The Unvieling

Here is the new ride fully built, if you look close in this photo you can see Megan's head as she is admiring the shiny red parts.





Notice the smooth cable routings I did
for the front and rear deraillers. Yes those housings are Avid Flak Jackets.
















Now all I need is a photo shoot with Racy Straw. I think a couple in black and white would be stunning.

New Arrival

Well after much anticipation our newest arrival is finally here.
Everyone say hello to the Niner R.I.P 9
RIP short for "Roll In Peace." This stellar machine was voted bike of the year by mtbr. The Niner name is in reference to the usage of 29" wheels. Most bikes have 26" wheels so these would be bigger.
The parts are rolling in from all over the globe and I should have the shake down cruise sometime next week.

Here she is resting gently in my office chair.


Stay tuned for the fully built photos along with a complete list of components.
I'm sure you are all giddy.

Terrestrial Radio is dead to me.

I hate local radio. I am glad that they are in a panic over losing market share to the point that they are spending money to decry the folly of satellite radio. The adds that are running locally are pathetic, sad and full of untruth. Instead of telling everyone why they shouldn't get satellite radio why don't they provide a product that people want to hear.
I have had XM radio for 4-5 years and I am never going back. Look here to see what you are missing.
Terrestrial radio may be free but I guess you get what you pay for.

Birthday Party

February 4 is my birthday, I'll be 37. My lovely bride is not all that fond of cakes, she will make them if you ask but she would much rather have an ice cream pie. Lucky for me I have a friend who for the last few years has taken my plight to heart and provided me with a special, homemade, German choc0late cake of my very own.


I won't use her name online but it rhymes with "Racy Straw." This is a shout out to you girlfriend.


I thought I would also list a few of the lucky people who share my birthday;

Alice Cooper, in the running for ugliest man alive.

The late, great Rosa Parks. 'nuff said'




Natalie Imbruglia.......



Who can forget this guy, Dan Quayle. POTATOE... POTATO???





Charles Lindbergh, my favorite aviator, shame about his baby.




And since tonight is the Super Bowl I thought I should put my favorite Giant in here. The original "LT", Lawrence Taylor.

Lost Wedding Ring

Last week was the annual golf trip to Las Vegas. A bunch of guys I know have been coming to Vegas in January for 12 or so years to play for three days and get away from the bad weather up in SLC. I still go even though the weather is about the same in St. George.
We stayed at the lushly appointed yet not overly ostentatious New Orleans Hotel/Casino. I think there are more restaurants in the casino than in St. George. We played golf at the Piute Golf Club in North Las Vegas. There are 3 courses there, a new one for each day. I will not bore you with the windy details or my magnificent Eagle on number 16. Instead we need to talk about my wedding ring. I always take it off to play golf and now I can't find it. I even called the hotel on the chance that someone found it. Fat chance.

So I have been looking on eBay for a replacement, what do all you super shoppers (I'm looking at you Robin and Anne) think of this very special number? I think I could pull it off.

Goodbye dear friend

It is time to say goodbye to an old friend. I bought this bike in the spring of 01' just after Sarah and I moved to St. George. I was technically unemployed at the time and had a lot of free time which I spent exploring the area on this trusty steed. This is the photo I am posting on ebay.





I love this bike. Here we are in happier times





I replaced her two years ago with the newer model. There is a joke here about wives but I will leave it to the readers imagination. So for two years she has sat in my garage and I felt that it was time to give her a new home.
The newer model will also be sold this year, I don't have nearly the same emotional attachments to that bike. Somebody just needs to cart it away. I will be replacing that bike with a lighter Cross Country bike that will not tempt me into doing things like the picture above.

I will end with a quote by Thoreau “There is no remedy for love but to love more.” So I will go and find a new bike, one that I can love again to erase the pain of seeing this one go.
Goodbye dear friend.

Barfalo's

Last weekend Duane and Sallie Sullivan went with Sarah and I on our suggestion to a new restaurant located in the new strip mall over by Costco. It had advertised itself to have "authentic Brazilian food." I have to admit that I did not know that they do not have salt and pepper in Brazil or any other spices for that matter.
I will not call the restaurant by name but it sounds a lot like Barfalo's, I could tell that the owner and proprietor was working very hard to make sure that our experience was enjoyable. He maybe should have done some pre-opening taste/consumer tests. The beans and rice would have tested in the lower tier.

As unsavory as that meal was, the Cold Stone Creamery never disappoints as we retired back to our house to watch the DVD provided to us of the spectacle that was our New Years Party.
If you have not seen that footage you need to get ahold of someone with a copy and laugh yourself silly. My two faves; Bob Lamareaux's absolute commitment to a great idea and Steve Layton's dance moves complete with facial expressions, priceless.