Thursday, December 30, 2010
For no real reason, I started collecting old soda bottles about a year ago. I don't buy every one I see, but I've rounded up about 15 of them so far. They only requirements is that they are glass, I guess. On Monday, I got the above two bottles from my Mom for Christmas. If you aren't from Detroit, you've probably not heard of either Faygo or Vernors as they are fairly localized soft drinks. I'm a fan of both, and was really happy to include these in the collection.
One of the coolest things is that each bottle has not only it's own screened on logo, but most of the bottles have a unique shape, and some have really small details. I'm actually to the point now where I have to find a new place to display them, as I've filled up the windowsill where I've been housing them.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Sorry I've been below the radar for most of the month, been busy. Frank and I had another Christmas adventure, this time skiing in the White River Canyon on Mt Hood. Pretty much getting in over our heads, but learning and building lots of character. Good for the soul. Feels good to be back on skis.
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Speaking of playing in the snow, it has been really cool over the last couple of weeks to see what Dave Ollila has been up to. The Marquette Backcountry Ski is pretty much exactly what I've been looking for in a ski for years. I worked at a ski lodge at the pro shop back in my college days. Loved the other people that worked at the mountain (in the rental shop, lifties, bar tenders, groomers, etc.) but really disliked the people that came to ski. So much so that I never once even used my free season pass...however, if you take the resort out of the picture, and give me the powder, fun and friends well, I think you see where I'm going with this: Backcountry.
Dave describes the skis as "70% ski, 30% snowshoe, 100% fun." I'm not very good at math, but that is an equation that I can understand.
The above Voile bindings have been traveling around with me for years, just waiting for the right opportunity to carry me into the snow filled hills and woods for some earned turns! Pretty sure they came out of a box on non-sense back in my Surfer Publications days, not sure. Either way, I think I'm going to buy some of these fat skis from Dave and give them a try.
Got up to the snow on Mt. Hood Sunday with Jenny, Elsa and Frank. We just walked along a Forest Service road for an hour before turning around and walking back. Not super exciting, but what the doctor ordered after too much food on Thanksgiving. Certainly need to get back up there soon.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Monday, November 08, 2010
I picked up a used copy of "Shelter" a few weeks back. Not sure if you've heard of it, but it is an incredible book with more than 1,000 photographs of people's homes from around the world. Mind blowing, awesome stuff. I had originally gone to Powell's to pick up a copy of Builders of the Pacific Coast, but it wasn't in stock that day. Little did I realize, they had been produced by the same man, Llyod Kahn, some 25 years apart. Do yourself a favor and buy them both from Shelter Publications!
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Monday, November 01, 2010
Dave Roth Photo/ Cross Crusade #6 Astoria
Every pedal stroke hurt, but it sure was a fun race! Damn near every inch of the course was people urging ET to phone home, or "Go Elliot". The bike and my body are trashed, but once again: is there anything the Ahearne Cycle Truck cannot do?
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
The weather was pretty awesome on Sunday at the Cross Crusade PIR race. The above picture is from Jose Sandoval. I think he caught me doing what I do best: yelling at people racing their bicycles and drinking canned domestic lagers. If you figure out what you are good at, why mess with it?
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Came across this flyer from a race I put on 10 years ago. Where have you gone, Lightning Bolt Man and Brat Man? I miss those days. Reminds me of the Pink Floyd lyric from the song "Time"
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Ever since the run up to Interbike last month, I feel like I've had my foot on the floor. Yesterday, I finally took a day for myself and headed to the mountains with Elsa. Jen ended up spending the day working on some projects, but found a great hike to Mcneil Point in one of our guide books. I got a bit of a late start, but was on the trail right at noon. The scenery is nothing short of breath taking for about half of the hike. The above shot is from the ridge traverse around Bald Mountain. In it you can see Sandy Glacier in the center and Mississippi Head to the right of it. The hike was somewhere around 9 miles round trip and took me a little under 5 hours. I ate lunch at 6,100 feet overlooking Mount St Helens, Mt Rainier and Mt. Adams with Hood behind me. There was someone camped in the old CCC stone shelter on the point, so I didn't spend too much time hanging around there.
All in all, one of the best hikes I've ever been on. Judging by how much Elsa has slept and eaten since we've gotten back, I'd say she had fun too.
Thursday, October 07, 2010
I'll probably always be a history buff. I especially appreciate the history of sport. That being said, before I got really into cycling, my first love was North America's oldest sport: Lacrosse. Just yesterday my old man gave me an issue of Sports Illustrated from earlier this year that had this great article about the Iroquois Nationals lacrosse team. The Iroquois team is unique in all of sports, as they remain a sovereign nation in international sports competition. This summer they were held out of the World Lacrosse Championships in the UK due to their passports. Very unfortunate for everyone involved, as I think not having the originators of the sport be there was terrible for the sport.
As an aside, my favorite lacrosse story took place in the state of Michigan. On June 2, 1763, a group of Ojibwe used a game of lacrosse to over run the British garrison of Fort Michilimackinac. The people in the Fort were fond of watching the game, and the natives of the area played several matches near the fort. During this particular match, as several men played, the women that were with them sat on the ground outside the fort. During the game, one of the Ojibwe hurled the ball over the wall of the fort. Not wanting to interrupt the match, one of the guards opened the gates of the fort to allow one of the players to run in and grab the ball, as the Ojibwe hoped would happen. With that the Ojibwe rushed to the women gathered outside the fort where they dropped their sticks, and traded them for weapons the women had hidden in their blankets. They rushed into the fort, and massacred the garrison.
Monday, September 27, 2010
I heard some terrible news last night that has been with me all morning. Slovenian cyclist Jure Robic was hit by a car while on a training ride, and died of his injuries late last week. I didn't know Jure personally, but I've been familiar with him since the summer of 2006 when someone handed me this article from the New York Times about him. I was just about to leave on RAAM to crew a British team, and a friend thought I would enjoy the article. I did. Sadly, Jure dropped out of RAAM that year, but roared back to win the race 3 more times.
You don't hear about guys like him very often. Truly a tough son of a bitch, I wish I was 1/8 as tough as he was.
Tailwinds Jure, Rest In Peace.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
Thursday, September 09, 2010
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
Last week, my old pal Ian Broughton came out to Portland for a visit. We did nothing but have a great time for 4 days, and it was really great to see him. On Friday, we headed for the Gorge to hike and hit Double Mountain. On the way out, we saw the above lenticular cloud hovering over Mt. Hood. I've never seen anything like it in real life, and I gotta say that mountain continues to impress me all the time.
JB snapped the amazing picture Sunday at the end of our ride at Paradise Royale. For those of you who haven't heard of it, I'm here to tell you: Some of the best mountain biking anywhere. Boom, I said it.
Crazy single track, a world class pump track, excellent camping ($8 sites, water, etc). And the best part is, there is no one there...
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
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Friday, August 20, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Using the Cycle Truck to pick up a new car battery, and drop off and old one. There is some pretty sweet irony there. As I was riding to the battery store, I recalled this isn't the first time I've fetched a car battery by bike. Last time was for my 1979 Chevy Nova, Green Tony. It was probably 2000, summer time in Marquette. Put the battery in the basket of a bike named "Pedro". Pedro was a great bike, until it tried to kill my friend Pipp....
Thursday, August 05, 2010
Boom. Check this monster out! I'm pretty stoked with the build so far. It'll have full fenders, and there will be a sign on the frame, and a deck on the rack. Otherwise, pretty much set. The fit is getting close, trying to stretch out on it as it is probably going to become my daily rider when our office moves to NE Portland and I've got to commute about 5 miles each way, instead of the 1 mile commute I have now.
I sold three bikes and a variety of other stuff to finance this sucker. And it was worth it!
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
We don't claim to know too much about gardening, but we've done some stuff right this year. We picked lots of berries, and made some tasty treats with them. The lettuce did well, but it was a bit bitter for my liking. We just had some pesto pizza, so we know the basil did well. Above you can see how our tomato plants are doing. The top picture was taken last night, and the one below less than two months ago. Last night, Jenny had to lash one of the plants upright as it is getting so heavy it is threatening to take over the whole planter. On the four plants, she stopped counting at about 60 tomatoes! Incredible!