Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Thank You Victor Lebow!

Thank you Victor Lebow for pointing out how to make me happy! I would have no clue how to make myself happy if you hadn't came along 34 years before I was born. Without your "Price Competition in 1955," I would be a depressed drunkard meth addict. Here is my all mighty commandment:

I reiterate your statement over and over and over and... without your wise control over society, I would be nothing. How could I ever survive? To you I owe a tithing. Oh, wait, I can't tithe you, I need all the money I can get for my ego satisfaction.
Alright, so maybe I can't thank just Victor Lebow, but the entire American society. Thank you for buying into the greed system. I find that my quality of life goes up substantially every time I get some new product that proves that I'm a better person than my fellow American! Who needs true friends who you share time with and do all sorts of fun activities with? Not me! All I need to be happy is material goods! That way I'll be better than anyone else without having to do anything! When I push down on the gas pedal of my Hummer, it proves that I, myself, am more powerful than you. I have control over a bigger engine than you do and that makes me more powerful than you, which makes me a better person than you. Since all I need in life is material wealth that proves my superiority, I'm extremely happy! I'm so happy that all I need to do is keep proving that I'm better than you and you should keep bowing down to me and giving me more money because of it. Who needs valuable time with friends and family when time is money and money is all that is needed for happiness. Why can't scientists come up with a way to keep us from needing sleep? I'll be the first to buy into it so that I can work 168 hour weeks and feel pure bliss. It will be heavenly to forget about other people and relish all of my material wealth once I own all of the goods that the earth can produce! Gimme, gimme, gimme!!!!

Tuesday, April 21, 2009


Next time I ride and/or race a bike, I would really prefer to not flat. Five flats in four rides gets ob-f-ing-noxious! Especially twice in a race! After one flat, I chased back onto the field and caught on at the base of the hill, only to have to chase again after a minor breaking up of the field that I wasn't quite prepared to handle just yet. When I was getting close to reeling in the splinters, the rear wheel went flat and took out all odds of my finishing as I hadn't put in my spare rear wheel. Nuff said.

The next day, Charlene and I took off to Leslie Gulch to hike into Echo Rock Hot Springs. By the time we got about half way, the temps were too warm to consider a hot springs soak. As we approached the springs, we decided a soak in a near by creek much more appropriate. I dammed up a little pool and we soaked away an hour or so in a sweet lil' creek (Willow Creek). If we try this one again, it will be with lower temps and kayaks. Kayaks would really be the way to go! That might even motivate me to put the racks on my car and buy a kayak or two when I get a job.

A 4.5 mile hike or a ~3 kayak trip

The hot springs are just past that big rock (Echo Rock)

The sights are worth the trip into the area, even if just to see Leslie Gulch (none of the shots did it justice)

A perfect place for a kayak/hot springs adventure

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

A Few Days Out

A few days away from the city does a person good, or at least it does me good anyways. I did a couple intense rides up and down a whole bunch of the Kendrick grades, a few hikes, shot the breeze with the family and then visited a classmate in L-town. It was a much needed break from the norm. It's amazing what a few days away from the incessant sound of combustion engines and neon lights can do for a guy!

First Bedrock Canyon Falls

Second Bedrock Canyon Falls

From the log seen in the previous picture

Dad and I hiking near Rock Creek

Dad taking out a tree stand from above the South Fork of the Clearwater

Sunday, April 05, 2009

Motivated Again

For a while now, I've felt like life has been put on pause. No job and no real focus that seems to be lucrative. I've been needing a change! Something that is self fulfilling. This is a funk that I've never really experienced in my past as there has always been something to motivate me (cycling, outdoors, computers, ideas about how society should advance, etc). Those things that motivated me didn't pan out to any degree of financial security and, to some degree, I've felt a bit like a failure.
I've began to hate that feeling and, oddly enough, the hate towards that feeling seems to be returning my motivation. I've began redistributing that anger to a pair of pedals. Anything that happens to be pissing me off and guess what? Redirected to a pair of Speedplay X2's! Visualizing the plume of crap from the retarded redneck's huge diesel truck being floored off of a red light -> X2's. Greedy AIG pigs -> X2's. No response from my 10th application this month even though I have a degree and experience -> X2's. Heatseeker by AC/DC on the iPod at mile 90 of an Emmett-Horseshoe Bend + Dump Loop -> X2's.

My punching bag

Anger reduction method in action

Not only is it doing wonders for my perspective on things, it's making me a faster cyclist in a really big hurry. Saturday, even with an ache in my back that kept me from standing straight or driving properly, I was able to bust out a 3rd place TT. Sunday, I impressed myself even more. With around 10 miles left, I'd helped break up the field and was in the remnants of maybe eight guys when my front derailleur decided to slip completely loose and grind on my chain. I had to stop and adjust without an allen wrench (it was that loose). After all was said and done, I was around 80 to 90 seconds back and was pounding it out in the little ring. Eventually I decided to attempt a jump to the big ring. When that succeeded, I was able to go full bore. Not too much longer and I'd brought back the front group, very much to my surprise. When I got there, Stu went off the front and I wasn't about to consider chasing just yet although I could have. An attempt to bridge just brought along enough baggage that I wasn't going to do more work. Again, Stu off the front. This time I sat in for a while and let Stu steadily build a small lead. With around three miles to go, I attacked and really went with the fury of a jobless, disgruntled and remotivated raging cyclist. I took along Remi and Kai (Stu's teammate). When I reached Stu, I wasn't going to give him a free ride, so I attacked again. By now, Remi decided that he'd add some horsepower to my attempt to rip the field to pieces. In return, I promised to lead him out for the win, as long as I got the chance to keep tearing the field to shreds. And that's how it played out. I lead Remi out and the field got tore up (at least the 3rd time that's happened between he and I - him going for a stage and me going for GC). I took third, but I felt absolutely amazing after having vented some of my pent up anger.

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