Monday, December 7, 2015
Today We Raced a Train
My buddy Josh, whom I met through my other buddy Brian (aka B-Hard), and I went on an Urban Assault fatbike ride on Sunday morning. It was pretty magnificent. Right out of the gates we were traversing a gravel road of ice, snow, wet, and mud. It runs along the railroad tracks through St. Louis Park and into downtown Minneapolis. When we entered the trail to the gravel road we noticed a light way back in the distance. Josh thought it might be an SUV, RR service vehicle of sorts. I thought it might be another bike with an awesome headlight. We were both wrong, which is cool, because it turned out to be a train, clipping at about 20mph...and when it caught us, it was epic for minutes. We were racing the train...and even though the train won, we were winners too. Who out there can say they raced a train on their fatbike? Am I right?
The ride was great. Urban Assault is so fun. Just go, figure it out as you go and eventually end up where you started. Great day, great memory, must do again very soon. And I'm checking the train schedule before we leave!!!
Obscure
Monday, October 19, 2015
Sunday funday
The alarm went off. I hit snooze. Then it went off again,
because that’s how it works. So, I hit snooze again…so I thought. It was 6:00am
the first round, then 6:08…then it was 8am! Just like that the idea of riding
the Dirt Bag gravel ride in Clearwater went straight out the window. A couple
profanities were muttered under AJ’s breath. Not because she was mad, but
actually more out of disappointment and maybe a bit of relief.
Rosemount to Clearwater is 86 miles. 6am comes quickly after
an eventful Saturday. I’ll be honest, I wasn’t sweating this at all.
We quickly sent out some messages to the few who we were
maybe going to hang out and ride with. They all sent back their version of ‘LOL’
and we moved on. Turns out it was a chilly morning, but shaping up to be a
pretty kick-ass day over all, wind and all.
Lying in bed for a few more minutes, AJ decided she needed
to get up and go for a run. Legs feeling restless, mind always moving…it wasn’t
a bad idea. So off she went and I was left with a fresh cup of coffee, a bowl
of fruity pebbles and Apple TV. So, I sat, sipped, ate and watched. I was in
heaven. Life is all about the simple stuff and being comfortable in your ‘right
now’.
As the morning moved forward and AJ returned home from her
run, we decided that later in the day we would grab the Krampus and the
Superfly and head up to the Riverbottoms for some scenic single-track. Since AJ
is thinking about buying a fat tired bike, it only makes sense that she gets
really familiar with this place…and, since she has never actually ridden there
before, it made more sense to pop that proverbial cherry.
I mapped out our course starting at a small trailhead in the
middle of a Bloomington neighborhood right off of Old Shakopee Rd. We headed
over there a bit after the Vikings game had started, parked, unloaded, and got
clipped in. I put AJ on the Krampus (Swamp Thing) and I rode the Superfly SS
(Deep Purple). As we entered the woods we were quickly greeted with a stream
crossing and a rugged grouping of rocks and concrete. Right off the bikes, we
meandered our way through rocks, mud, water and fresh fallen leaves. I was
delighted, AJ was wondering what the hell she signed up for.
Now, keep in mind, I assured AJ that the trails at the RB’s
were pretty flat, wide-open, and on a scale from 1-10, 10 being the hardest…these
were a 2. I lied, not purposefully, but she didn’t know that. If you’ve ever
ridden the RB’s east of Lyndale then you know that, although the trails are
better on that side, they are not easy by any stretch. So, she was a bit
deflated at the beginning, but held it together very nicely and by the time we
made it to the 35W/Lyndale trailhead she was feeling pretty good.
Getting off topic for a moment to set up some generalizations about
certain people and groups or people based on what we’ve experienced. Keep in
mind, this is a generalization, mild judgment, and likely true whether you like
it or not…mostly because collectively AJ and I are right majority of the time
when it comes to our world and perception being reality.
Before we get to the Lyndale trailhead we encounter a few
walkers coming at us (easy enough to navigate) and some ‘fast’ bikers bringing
up the six. The biker that came up behind us was one with a bleached blonde
topical Mohawk, large gauges in his ears, on a CX bike with no helmet, and
wearing a full on race kit. Is any of that bad? Absolutely not, that’s rad
(almost all of it). We pull over to allow him to pass, he says ‘no you’re fine
I’m waiting on a few others’…so we continue forward. Then in a blaze of glory,
all 4 riders pass us on the trail without too much a warning and they are gone.
Up ahead in a clear, straight area of the trail we see them leap of their bikes
in CX style, shoulder their bikes and leap over the downed tree in the middle
of the trail. They actually did this very impressively, but as we got closer to
the tree we realized it was only about 6-8 inches in diameter. It would have
been way cooler to bunny hop. I digress…
We hit the parking area which is drowning in vehicles,
bikes, photographers, fisherman, boaters, runners and spectators. There are
people everywhere. We head toward the next section of the Riverbottoms and ride
up and over a curb to get to the trail. On
the other side of some brush and tree’s is the Mohawk guy doing a ‘in the
middle of the field’ track stand. Just practicing his balance and kind of being
in our way as we traverse through the multitude of people, and things. You
could just feel the cool-meter going out of the roof. This guy was like the
Billy Idol of cyclocross at the RB’s. He owned it. Pint is, this guy thought he
had the right of way for life…on a bike.
So, we continue on, down the wide gravel fire road which
eventually leads into the wooded floodplain of the Minnesota River. Again, AJ
on the Surly me spinning out on the SS. We dive right in and traverse through
to the small stream crossing. At this point you have 3 options:
1)
Turn around and go back
2)
Cross the river by walking yourself and your
bike across a big, robust fallen tree that has some 2x4 ‘aids’ nailed to it for
footing purposes.
3)
Take the little floating trolley across (i.e.
load bodies and bikes onto the floating raft, use ropes to pull yourself across,
exit raft on other side of stream.
I’m fairly sure-footed. AJ will tell you she is not. And the
idea of crossing this natural bridge and falling off for whatever reason could
be a season ender. So, we opted out on that. Turning around and heading back
was not an option, well, not for us anyway. So the floating raft was what we
would choose. And what a hoot that is.
We got to the other side and now were feeling pretty
adventurous and having fun. Just a quick
fact; from the Lyndale bridge to the Access point at Bloomington Ferry Rd is
approximately 6.75 miles. We already had about 4 miles under our belts since we
started at the 11th Ave access point way back by Mound Springs Park.
We continued toward BFR where we would turn around and head back. Keeping
in mind that the River Bottoms is 2 way traffic the whole time, we encountered
a few other riders going both directions…but the next guy, rolling solo, was
coming at us (AJ in front) and he was not messing around. Because we are
courteous to all, we move to the side of the trail. This guy didn’t flinch, say
thank you, or move off the single-track trail one bit. AJ says as he passes “you
apparently have the right of way!”…to which we got no acknowledgement, not even
a ‘screw off’ or, God forbid, ‘sorry’. What a tool. Did I mention…CX bike, full
kit…!
You have to stay focused, you have to be courteous to others
and you have to pay attention down here. There are walkers, runners, dogs,
animals, crows calling, eagles flying overhead, and dumbshit people who think
they own the woods…on their fancy bikes in their racing kits, and showing zero
emotion but the only important one…that of pain. Gawd, get over yourself. The
really fast guys are racing right now at Green Acres…mmmmmmmkay.
We make it to the trailhead at Bloomington Ferry Rd. and it’s
a quick incline to get to the lot above. The Krampus lost traction, AJ went
down. No one was hurt and she was very graceful in her fall. We went across the
walking bridge, took in some of the sights then headed back onto the trail to
head back to where we came from.
A few more bikers on the way back, mostly fat tire folks
(who by the way, do move out of the way, or give you room) and back onto the
floating ferry boat, and we found ourselves back at Lyndale and the 35W bridge
overhead. Instead of taking the single-track home, we decided to get on the
pavement and take a little pressure off of AJ’s mind. So, we started our climb
out of the river valley, headed to 101st and made our way to the
car. We got there in one piece, loaded up the bikes, gave each other a hi-five
and drove our way back toward Rosemount with a little detour to Chipotle before
arriving home and devouring the Mexican goodness (not derogatory).
What did we learn from riding the river bottoms today?
I learned to be patient with Angela. This was new to her,
she was on a new bike, and I wanted nothing more than this to be fun and
adventurous.
People are funny, and dick-ish. On bikes and off. Just because
you ride a bike doesn’t mean your cool, or not cool or have the right to do
what you want.
Be courteous and say hello, or at least give a thank you to
someone who step out of your way to let you by safely. If you’re a dick to
someone who is a dick, they will still be a dick, then you are also a dick….see
what I did there?
Enjoy these days. We don’t get younger, we just don’t.
Winter is coming, embrace it, but take advantage of these good days.
Be thankful. We get to do things, buy things, ride things,
and eat things that most people in the world have no concept of.
p.s.-- I like this shirt |
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Fear Me
"Fear doesn't always lie in not knowing the answer, but rather in not understanding the question."
--me
What are you afraid of? Someone leaving you, failing you, breaking you? Maybe you're afraid of nothing...which makes you almost afraid of fear itself.
Don't be afraid to love and be loved. It's something worthwhile, and good, and pleasurable, and painful, and hard, and rewarding.
--me
What are you afraid of? Someone leaving you, failing you, breaking you? Maybe you're afraid of nothing...which makes you almost afraid of fear itself.
Don't be afraid to love and be loved. It's something worthwhile, and good, and pleasurable, and painful, and hard, and rewarding.
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
HECK of the North 2015 -- Weekend Recap
I wanted my weekends back so I quit my job. Smartly, I had a
new one lined up, and it didn’t require me to work weekends…ever. Most things
you miss out on while working the weekends you just can’t make up during the
week because, well, they don’t have epic bike races during the week. Aside from
Boston, most marathons or endurance running events happen on the weekend as
well. As soon as we found out I landed a new gig we took to the interlinks and searched
for a fun, challenging bike destination race. What we didn’t know at the time
is that we had stumbled upon what was going to be one of the most fun times on
two wheels that either one of us had experienced before.
HECK of the North is an extreme gravel cycling event in Two
Harbors, just north of infamous Duluth, Minnesota. It has been around for 3 or
4 years now and has grown in popularity. Aside from hearing how tough the 100+
miles of racing was, we also heard musings of how it may be one of the more
desolate and beautiful rides at the same time. Imagine northwoods weather in
October, the leaves changing all sorts of fall colors, and that BIG lake that
sits way below. Beauty and the beast at its best when it comes to nature. That
wind whipping across the old gichi-gami, that cold-crisp air in the heart of
the early morning, the smell of deep woods and burning brush. The sound of
trees whispering, leaves rustling, wind howling, and nature calling. This ride
isn’t normal, it’s awesome.
New for 2015 was the introduction of the HECK Half. What
race director Jeremy Kershaw envisioned was taking all the great and
challenging pieces of the Full HECK and compressing them into a shorter
version. As far as I know, he did just that. Northern Minnesota gravel riding/racing
is not like its bigger sister in the southern part of the state. It’s gnarly,
it’s technical, it’s crisp…and it’s equally excellent.
So let’s recap the trip from the start.
Friday evening, after a long work week, we packed up the car
with the necessities, racked the CX bikes and headed out of Rosemount toward
the northshore. Then St. Paul happened and we stopped, a lot, in traffic…that
was pretty lame. We slowly made our way up 35E and found ourselves stopping and
going a lot along this corridor. Anxious to keep moving but ‘hangry’ from the
work day we decided to pull off and grab a bite to eat at Chipotle. Generally
Chipotle is a busy place. It should be too, cause it’s beautiful fresh and
filling. This particular branch was very busy, and quite small…but we patiently
waited for our ingestibles and then had a seat to enjoy, what we both decided,
was one of the freshest and most flavorful Chipotle experiences to date. Ain’t
no lie. Bellies full, we headed back to the freeway which seemed to have opened
up a bit and we were on our way again.
Taking a quick step back into the week, it’s fair to mention
that our original intent was to camp at Gooseberry State Park. We had all the
camping necessities, tent, lantern, inflatable mattress, propane stove, coffee
press, lighters, sleeping bags, etc. The day before we left I received a
message from our friend Charlie…he offered up a spot at his cabin which sits
just 10 miles north of the race start outside of Two Harbors. We thought about
it for a bit then decided to take him up on the offer and we are so glad we
did. Not only was the cabin awesome, but the company we shared was some of the
best. Great guys and gals sharing stories of cycling, kid’s stuff, and life.
Something AJ and I know just a little about.
We continued up 35 all the way to Two Harbors and made a
quick left up county road 2. It was very dark, clouds laced the sky, and that
smell of Lake Superior and the endless forest was gripped tightly by the night.
We wound our way through some back country roads, onto some gravel back roads,
then into a tight, weaving ‘no maintenance’ road that led us to Charlie’s
hunting cabin. As we pulled in we were greeted with low lights, misty air, and
the sound of laughter and story-telling. We quickly parked and headed into the
cabin where Charlie and friends were reliving antics from last year’s HECK
race. We met all the new faces, fumbled around with names, and grabbed some
treats before heading out to the separate little cabin (coined the Love Shack)
where AJ and I would be staying. We unpacked our stuff, laid out our riding
gear for the next day, chatted a bit about the weather forecast, the route and
our alarm time then quickly crawled into separate beds, no kidding, and fell
right asleep.
The morning came fairly quickly. A brisk trip to the bushes
and it was time to grab some coffee, brush the teeth, pull the cycling attire
on then get the car started and warmed for our 15 minute trip to the staging
area of the 2015 HECK of the North. The guys doing the 107 mile race had
already left the cabin and headed in since they were also starting about 15
minutes before the HALF. We grabbed up our last few necessities and followed
Bryon in towards town, he assured us he knew where he was going. A quick left
off the county road and we were there. You could feel the buzz all of the
sudden. It was about 25 minutes before The 100+ mile roll-out and we found a
spot to park, found a spot to relieve ourselves, get our gear together,
nutrition organized, tires pumped, and we were on our way to the start for the
55 mile race.
It was now 8:15am, we lined up with just under 100 other
folks ready for the adventure that was ahead. Jeremy gave us a few cues, some
fair warnings as to what was to come, and a wish of good luck as he sent us on
our way. Straight out of the gates AJ was just in front of me and to the right
a bit. Directly behind her was a young kid on a 29’er who accidentally ‘buzzed’
her rear wheel. For a moment the kid freaked out and lost his shit, over
compensated his front wheel and hit the bricks. All the while, AJ thought it
was me behind her playing some kind of joke. As she looked back to scold, she
was relieved that I was still upright, and that it wasn’t me doing the buzzing,
yet also felt bad for the young guy who hit the ground with his knee pretty
damn hard. The beauty and peril of mass starts.
The first 7 miles was gentle gravel, fairly flat, no
surprises. Actually, the gravel road may have been one of the best riding
gravel I had ever been on. That first clip went by super quickly and the sights
of huge pines and old maples along with the glow of golden leaves was
spectacular. Then came our first turn. We went left and quickly off the smooth
riding gravel into some thick woods that a much narrower passage led up and
around with smooth rocks poking out in no specific pattern. This just became a
whole new ball game. Not too far into this section were there riders pulled off
to the side with repairs. Flats or seat slippage seemed to make up most of the
issues. Having too much pressure, or not quite enough would serve unfortunate
this quickly in the game. I had set my bike up with about 58 PSI as I was
running 33.5mm tires with tubes. I set AJ up with a pressure closer to 52 since
she was running a 38mm tubeless set-up. She got a much plusher ride for the
day, and with less rolling resistance sans tubes, she was in heaven with the
best of both worlds.
From here it’s tough to give you a good walk through,
minds-eye idea of what the course was like. It switched up from great gravel,
to old logging roads, to snowmobile trails with tall grass and tons of boggy
goodness. Then out of the blue you’d come into a huge open area full of piles
of logs and rocks, sand and mud, puddles and a shit-ton of shotgun shells. It
was very odd. The knowledge that there were people there at some point
recently, yet no one in sight for miles and miles made it kind of creepy and
cool at the same time. Keep in mind there are parts, albeit very few, where we
are riding with some of the 100 mile participants. You would never know it
though, everyone looks the same at this point, they are just a few miles
further into their journey, or maybe not. We come quickly to a spot where the
cue card shows a left turn, around a ‘brown’ gate. There are 3 or 4 people
there wondering if they are at the right spot, maybe a bit confused because
their bike computer is a bit off. It’s relatively clear that this is the left
turn at the brown gate though, because it’s the only left turn with a brown
gate that we’ve seen all day and it’s where it says it should be. We ended up
heading into this section after a long trip on awesome gravel…like 8 miles
worth, but all literally uphill. My legs were fresh and AJ’s were too. From
there we went for it. And never looked back. There were about 11 miles left.
Mostly double track full of awesome rocks and narrow gravel paths on either
side of a grassy center, yeah, that’s double track. False flats mostly all the
way to the county road 2 crossing and back to the staging area and the finish
line.
It was pretty underwhelming, the finish area, considering
(but not caring) that we had come in 14th and 15th place
overall out of 75 riders in the HECK Half….and all of the 100+ riders were
still out except a few who had DNF’ed at this point and found their way back to
the finish. One of the guys from the cabin, Ted, was a favorite for top 5, but
a double flat and some wonky tube put his day to rest after 60 miles, so we sat
with him around the fire, kept it stoked, and put wagers on who might win. We
had finished in just over 4 hours and that was kind of our expectation going in
to this. We were just happy to be a part of it, and although we were fine being
done with the ride part of our day, we found ourselves really excited to being
hanging out anticipating the riders coming in off the 100.
As stated, we sat around the bonfire for quite some time,
ate chips, drank diet cola and talked about who may win. There was a group of
about 5 people that could win if in position to do so coming into the finish. 3
of the five were all Metal riders from St. Cloud area and Revolution Bike &
Ski or a friend who happened to ride for and work for Salsa. In the mix was a
young phenom, forget his name now, but at 16 years for age, he could apparently
mash the gears. Rumor had it that Ben Doom had flatted and was off the front.
The lead group at the checkpoint consisted of over 20 riders, so at this point
it was anyone’s game potentially. The front group, whether 1 or 10, was thought
to come in somewhere around 6 hours. This put things in perspective for me, and
I couldn’t believe they would ride that so fast. Six hours came and went, but
not much later in the day (about 6:20 hours) we watched one, two, and three
come in within seconds of one another. Ben Doom sealed the victory after a
‘flat, bridge, pull, ride harder than everyone’ kind of day. Charlie Schad
wasn’t far behind for a second place finish, followed by the young kid, Bjorn,
for a solid 1, 2, 3 punch. Sean from Salsa was then fourth after blowing up somewhere
in the later part of the race.
The riders trickled in from there. 1 by 1 they finished.
Some looked fresh, others looked tattered. The favorite finish was our friend
Ryan Tarpening with a bunny hop leap over the finishing tape on his HUGE Ice
Cream Truck. All smiles. We hung out and waited for more people we knew.
Specifically we were waiting on Patti Schmidt-Iverson, whose hubby Al had
finished a bit after the leaders, pushing himself to the limits of sanity. Patti soon joined the ranks of HECK 100
finishers and rolled in with Bonnie Moebeck. Both great riders and good
friends.
Riders kept coming in, and we decided it was time to go get
some food and beverages. Patti and Al wanted to meet up at Blackwoods in Two
Harbors for some appetizers, so we headed south and got a little grub. We had
already planned on meeting up with Charlie and Bryon later that night at a
little place called Dixie. They do up some mean burgers, an all you can eat
fish fry, and some other original (and non-original) menu items. Dixie was back
toward the cabin, right off county road 2…so it was a great place to meet up,
share tales of the day and just kick back and relax while watching the locals.
Angie Jane had an Alaskan Salmon salad and I tried out a burger; cream cheese,
jalapenos, and bacon. Wow, it was great. We ordered up a couple diet cokes and
they came in the biggest cups ever seen, it was great to not have to call over
the server every few minutes for a refill. After dinner we were ready to get
back to the cabin and start up a fire in the wood burning stove. On the way out
of Dixie we spied a case full of pie…promptly asking the server what kind of
pies they were, finding out they were fresh made caramel apple pie, we told her
we’d take all 3 along with a slice of spice cake to go. Boom.
Back to the cabin, unloaded some wet gear and the pie,
headed in for a quick bath to wash the day away (did I mention I still had my
bibshorts on) then sat around the fire catching up, bonding in the woods, and
enjoying homemade apple caramel pie and a side of spice cake.
Night came and went fairly quickly and we woke with the
morning sun. A few things to get organized, cleaned up, and put away and we
were again off. Saying our goodbyes to Charlie and Bryon, along with the trusty
northwoods cabin…we hit the open rode and made our way to Duluth for the rest
of the morning. A quick bite to eat at Little Angie’s Cantina on Canal Park, a
cup of java at the local Caribou and a walk along Lake Superior shore. On our
way back to the car I stopped in to the little bottling shop called Fizz. Grabbed
up a couple new root beers and some Twizzler Nibs and we were on our way again.
This time straight home.
The entire trip was 48 hours from trip start to our arrival
back home. It went by too quickly and we were already on to the next thing. We
washed up the CX bikes, unloaded our gear and headed out for a ride through
UMore Park in Rosemount. After 20 more miles of gravel and some dinner, we were
calling it a weekend. And it was one of the most fun one’s we’ve had in a
while.
Sidenote:
This year I rode the HECK on my Felt F3x (which coincidentally was ridden here year one by David Thompson):
Cheers to Obscure Days....
Sidenote:
This year I rode the HECK on my Felt F3x (which coincidentally was ridden here year one by David Thompson):
Next year I would love to ride it on this (or the like):
Salsa Cutthroat |
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Pump N' Beep
The lady filling up her vehicle next to me at the local gas stop had her door open and key in the ignition the whole time. Ding ding ding ding ding ding....I almost shot her in the foot. I shot her a dirty look instead! Dumb dumb.
Friday, August 28, 2015
Urine The Right Place
So I had to take a drug test for my new job. Shocking right. Corporate America. Love it. So. I make the appointment and show up on time. The lady behind the counter quickly calls my name, to my surprise (they are actually on time too) and I head up to show my reservation. Yeah. Appointment I meant. But I reserved my right to be there. She looks at me and says "where's your paperwork?" Kinda bitchy and such. I show her my phone and said it at it was on there. What did she need exactly I didn't know. So I hand over the phone and she snaps some comment about how she can't read the writing. Shit lady. Get real. So I ask what she needs exactly and she tells me it's a 9 digit number. I find. I read.
Then she says rudely " I'll meet you at the door!" Okay. The door flies open and I follow the satan nurse into a room. Office like. She tells me to remove all items from my pockets. So I do. Then she begins to rattle off all the 'pee'ing in a cup' rules. I must have missed the part where she waits "bring the sample out of the bathroom to me" so I ask if I leave it in there or not. You know the answer ... "I said, bring it out to me!"
Yikes. So I forgot to mention I had pee anxiety. I took a piss in the shower before I left that morning and I rode my bike many miles the evening before. Bad idea. Worse combo.
So I'm in the bathroom. Struggling to drop some drops and nearly sharting my pants trying to push out what looks like Tang. Then I hear a rap on the door. The lady is knocking on the door and yelling "sir, you need to come out. This is a timed test." What. A times test of what. How fast I can pee into a cup over a toilet while you listen outside the door. Shoot. I would have worked way harder if I knew it were a race.
I finally get out of the bathroom. Hand her my cup with orange paste in it. She laughs and says "this won't do!"
She asked why I made an appointment for a urine text if I didn't drink anything prior. I said "the email that was sent out said not to eat or drink prior to my appointment!" Sheesh. The nerve.
I was embarrassed, and dehydrated so I fucking left.
The end
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Back In Time -- The First Friday
Before we can move forward we sometimes need to go back. It's brilliant actually, in a psychological way. In life it's good to revisit old stuff before we make new decisions. In this case we are going back to the day that made me think of Obscure Days in the first place.
The road 'T's' and we turn right into our neighborhood, or you can go left into another. At the end of the road, where it actually T's, there has been a pile of 3 larger sized logs. Each one is similar in size, maybe 4 feet long and 1 foot in diameter. They were dumped there, but every day or so, they had wood chips laying around them. Each day fresh chips. The logs themselves were barely moved, if at all. Less than a week ago, on a Friday to be exact, I was driving back into our housing development. To my surprise there was a large thin man dressed in overalls chopping at this pile of wood, in the middle of the road. Yes, overalls, in suburbia, in the middle of the day...a hot day. He had a beanie cap on and some ski goggles too. I was amazed, confused, and tip toeing around a lot of belly laughter. Then I looked at his shoes. Old Skool Michael Jordans. Originals. First Gen. Black and Red in all their glory.
Turns out this is my neighbor...two doors down. I'm not even sure what to think.
The road 'T's' and we turn right into our neighborhood, or you can go left into another. At the end of the road, where it actually T's, there has been a pile of 3 larger sized logs. Each one is similar in size, maybe 4 feet long and 1 foot in diameter. They were dumped there, but every day or so, they had wood chips laying around them. Each day fresh chips. The logs themselves were barely moved, if at all. Less than a week ago, on a Friday to be exact, I was driving back into our housing development. To my surprise there was a large thin man dressed in overalls chopping at this pile of wood, in the middle of the road. Yes, overalls, in suburbia, in the middle of the day...a hot day. He had a beanie cap on and some ski goggles too. I was amazed, confused, and tip toeing around a lot of belly laughter. Then I looked at his shoes. Old Skool Michael Jordans. Originals. First Gen. Black and Red in all their glory.
These changed the shoe game |
I have an ax to grind with you... |
Turns out this is my neighbor...two doors down. I'm not even sure what to think.
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
My Day
Take note my friends. Days can get obscure. My goal, to notice and digest
some obscurity daily. Then share it!
some obscurity daily. Then share it!
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