back to Antigua. And Jorge, the joker saint, took our bikes washed and packed them for us. Lea left the next day and Tim and I headed up to Tikal to visit the mayan ruins and celebrate our birthdays.
El Reto del Quetzal was the perfect adventure that I hope we can get back to next year.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Guatemala
This is a very short report on our Guate trip. I will write more later. The busy fall continues with my sister Beth coming up for her birthday and the Shenandoah Mountain Bike Festival.
Guatemala is a really cool place to ride a bike or go on an adventure vacation. The scenery is lush, busy and colorful. The climate is so perfect that just about anything grows there. Including my favorites, avocados and oranges. Even though we didn't speak any Spanish( I will be learning for the next trip!) people were friendly and helpful. Antigua and Tikal were the big highlights. Plus the indigineous village we passed through where no one even spoke Spanish. Tim got to ride in the jumpseat of the plane from Tikal back to Guatemala City. That was a case of bad luck turning good.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
El Reto del Quetzal
Lea, Tim and I are heading down to Guatemala for a three day mtb stage race today, It is a team format so Lambie and me get to ride together instead of duking it out. We were invited by the Trek distributor in Guatemala. It is a great opportunity for us to visit a new country and meet our extended Trek family in central America. Plus, I'm sure it will be some big riding days. Then we have three days to explore the countryside. Plus, Tim and I will be celebrating our birthdays down there. Reports to follow.
Monday, October 1, 2007
Revenge of the Rattlesnake
I went up to the Mecca of mountainbiking this weekend. Canaan of course! It is so awesome there right now. It is so beautiful with the leaves starting to change and the northern feel of the woods. The trails were covered in red maple leaves. The conditions were very dry for Canaan, which meant there was still some primordial mud bogs that would take a shoe off.
The race was put on by Blackwater Bikes who were my very first sponsor. Roger and Matt did a hellavu job making a super gnarly course with loads of singletrack. It was 45 miles and took me 5:30. There was some picky riding in there, especially Pointy Knob. I don't think anyone loved that trail, but I really liked it and have mad respect for riders who can give stuff like that a go. Steve Hill won in an almost sprint with Benji who couldn't really sprint that great because he was on a singlespeed. Those guys were rippin it.
How many races have incredible technical singletrack and then have the best pizza in the world afterwards. Yes, Sirianni's of Davis, WV had hot pies, lasagne, and pasta salad. And the local brewery had kegs as well. Plus a cash payout and a nice vibe mad this race one of my favs for the year. Its hard to believe more folks don't like doing this race. I raced my Fuel EX(no, I don't have the new one yet!) It was nice having 5 inches in the back and my pike on the front. How many cross country races do you want a pike for?
Plus, we got bandanas that were the race map. That is the tradition of the race dating back to 1983 when it was called the 40K. Laird Knight put it on. 12 people started and none finished. Hardcore!
The race was put on by Blackwater Bikes who were my very first sponsor. Roger and Matt did a hellavu job making a super gnarly course with loads of singletrack. It was 45 miles and took me 5:30. There was some picky riding in there, especially Pointy Knob. I don't think anyone loved that trail, but I really liked it and have mad respect for riders who can give stuff like that a go. Steve Hill won in an almost sprint with Benji who couldn't really sprint that great because he was on a singlespeed. Those guys were rippin it.
How many races have incredible technical singletrack and then have the best pizza in the world afterwards. Yes, Sirianni's of Davis, WV had hot pies, lasagne, and pasta salad. And the local brewery had kegs as well. Plus a cash payout and a nice vibe mad this race one of my favs for the year. Its hard to believe more folks don't like doing this race. I raced my Fuel EX(no, I don't have the new one yet!) It was nice having 5 inches in the back and my pike on the front. How many cross country races do you want a pike for?
Plus, we got bandanas that were the race map. That is the tradition of the race dating back to 1983 when it was called the 40K. Laird Knight put it on. 12 people started and none finished. Hardcore!
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Big Schloss
I don't know what a Big Schloss is but we didn't have those in West Virginia. Maybe we do , but they call them somthing different. Anyway, Big Schloss is a sweet mtb ride up on Wolf Gap. Its low in mileage but high in smiles. Tim, Anne, Kristin and Kyle went up and enjoyed the continuing summer like weather.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Big Bear Ultra
I went to the Big Bear Ultra race in Hazelton, WV this weekend. It was a sixty mile off roader. The first 25 miles was very sweet singletrack. I just love a smaller race that can go right into very fun singletrack. Then there were some rugged fire roads and a couple miles of singletrack at the end. It was a very classy race run by Mark Schooley. I saw a lot of old friends. I even met a guy who grew up with Lea. It was great to ride for 5 hours then hang out and eat and gab.
Where are all the racer girls these days at local races? There were only two of us, Me and Besty Shogren. Then I heard that there was only one girl at the six pack downhill. Come on ladies...go racing. I know the cyclocross races are getting great numbers. I guess that is where the big interest is for ladies racing right now.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
One on One
Ross, Lea and I headed down to Minneapolis Sunday night to hang out with Larry Foss, international man of soigneuring and Nick Waite, not a little kid anymore. Nick lives in the same town as me, but It seems that I always hang out with him someplace else. Larry has a killer apartment above the cool bike shop One on One Studio. They have some beauty bikes and an unbelievable basement full of crazy stuff. It was good to see Gino O, whom I haven't seen since the Punk Bike enduro many years ago. I picked up a copy of a newer rag called Urban Velo. It is really cool and reminds me that bikes are not just about racing.
We got to walk around the city, which was a big treat for all of us since we live in small towns. Minneapolis has tons of fixies riding around. It also has tons of bars and clubs that have lunch buffets. Lea said it was the weirdest night of her life. I think she has been hanging out in Jericho too much.
My stomach has been messed up for a couple of days now. I guess the weekend really took its toll on me. Maybe it was the combo of severe dehydration, Wisconsin barbeque, donuts and beer. It was so much fun though.
We had our first cross practice last night. Three of us showed up. Harrisonburg doesn't have much of a cross scene. Its okay with me because the mtb scene is off the hook. I wasn't feeling good, so I took it easy. Even when I feel good there is no way I can keep up with Trevor and Carp. They have mad skills.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Chequamegon
We woke to an a gorgeous day on Round Lake. We are so lucky to have nice sunny skies and temperatures in the 50s. The start was amazing as we expected. Rolling down Hayward with 2500 mountainbikers is something everyone should experience. The energy in that mass was palatable. It had its sketchy moments as well. There were some crashes. Lea got stuck behind one and didn't catch up to me and Jenna until 500 meters to go( in a 40 mile race!) The racing was really fun. It was nice to do a regular cross country race since I've just been doing longer stuff.
I felt good until about 4 miles to go and with 2 miles to go I was in the deepest bonk of my life. The world went black and I wondered if I shouldn't just stop for the donuts. I was digging very deep. I was in the lead and really wanted to win. But with 1/2 mile to go Jenna Z passed with a fury. I held on to second by a couple of seconds. Lea was third. We were all within 14 seconds after 40 miles of racing. That is pretty cool. I had a trip to the medical tent. The first time in ten years of pro racing for an IV. It just goes to show how crazy bike racing can be. I know to eat and drink during a race, but I just didn't do.
Travis was rolling on his cross bike, Zack was on his Top Fuel 69er, Dusty was on his 69er singlespeed and Lea and I were on our hardtails. Amazingly the winner of the race, Jessie Lelonde was on a 29er singlespeed. It was the first time the race was won by a singlespeed. Big props to Jesse. Three out of the top five guys had mullets. Marco had the longest, but Tilford has been running one for the longest time.
The banquet after the race was a big trip down nostalgia lane again. It is so cool to see the mtbers of the 80's. They just look like real adventures who had a lot of time on their hands to play and explore their backyards. I imagine that I would have loved that era of the sport.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Wisco Disco
Lea, Dusty, Bork and Z man and I are here in Wisconsin freezing out butts off. Darn its cold here. They are calling for some snow the day of the race. By the way if you don't know what race is tomorrow, then you are not from the Midwest. Tomorrow is the biggest race in the midwest. Its actually the midwestern world championships. There is a lot of psyche getting thrown around about this race and who is going to win. There are rumors of some people peaking for this race instead of Nationals. Lea is really nervous. She has never been in a mass start with 2500 people. Well not many mountainbikers have unless they have done this race. In someone's preview of the race they misspelled her name and insinuated that she is just here to be a domestique or something. Obviously, the people in the midwest don't know about the Eastside being the best side. Yeah!
There are some cool bikes floating around. Nostalgia is big up here. It is the 25th anniversary of the Chequamegon and there is a lot of bike celebration going on. Harry put together a little retrospective bike show. It has some vintage mtbs.
It has the first Trek mtb frame from 1983 and the first composite carbon and aluminum bike. The bike culture is really vibrant here.
By the way, the race course tomorrow is on the American Birkenbiener cross country race course. But it goes in the opposite direction. On the wall at the Telemark Lodge they have all the past winners. Its awesome! These people really respect their history up here.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
September days
The days have been sweet here in Virginia. I've been enjoying starting to feel the first signs of fall. The air is cleaner, crisper and cooler. I did a nice road ride then got to come home to my sweet dog, Ruby. I'm so lucky to have such a nice life. But the days at home are always numbered. Today, I drove to Dulles. Dulles is my airport. I spend a lot of time traveling to and hanging out in Dulles. It has its problems, but I love the architecture and the people movers are a trip. We have a big Trek team event this weekend in Wisconsin. We got a special welcome by the Wisconsin State Troopers. I guess they know what VIPS we are.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
My bike
This is my Trek Top Fuel that rode to wins in the Trans Rockies and Shenandoah 100. Its the perfect enduro machine.
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