Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Boston Fixeds

Since i'm heading out to Colorado manana, i need to get these Boston photos out before they're just straight out dated. Boston is a city where you can make a living as a bike messenger, and my informal survey seemed to show 3-4x more fixed gear bikes than their geared counterparts. Of course, i didn't want to give the messengers a fat head by going all paparazzi in plain sight, so i started stealthily snapping these shots, and blammo, they all disappeared, like some sort of wacked-out anti-Field-of-Dreams or something.

trying to put the Hawaiian shirt behind me

Some shots from my photo-run to Boston U and back.

Monday, June 19, 2006

who will buy these?

i mean, sure they're sexy and all, but why?

Darren told me their pricepoint comes in higher than Dura Ace.

Nice detail of the function here and this is intriguing.

Fenway Photos

Here are some photos from our night at Fenway Park, i thought it was pretty tacky that after all that debate, they decided to cryogenically freeze Ted Williams in front of Fenway, low class man, he's the last guy to hit .400 for God's sake.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Boston Common

Boston is a runner's city, i'm really enjoying the great routes i've found and the topography. Today, my legs were a bit tight, so i decided to take it a little slower and head just down the road to the Boston Common, much of my run was on the Freedom Trail which is quite a collection of historical stops. Very cool. Tomorrow i'm thinking i'll run the last few miles of the Boston Marathon course, maybe i'll make it to Heartbreak Hill, it looks to be about 5K from the hotel, so we'll see.

I know i haven't written about the conference yet, i'll probably do that next week. When i get back at night, i'm usually exhausted.

Tomorrow night is our "party night" which will be held at Fenway Park, unfortunately i won't get to see the Sox play, instead Train will perform which will be pretty cool. I hope to get a photo of myself in front of the Green Monster.

Tonight we ventured back into Little Italy and got some good Pizza, we walked all the way over to the Barking Crab only to find that some software vendor had rented the place out and we couldn't get in, sucked. The pizza was better.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Lovin Boston

I wish i had more time to see the city, Tech Ed has been great so far and all encompassing, much more on that to come. This morning i got up a little early and ran about 5 miles, crossing 2 bridges and seeing maybe 300 or so other runners, along with cyclists and folks walking to work, all the while racing the shells sculling on the Charles River, the temp was probably about 60 or so, very nice.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

In Beantown

The difference a week makes, today's flight was a piece of cake. No problems, no difficulties, no security searches, very smooth. I was grateful. We got to Boston, grabbed a bite to eat, and then headed over to the Convention Center to register and catch the Keynote, which as it has been in the past, was a bit long and tedious. The actress who plays Chloe(sp?) on TV's 24 helped cohost, but it was still tough.

Anyway, the sessions begin tomorrow, so i need to start stretching out my brain tonight.

Yesterday, i had a great ride with Jeff and Charlene, and a very short one with Ward. This was my first time on their new adapted route which passes three or four different plantation homes, Houmas House, Hermitage House and Bocage, which reminds me, if you've got a few mil to kill and want a country home, click here. Only 5.5 million, it's a steal.

Two great finishing touches to the ride, we started to cook in the last 10 miles or so, so we jumped in Jeff's mom's pool after which was super nice. After that we headed to G-town's tacqueria for a "big burrito". Let me tell you, this place is awesome. You step through the door, and it's like you are in Mexico and $5.99 got me a burrito that definitely earned it's name. SERIOUS, real SERIOUS.

Anyway, time to sleep.

Friday, June 09, 2006

June 11th

Four years ago today was the accident on River Road, i came across this the other day, it's something i wrote back in 2003, a year after.

Thinking of Steve

I remember

the lean of your head while pounding the pedals and the tilt of your

your attacking spirit in races and training, especially on climbs

the ornery way you would pull in the paceline

your ever-presence on cold wintry training rides with that enormous
ski-cap neatly somehow pulled under your helmet and that multi-
purpose blue undershirt that seemed to meet your every need

the 32 ounce Big Gulp you'd rest on your handlebars after the
training race for the ride home

our Coffee Call rides betting that Norm wouldn't show up

chasing your crazy daredevil ass up, down and around the rough roads
of Solitude

your polite tutelage of Dunaway on the finer points of the paceline

the day George Pou told me he was scared of you because you were
so MEAN! :)

your love of any road with gravel and you dragging a foot through the
turns at the Rouge-Roubaix like you were some kind of professional

how you thought the Cycling Cup Points competition was stupid even
though you were leading it at the time

the way you hated time trials, but raced them all anyway

the training race before the accident when the two of us broke away
and you won

I didn't get to talk to you the day of the accident, I picked up the
ride after the first sprint, which I believe you won, and got in just
in time for the disaster. I miss you and think about you often.
Peace my friend.


Wednesday, June 07, 2006

usa usa usa usa

You gotta love it

Stage 3 - June 7: Bourg-de-Péage - Bourg-de-Péage, 43 km

1 David Zabriskie (USA) Team CSC 52.48.65 (48.854 km/h)
2 Floyd Landis (USA) Phonak Hearing Systems 0.53.00
3 Levi Leipheimer (USA) Gerolsteiner 1.16.50
4 George Hincapie (USA) Discovery Channel Pro Cycling Team 1.34.83

Oh yeah and check out who got 9th, the guy who can't time trial.
Watch out for the TdF!

fun ride

Saturday morning, i had originally hoped to catch the Giro after dropping off Amy and Ryan, but there there wasn't room for my stuff! So, then i decided to catch the 8:00 Star Hill ride, but the multi-airline dilemma messed up that idea, so armed only with my trusty iPod, i entered into an 83 mile chautauqua ride that turned out to be very cool, estimated route here. Highlights included the metropolis of Woodville, scenic Fort Adams Hwy, the Pond Store dirt climb and of course JVC. I'm thinking Solitude could be added to this, or maybe Sligo and it would be close to 100.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

more airport rant

While we're on the topic, here's two groups of people i can't stand.

Group 1 - In the terminal, the people who blow by you so they can rush down a jetway, board a plane and then sit down and do nothing.

Group 2 - People on a plane, rushing to get out of their seats, so that they can stand in line in the aisle for ten minutes, blocking your view of the plane, while you taxi to the jetway. Completely filling the cabin with, from where i'm sitting, people's asses. Like they think you're doing some kind of research field work on what happens to Dockers after they've been sat on for 3 hours.

Yeah, i can't wait to fly again, next Sunday to Beantown, then the next week Colorado.


Monday, June 05, 2006

Longest Entry Ever or Airport Joy

Saturday was a hoot, taking Amy and Ryan to the airport, really it was.

We woke up at three, packed up the wife and boy and were on the road by four.
Arrived at the airport right after five and proceeded directly to the Northwest check-in as our Delta travel assistant, stationed in Delhi, had directed us to do. Immediately things became interesting because our confirmation code wouldn't work in the Northwest kiosk, no worries, i figured it was a glitch, due to Delta owning our fare, whatever.

No, not that simple, our trusty Northwest attendant informed us that they only had a return ticket for us from Grand Junction. With the charm and charisma that has earned me millions of fans worldwide, i asked her "So then how will she use the return flight when she can't get to Colorado?" Like so many times before, i got no answer. Instead, the three of us trucked over to Delta because according to Northwest, they had botched this up.

At Delta, we got in our second line, long story short. Delta had correctly set up the fare, Northwest didn't know what they were doing. Amy's new connection would be with American. We wait about 20 minutes while all this gets confirmed then blammo, back across the terminal a la Jesse Owens.

At American, our third line, we were faced with a decision, International or E-Ticket? We waited it out in the E-ticket line, seemed logical. When we got to the front, we discovered that while our original ticket was an e-ticket, the new reissue was a printed ticket, which of course gets handled in the line labeled International. Makes sense to me.

On to line number four, American International. At this point i'm a bit delirious with anger, but it seems like things are sorting themselves out so i recline on the luggage that we've been toting, which of course engages the roller wheels on the bottom and blammo slammo, i'm now laying on my back facing the roof of the New Orleans International Airport. Laughter pours out of me like Tom Hanks in the Money Pit. This is a great way to meet other people in line, namely the wonderful group of senior citizens ahead of us heading to Vancouver. Seeing Ryan and taking pity on the obviously insane father of this cute little guy, they let us skip in front of the line. Tough times are obviously behind us right?

We get Amy's ticket, all's good with the baby appliances she hopes to check at the plane, and they even give me a pass to assist in the whole operation through to the gate. Nice!

Line number five forms at the metal detectors. We're told that Ryan's carseat and stroller have to pass through the x-ray. So barefoot with a hundred people behind me huffing and puffing, i'm given the awkward task of collapsing the stroller while holding the carseat in my other hand because surprise! Amy and Ryan have been randomly chosen to be patted down. Undoubtedly, her lovely pale skin and blue eyes succeeded in being racially profiled as a key operative of the IRA or something.

I stuff everything into the x-ray, positive that i jammed it, and turn around just in time to see Ryan, my 7 month old son, being patted down by a security officer. This is good stuff, but it gets better.

I'm putting on my shoes, and i grab Amy's plastic bucket containing the 15 odd metal bangles she was wearing, and i hear the following screamed out loud so that everyone in 70001 can hear, "SIR YOU CANNOT TOUCH YOUR WIFE'S BAGGAGE, STEP AWAY FROM THE TABLE." At this point they decided that Ryan, although dangerous looking on the outside, is actually quite benign and they hand him to me. I wink at a pilot and say, "We fooled them! My son is a killer!" he laughs. Meanwhile, Amy is now being scanned by a wand, and i'm wondering why we just didn't drive out to Colorado.

Finally through the security check, we haul butt down to the gate. Amy checks in and they tell her to get right on the plane, so now we're forced to have a nice Hallmark goodbye moment for the viewing pleasure of the 30 odd people pissed off and queued up to be seated last on the plane.

Did we actually pay Delta for this?

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Delta Website

It's still a work in progress, but i got the Delta Racing website pieced together this week. I've been working with the DotNetNuke framework for a while, and decided to use it for our site. I hosted it with Go Daddy and they made configuration super easy, hats off to their interface. DNN makes it very easy to add pages, manipulate them, and it ships with integrated site membership and management etc. I'll be adding photos and more info over the next few weeks, for now, the highlight is the LAMBRA District Road Race Bible located on the front page. Check it out.