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Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

Coyote Goes for a 600 Mile Ride

Coyote Hit at 75mph gets stuck inside the bumper and goes for 600 mile ride.

From http://www.snopes.com/

When a brother and sister struck a coyote at 75mph they assumed they had killed the animal and drove on.

They didn't realize this was the toughest creature ever to survive a hit-and-run.

Eight hours, two fuel stops, and 600 miles later they found the wild animal embedded in their front fender - and very much alive.

Daniel and Tevyn East were driving at night along Interstate 80 near the Nevada-Utah border when they noticed a pack of coyotes near the roadside on October 12.

When one of the animals ran in front of the car, the impact sounded fatal so the siblings thought there no point in stopping.

"Right off the bat, we knew it was bad," Daniel explained. "We thought the story was over."

After the incident around 1am, they continued their 600 mile drive to North San Juan - even stopping for fuel at least twice.

But it was only when they finally reached their destination at 9am did they take time to examine what damage they may have sustained. At first it looked as though it was going to be quite gruesome.

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"Daniel saw fur and the body inside the grill," Tevyn East said. "I was trying to keep some distance. Our assumption was it was part of the coyote - it didn't register it was the whole animal."

Daniel East got a broom to try and pry the remains out of the bumper and got the shock of his life. "It flinched," Tevyn East said. "It was a huge surprise - he got a little freaked out."

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The pair immediately phone Wildlife Rehabilitation and Release.

"We could see a little bit of blood, not a lot, and we couldn't see any wounds," Tevyn East said. "We didn't know if it was suffering and we should put it out of its misery, or if we could rescue it. But we realized we were going to have to take the front end of the car off to get to it."

The coyote had been thoroughly embedded between the front fender and radiator of their Honda Fit car - and had amazingly survived the journey without any broken bones or internal injuries. "It just had some scrapes on its paw," Daniel East said.

The coyote - which was nicknamed Tricky - became active while trying to escape the car space so, fearing severe internal injuries, wildlife rescue worker Jan Crowell managed to snare a loop around its neck.

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Jan took the coyote to a kennel in her yard while figuring out where to release it.
But three days later the coyote saw its chance - and escaped by wriggling beneath the bottom bar of the cage.

"Now it's a local coyote," Tevyn East said.

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"This coyote is amazing. If you look at the front of our car, the grill broke and acted like a net to soften the impact. It's pretty insane ... somehow the conditions were just right for it to survive the trip. We're trying to tell the story to people, to family and friends back home, but people can't wrap their minds around it." "We named it Tricky for a reason," Daniel East said.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Rusty the Hunter

Rusty and Jasper have learned to use the dog door (see Jasper of the Night) and have been spending the warm summer days basking in the yard. At least that's what I thought they were doing until a couple weeks ago. Jo's friend from New York was over she was giving her a tour of our house. I was working in the garage at the time. My work was disturbed when I heard two high pitch screams followed by thunderous footsteps rushing down the stairs. When they got to my office Rusty had a surprise for them. Laying on the carpet was a huge dead field mouse. At first Jo thought it was fake until she looked up close. Sure enough Rusty had killed the beast and brought it upstairs into my office. He sat above it with an expression of pride and concern that I might take it from him. After distracting him with some catnip, I removed the mouse by its tail. I tossing it to the open space across the road behind our fence where a local predator would surely capitalize on Rusty's skilled hunting. That is, unless it didn't make it across the road and landed in a passing car's open window!

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Last week, I was working in my office and it happened again. I had just bought a new external drive and was backing up my data when Rusty tried to ease by my feet under the bed. I knew by his body language that he had something to hide and sure enough there was another mouse in his mouth. Only this time it was alive! I had to act quick. With one hand I immobilized Rusty, who was reluctant to let go of the mouse, and used the other hand to grab the nearest make shift cage I could find. It was the plastic box my external drive came in. Holding Rusty with my feet I extracted the mouse by its tail with one hand while opening Rusty's jaw with the other. I deposited the mouse into the plastic while keeping Rusty at bay. I let out a sigh relief and looked for a stapler to close the plastic. But, before I could get done sighing the situation erupted again. Molly saw the mouse in the clear plastic container and charged into the room. I used every available appendage to block her, keep Rusty clear and hold the plastic shut at the same time so the mouse couldn't get out. With order restored I poked some air holes and secured the mouse in his safe haven.

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The mouse was huge, he was definitely a field mouse and not an indoor rodent. He was also justifiably upset, but didn't look injured. Rusty had been so surgical in his capture that his skin didn't appear to be broken. The mouse and I hoped in the truck and drove about 5 miles down the road to an open field. I opened the plastic and he jumped 4 feet into the air on his way out. It was impressive. After returning home Rusty had a look of pride on his face as he laid high in his cat stand. I couldn't help but feel proud too, although, I would prefer he kept his hunting outside.


A Second Chance on Life
(or should I say "Get me the F&@# out of here!")


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Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Knee Pain and Taping

Living in Boulder I have had the opportunity to work with Dr. Andy Pruitt, a leading cycling bio-mechanical specialist. I saw him last month for a check up on my knee pain and riding schedule this year. Along with my continual iliotibial (IT) band syndrome he also diagnosed some minor patella tendinitis in my left knee. The IT band syndrome results in both my patella's being pulled laterally or to the outside which in turn has caused the patella tendinitis. Something I've been doing regularly since my post surgery physical therapy last year is taping my left knee. I normally do single strip across the top of my patella pulling it medially or inside.

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During my visit Dr. Pruitt took X-Rays of my patella with and without tape to see how it tracks. The difference is a mere 3mm, which is almost indistinguishable without calipers. The X-Ray also revealed that even though my left knee is the one that bothers me, my right patella is being pulled more laterally than my left.

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Dr. Pruitt recommended an additional taping technique to support the patella and reduce patella tendinitis pain, seen below.

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I feel like it gives me the ability to load my knee more than normal with less pain and swelling afterwards, but there is a trade off. In my opinion, taping is a "band aid" more than a fix for poor muscle alignment / balance. It may create temporary relief, but pain will eventually present at another weak spot within the muscle system. For now, I'm trying to keep my taping to a minimum. My long term plan is continue to work with my applied kinesiologist and use Yoga, Tai Chi, or some other stretching / body symetery crosstraining.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Squirrels and Carbon Forks Don't Mix

A friend of Doug's was on a road ride with someone who sucked a squirrel into his front fork resulting in the fork arm shearing off and causing him to crash catastrophically.

Here's the story posed in a question (I believe) to a carbon fork manufacturer:


"Two weekends ago a riding buddy's brother was eight miles in to a century when he sucked a squirrel in to his front wheel while traveling at a good 25-30 mph. He fractured his #10 thoracic vertebrae, but there was no spinal cord damage, so he will recover, albeit with some new and permanent internal hardware.


From what we can surmise, the squirrel got in the wheel and sheared the fork in half. The big chainring is bent, so it appears he came down on on the ring and then on to his right side, hard enough to damage the shifter, but not bend the bars.


We were all just surprised that a squirrel could shear a fork in half like that. Have you ever seen something like that happen before? I would have expected the wheel to just lock up, but I guess at 25-30 mph the force must be a lot more than I would have guessed, and as I understand it, carbon fiber does not do well under compression/impact. And the squirrel does appear to have hit the fork dead center — at the point of highest leverage.Any thoughts?"

Here's the response:


"I have seen this before — not in person but in photos people have sent me of dead squirrels and sheared-off carbon forks. The rider would be just as injured even if the fork had not failed — just the front wheel stopping so abruptly would have put him on his face. Watch out for those squirrels!"


I feel horrible for the cyclist and the squirrel. I have a carbon fork on my road bike and a carbon mountain bike frame. Jo has carbon forks on both her road and mountain bikes. I'm well aware of the physics behind how carbon works in different applications and agree that this would have resulted in a bad crash regardless of the material, but it is interesting to see how it failed. Next time I'm doing 50 mph down left hand canyon I'll be scanning the road for anything that could pose a hazard!

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Monday, June 16, 2008

Thanks Carlos

Carlos Rizo left me this comment last week and I thought it was touching enough that I should write a post about it.

"Hi Alex,I read your blog almost daily and though I am a hang glider pilot, your posts about cycling are very interesting. Please keep writing despite not a lot of us leave messages. Anyway, I found this article in the NYT in case you have not seen it and I thought of your recent experience packing your baby. Here is the article: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/06/12/fashion/12physical.html?_r=1&ref=health&oref=slogin

Cheers from Canada

Carlos Rizo"

Thanks Carlos for your thoughts and support. That article has some sweet bike boxes in it. Unfortunately, I haven't got mine back from Maryland even thought it's been almost 2 months! Tomorrow might be the lucky day. If so, expect a short post to follow. I appologize for my lack of posts lately. Training has taken up huge chunks of time and I seem to be running about a week behind. I'll get caught up soon. Once again thanks for reading my blog and for your support...

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Tornados in Lincoln

I spent Wednesday night in Lincoln Nebraska. We got in around 5pm and I was super tired and ready for bed. Thursday I had to be up at 4:30am local time, which is 3:30am mountain time. I settled in to my normal routine of heating up dinner, stretching and organizing my stuff for the morning. Between Denver and Lincoln there was a huge line of thunderstorms headed East towards Lincoln. I expected the storms to hit that night, but did not think it would be much worse than a gentle spring thunderstorm. As I hit laied down to go to bed a tornado warning was broadcast over the TV using the Emergency Broadcast system you always see tested. It warned of tornado's on the ground headed for central Lincoln. I was on the 13th floor of the Holiday Inn in room 1313 of all rooms!


Annoyed, I decided I would head downstairs and take a look myself to see how bad it was. Outside the haunting cries of tornado sirens filled the back ground and after walking around for a while I spotted a small funnel cloud. Between the visual obstructions of city buildings I watched it dance about, skip off the ground and stir up a bunch on paper and garbage, and then recede upwards. I lost sight of it behind the train station. Shortly after it started raining so I found some cover under a large concrete awning. There was a parking garage nearby that I planned on using for shelter if a tornado headed directly towards me.


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I enjoyed the lighting show and thunder as I sat under the awning. I felt safe, taking in the storm, until I was literally blown out of my seat by what sounded like a sonic boom. I didn't even see the flash. It sounded like I was right below the blast of a 4th of July firework finale. Ears ringing and body shaken I decided it was time to head the half block back to the hotel. As I left the cover of the awning it happened again, every bit as bad as the first time accept this time it wasn't just sound. I could feel electricity come off the top of my head. It felt I was suddenly overwhelmed with static electricity, but it never sparked. It was a feeling that I have never felt before, then it disappeared as quickly as it came. It was by far the closest lightning strike of my life. My body surged with adrenalin and I broke into a full sprint towards the hotel. When I looked back I saw that it struck a high tension line pole right above me that was obscured by the awning. Mental note: When observing lightning storms under concrete awnings check for high tension lines overhead first!


Approaching Storm from the 13th Floor

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I headed back to my hotel room tired but thinking that the worst was over. When I turned the TV on for an update it warned of more tornado's and a tornado watch until as late as midnight. I looked out my 13th story window to confirm the reports and saw wall of darkness approaching from the West. Needing to go to bed I considered just hanging out, but the local news station weather man was pleading through the screen for anyone who was watching in central Lincoln to take cover immediately. Needing a second opinion I turned to the weather channel which also warned of tornado's on the ground near Lincoln, Nebraska. There was a stark contrast between the two meteorologists. The weather channel guy was calm, collect, and professional while the local guy was anxious, panicked, and over animated. Maybe the proximity of tornado's to their respective studios had something to do with it. I decided not to chance it and headed back down stairs. Avoiding the claustrophobic basement conference room the hotel was pushing guests to ride out the storm in I headed for the parking garage. It had a concrete staircase that I could bail into of a tornado came. Safe from lighting I was awed by the power of the storm. After the initial wall the sky turned black even though it was only 7:30pm. Gail force winds carrying water and golf ball size hail pelted the parking garage. After an hour the worst of it was over and I really had to go to bed. Just as I was about to turn the TV off a sad story came on the air. Four Boy Scouts were killed in a camp about 60 miles away in Western Iowa by the same line of storms. For the article click Here.


The Storm from the Parking Garage

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Tuesday, May 20, 2008

When Chickens Fly

Or should I say How Chickens Fly! This was on the Oz Report recently. My apologies to the Hang Gliding readers as they have already seen it, but I thought the non-hang gliders might enjoy.

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Photo submitted to the Oz Report by Joe Greblo.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Shadow Bit me in the Ass

Utah Trip Continued... Shadow bit me in the Ass, but I had it coming.

Two Notable Point of the Mountain Characters - Shadow and John F.

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Shadow and I go back a few years, but I don't think he remembered me from previous meetings at the Point of the Mountain. Shadow is Dan's Australian Cattle Dog. Jeff, Dave, Dan, Greg and I were standing around after Adam had launched. I was riling him up and making him chase me while Adam was benching up above us. Dan said "Don't do that, he'll bite you in the ass."; but I didn't listen and sure enough he bit me in the ass. It hurt. The kind of hurt that doesn't go away, just throbs for hours, but I didn't mind. It was good to hang with the old boy and play a bit. Here's a sequence of Shadow doing 360 aerials and doggy Mctwists.

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Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Longboarding Epic

Last Friday there was a good weather window long enough for me to get the M Coupe out to the detail shop to get a dent fixed and a clear bra installed on my hood. Jo works about 1 mile from the shop and offered to let me use her car while mine was being fixed. Instead of mounting up my roof rack and taking a bike I loaded up this long board John got me for Christmas. It's about 5 feet long and rides smooth as a cadilac. What a perfect opportunity to break it in with a short trip on the bike path.

The Longboard

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The Dent

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On the way to the detail shop, Josh, the owner called me and said I needed to drop the car off at his paintless dent repair shop first. "No problem", I repsonded and speed off in that direction. When I got there I realized that my one mile skate had just turned into an 8 mile skate on the sandy shoulder of a busy road. Leaving the shop I had to go straight up a hill and then brave the super long and steep downhill side. When I pulled up to the shop, the M Coupe imidiately got the attention of everyone there. After I dropped off the keys, their eyes were all on me as I opened the hatch and pulled out the longboard. The hill started right out of the parking lot. My progress up it and into the 30 mph wind was comically slow. The looks on their faces were priceless as I slowly inched away with each push. I would have gone faster walking up it, but I had to much pride to walk in front of my audience.

I haven't skatedboarded since I was a teenager. Starting out on the wind swept shoulder, as semi's and honking commuters rushed by just a few feet off my left side was bad, but the head wind and sand were worse. The muscles in my front leg protested the strange demands I was placing on them with cramps and pain. After an eternity of suffering I crested the hill thinking the worst was over. Wrong! The downhill side was longer and steeper. I did an incredible job of avoiding the sea of rocks that were just waiting to jam in my front wheels and send me headfirst into traffic, but the shoulder was too narrow to turn and control my speed. My only option was to eject off the board and run full speed down the steep grade of the highway shoulder into the leafless, brittle pricker bushes below. Beaten down, demoralized, and riddled with prickers I shamefully walked, board in hand, to the bottom.

At the bottom of the hill I finally left the chaos of the road for one of Boulder's many bike paths. You can get anywhere in the city on a bike as fast as in a car. This is partly due to Boulder's intricate, well laid out bike paths and partly due to its horrible traffic. With the shear hell of the hill behind me, I settled into a good rythmn and started enjoying my adventure. My leg muscles were getting used the skateboard, my cramps were fading, and I was even starting to add a little style to my form. It was great for about 15 minutes, until the gust front hit.

When frontal systems cross over the Eastern Rockies they crash down on the plains of the front range with enourmous energy. Hence my blog name; Lee-Side means "the leeward side" of the Rockies. The front that moved across Coloardo Friday hit me smack in the face with about two miles to go. It litterally blew me off the longboard. I spent the last two miles moving at at snail's pace, weaving on the path through the open fields and paire dog towns of East Boulder. There was absolutely no protection from the wind. Unlike cycling which I am used to, I could find no optimum aero position on the long board. I just had to push through it. After another eternity, I rode into the detail shop to the same priceless looks I left the dent shop to. Josh summed it up best with the words, "You skated that far. (Pause) On a day like today. (Longer Pause) Your (insert your favorite explitive here) ___ing crazy!". I think stupid is a better adjective, but in my own twisted way the suffering in the wind, sand, and traffice was a hell of a good time. Besides, I was due for an epic!

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

10000 Picture (Every picture has a story)

When I converted to Digital Photography in early 2004, I set up my upload program to name images with numerical file names. My first digital camera was a Nikon Cool Pix 5400. My first picture taken with that camera was named DSCN_001 and each subsequent image had an ascending numerical file name. Incidentally, I ended up selling that camera to a guy in a truck stop parking lot for a thick wad of $20 bills in the Spring of 2005. We got the attention of quite a few onlookers as we did the deal. The last picture I took with that camera was DSCN_3843 on March 6, 2005.

DSCN_3843

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Every picture has a story. When I took DSCN_3483, Molly and I were driving my old 1987 BMW South Westbound on I-76 in Eastern Colorado. It was my first day active after being down for 3 weeks from a nearly fatal staph infection. It was quite an ordeal that involved surgery, 5 days in the hospital on intravenous antibiotics, and weeks recovering in bed at home. Prior to taking this picture Molly and I had spend the day watching hang gliders scooter-tow in the flat fields of Eastern Colorado. I was still very weak, but was itching to get out of the house.

When I got my current camera, a Cannon 20D digital SLR, I started my numerical naming system over with IMG_001. Cannon files use the prefix IMG instead of DSCN. On December 10, 2007, I took picture number 10000 with the Cannon 20D. That night when I was looking at my freshly uploaded pictures I was confused why there was an IMG_001 until I realized the upload software I use won't count above IMG_9999. IMG_001 = IMG_10000 or picture number 10000.

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This was taken on our trip to Maryland as Jo was crossing Light Street in the inner harbor of downtown Baltimore. She was laughing because I was heckling and trying to embarrass her from the sidewalk. We had spent the day at the National Aquarium with my Mom dodging groups of field trips and trying to spot every animal in the exhibits. They both are terrified of snakes so I made sure to make them stop at every snake exhibit. At the gift shop I bought a fake can of salt water taffy with a snake that jumped out when you opened the lid, but they were on to my shenanigans and didn't fall for it. In fact nobody has, what a waste of $6.99!

Thursday, November 08, 2007

The White Rim 2007 - Random Pics

Bare with me, I'm still editing pics from the White Rim 2007 trip. I've yet to write my story either, which I need to do because it is fading with every hour I'm back in town. Here are some random pics until I get it together.

Sunrise

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Painted Desert

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Molly Waging

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Boulder Cycle Sport

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Crack Kills

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Petroglyphs

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More to come soon...

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

The White Rim - Past Trips

I'm still editing some of the 300 pictures Donnie and I took from the 2007 White Rim trip so I thought I might keep the blog going by resurrecting past White Rim adventures. Last year's trip with Jo was just hang gliding due to my knee injury and can be seen in my 29 pictures in 29 days posts in my blog archives from November and December 2006. Here's the story of the 2005 trip which was the first of a tradition of late year biking and hang gliding Moab trips.

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Back in 2005 Ramine and I were invited to ride the 103 mile White Rim Trail in one day with some "old balls" mountaineers including Into Thin Air author Jon Krakauer, main character Neal Beidleman, and crew. It turned out the day they picked to ride was one of the coldest days of the year and they all bailed! I guess all those cold high altitude nights on Mt. Everest had thinned their blood, so it would just be Ramine and I for the ride.

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Ramine, Donnie, Dave, and I left Boulder Friday and picked up a French climber named Niko under a bouldering rock in Big Bend. After the ride, we planned to meet up with Jeff (OB) and Adam (Batman) from the Salt Lake area. Saturday, Ramine and I froze our asses off riding the White Rim trail while Donnie, Dave, and Niko climbed Fisher Tower. They managed to get a rope stuck on the way down the last pitch. Meanwhile, after about 9 hours and 90 miles of riding on the coldest day of the year I suffered one of the most colossal bonks (= dearth of energy) of my cycling career. It was cold, I was out of food and everything hurt. Luckily, I happened to run into Jeff and Adam on Mineral Bottom Road. Adam came to the rescue with some homemade Chocolate Cake - Priceless!!


The next day Jeff, Adam, and I truck towed hang gliders and filmed the last segment of the Horse Thief Canyon movie which featured aerial footage of my solo launch off the 1000' foot cliff. After spectacular sunset flights we had the last of the cake and parted ways East and West.


Niko and Dave had gone back to Fisher Tower to rescue the rope. I mentioned that I could go home that way if they wanted to hang out a climb some more after Ramine and Donnie left, but we never finalized details or a time. After a successful rope rescue mission they climbed for a little while and then spent 8 hours standing on the side of Rt. 128 waiting for me. Can you imagine the uncertainty, anguish, and turmoil of waiting 8 hours on the side of a 2 lane road in the middle of the desert wondering if your pseudo ride is ever going to come or worse yet already came. If that wasn't enough, about 4 of those hours were in engulfed in the ink black blanked of the desert night. When I finally came over the hill to Fisher Tower Road at 10:00pm I saw two people in the middle of the road frantically trying to flag me down. They were delirious and emaciated. Niko's joy filled melody of broken English was hilarious. Dave told me it got so cold they took turns sprinting in the dark to fend off hypothermia. It was an epic end to an epic trip.

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Tuesday, October 30, 2007

New York City

Two Weeks ago Jo and I went to New York City for her Dad's birthday and to visit her friend Ally. It was only my second time to NYC ever and 14 years since my first visit. Needless to say I prefer mountains to skyscrapers. After the birthday party we spent a day in Manhattan or "Man-natton" as I was intentionally, obliviously mis-pronouncing it to the disgust of New Yorkers. Ally recently started road biking so we decided the best way to see the city was to rent some "mountain bikes". They were cheap and I'll just say that the definition of "mountain bike" varies greatly between Boulder, CO and New York City. We had a blast touring the city and doing laps around Central Park. I couldn't resist using my fitness and altitude advantage to school some locals on their gucci road bikes. Some weren't too happy getting passed by me on a cruiser bike, I mean "mountain bike!" I passed a guy riding a $6000 Specialized Tarmac SL on the only climb in the park, he was pissed! He stuck on my wheel until the top of the climb where I put in a last ditch effort. It hurt bad, but I dropped him. I stopped after a while to wait for the girls and he caught me. The indignant look he gave me reminded me of the same look my cat gives me when I move him off my desk against his wishes! The whole trip was good fun. Jo's parents treated us to a great dinner and Ally took us out for Fondu. Hmm Cheese...

All Dressed Up

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Local

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Ally and Jo on the "mountain bike"

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West Side Bike Path

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Detour Under the Bridge




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Graffiti

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Mugger's Tunnel

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No Hands in Central Park

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This Guy Didn't Have a Chance

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The Girls in Central Park

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Urban Cycling

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