What the.........

As the days grow shorter it is darker and darker in the mornings. Last week as I left at 5:15 to ride the infamous Utah Hill - it was very dark. I have a flashing red light on the back so no one hits me but no light on front. Ivins City and Kayenta have city ordinances against streetlights except on main roads in order to maintain the night sky so as I turned onto 400 west and headed north I might as well have been riding with my eyes closed. I was navigating by the stars and maybe should have slowed down a little because at 13.6 mph I hit this.





Someone had strategically left a large pile of gravel in the roadway. You can still see where my tire made contact.
I was flipped straight over, broke the fall with my face and ended up on my back completely confused.

I pulled myself together and figured out what I had hit, cleaned myself off and started riding again.
As I started to sweat I realized by the burning on the left side of my face that I may have left some of my dermis back at the gravel pile. It felt like I had been hit in the face with a burning track shoe.

I finished my ride and went to buy a light.




Stupid construction people.

Two'fer

If you think this looks like an ordinary bike log you would be wrong.


This time I have two guest stars for your enjoyment. The first is the famous Anthony Vance. He and Lynette stopped by on their way home from Texas by way of Las Vegas. No they are not geographically challenged or lost, they had the time and the means to visit the people most important to them....................the Bruderer's.
Anthony and I took a quick ride tuesday morning on the Barrel Roll trail. Here is Anthony at the top of the first climb s t r u g g l i n g not to lose the enchiladas from the night before.



I know that he will be happy to see that picture. :) Your my boy blue!


He got himself right and made the rest of the trail look easy. Here he is about to clean the nasty part of the trail.



The second guest star is the smooth and svelte Douglas Shaw. He and I rode the Ulcer 111 again this year. Maybe some of you will be able to see that I ripped this picture from the web.



Douglas is the guy with the blue helmet. I'm not sure who the other good lookin' guy is but he looks like he was doing all the work.

I finished with a 5 hour and 12 minute saddle time. I had big plans for this year but I was 17 minutes slower than last year, I am going to blame it on lack of sleep and bathroom privacy.
I did see the best and biggest crash ever! So no matter how bad I felt I know that I was doing better than the 20 or so dudes who piled it up at 28mph in downtown Provo. Oh the humanity.

Wishing on a star

I wish I had my own bathroom.

Hugh Hefner thinks I share a bathroom with too many girls.

The entire house hold uses our bathroom as the go to place for teeth brushing, hair coming and various other beauty regimen to which I remain ignorant to. There are 3 other full baths at their disposal but they choose to walk in on me when I am less than fully clothed.
Without fail every time I step into the shower at least 2 people stop by to find something or do their hair or in Janie's case just stop in to say "hey." Luckily for me I had a builder that built a shower in such a way that when you are au natural you can not be seen by others in the room.

In this home I have been able to separate my garage and my office very well. The only junk in my garage is my junk and the only way to get into my garage is thru the office. Ingenious if I do say so myself.
My next house is going to have a boys only locker room so that I won't have to clean toothpaste out of my sink before I shave. I won't have to move hair product and other goo gaws off of my side of the counter. Nobody will steal my towel. My shower drain won't clog up with long hair. There will only be 1 shampoo in the shower, no conditioner. I will still have a loofah but it won't be pink, nobody is saying that a man can't ex foliate. I will add a stackable washer and dryer for convenience and maybe a hidden door to the office or garage, the other man spaces.

The problem is that by the time I am ready for another house nearly all these problems will be gone. Until then I will just keep wishing and keep my towel tightly wrapped.