Stubborn Little Irish Boy

17 03 2009

The last day of our weekend. We got some fantastic deals on bike gear for Heidi this morning, then took to the streets for a nice hour spin. She flatted when we were almost home and I didn’t have the right tools on me so I had to race back to the truck and swing around to pick her up. Beers followed. And yeah, what a bummer to flat on your first ride ever on your first road bike ever?! Lame. At least up until that point everything was smooth and gravy. She was even rocking clipless (eggbeaters) pedals for the first time!

Santa Maria!

Santa Maria!

Light Rail: The Silent Killer

Light Rail: The Silent Killer

Over the shoulder.

Over the shoulder.

Mesquite repair stand.

Mesquite repair stand.

Beer and bikes. Wish that one was in my stable.

Beer and bikes. Wish that one was in my stable.

By the way, Happy St. Patrick’s Day! and Happy Shave Yer Man Legs Day! (for all you tri-geeks). With a name like Mackey it’s a safe assumption that I’m Irish…not like all the posers that go out drinking their shitty green-colored swill this one day of the year. Real Irishmen drink whiskey and that’s what happens to be in the cup that I’m firmly grasping at the moment. Drive safe you mofos.

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Felt Up in Tucson

16 03 2009

Made the trek down to the Old Pueblo today to pick up Heidi’s new Felt. She was quite excited and rightfully so, it is a sexy rig. The guys at TriSports.com were extremely friendly and did a great job fitting her.

Lust in the parking lot.

Lust in the parking lot.

Because this is her first “real” bike, she doesn’t have any of the accrutements.  We stopped at REI on the way home and picked her up a new helmet and some cycling gloves. Tomorrow we’ll grab some flat pedals (for use until she’s ready to fall over) and the riding will begin! All I have to road ride with her is my fixie so it will probably work out to be some great training for the both of us.

What a cute couple!

Newest member of the Argyle Armada!

All dorked out.

All dorked out.

I'm jealous.

I'm jealous.





Bike Parts and Dog Farts

15 03 2009

The story of my life summed up in one quick, witty, rhyme.  Runner up titles included:

  • Sweaty Socks and Punchin’ Clocks
  • Empty Beers and Fixed Gears
  • Clocking Miles and a Weak Writing Style

It’s been a fairly slow weekend. I cut my finger pretty f’ing badly the other night. Probably should’ve gone to the urgent care but you know how boys are. A buddy helped me bandage it up, I got home, starting drinking some scotch to help ease the pain, and then it was told late to do anything. Good on me for boycotting western medicine. (riiiiiiiight)

Anyways that wound has stopped my training for the moment. I’ll be getting back into it tomorrow, though. By the way, tomorrow Heidi and I are driving down to Tucson to pick up her new bike. She’s super excited (as am I)…I’ll throw some pictures up on the blog in the next day or two.

In other news, work is launching a challenge to bike, run, commute, and multi-sport our way towards prizing including a trip to Hawaii. Hells yes. This was designed for me.  I’m going to try to blow everyone out of the water and get some free schwag and better yet, bragging rights. This shit begins April 15 and goes through July 5. I can’t wait.





Chihuly You

11 03 2009

Today Heidi and I hit up our local LBS (that’s Local Bike Shop for those of you not in the loop) looking at bikes for her. She’s been wanting a new bike for a solid six months now and it’s finally time to pull the trigger.  Well we found exactly what she wanted. It’s a very sweet looking Felt F95 with the oh-so-stylish Slipstream Argyle paintjob. Only they didn’t have her size. Nobody seems to have her size and she is very much bummed out.

Coincidentally some heavy hitters showed up while we were discussing this perdicament. Blackberry’s were drawn and a massive search has ensued.

Give me 30 seconds in that trailer.

Give me 30 seconds in that trailer.

We’ll see…they’ve got our number and we’re chompin’ at the bit waiting for word of a 54cm aluminum and carbon work of art.

Path of least resistance.

Path of least resistance.

Turning it over.

Turning it over.

Check.

Check.

Represent.

Represent.

I was out for a nice ride today after a couple of days of rest. Legs were spinning good. I was climbing hills in bigger gears than usual…always a good feeling. Sat on my nuts once, though…not a good a feeling. Greenhaven is a badass local band. I’d describe their music as ‘dirty rock.’ If you’re local to the PHX area you should check ’em out. My man Strangwayes is the singer. He’s got to be one of the most interesting dudes I have ever met. Guy can tell you stories for hours, just keep feeding him beers.

After the ride, Heidi and I went to the Desert Botanical Gardens to check out the current glass art display by Chiluly.  Fascinating stuff.

glass fireball

glass fireball

reeds

reeds

spire of light

spire of light

If you want to see the rest of the photos, I’ve got them here.





Pedalphiles

8 03 2009

The past couple of afternoons were spent with T.B.A.G. as we had setup a free bicycle valet service for those attending the Arizona Beer Festival. We had a great time and provided an awesome service for folks who commuted to the party.

TBAG 2Seater

TBAG 2Seater

Ride-N-Park

Ride-N-Park

We made some great connections with people, provided a sweet (and free) service, promoted bicycle commuting, and made a little cash for the non-profit through donations. Not to mention we got to laugh at some seriously drunk people leaving the festival.  A good man who goes by the name Scrottie brought us vols some delicious peach cobbler and chocolate-zucchini bread. Which is a good example to follow: if you don’t want to volunteer, bring delicious goodies for volunteers.

My friend just got back from hiking the Grand Canyon which is a little crazy this time of year because…well…it’s full of snow. Well not “full” of snow, but that would be pretty cool, now wouldn’t it? Anyways, good on her for doing something amazing with her days off. Wish I could scratch off tasks like that a little more regularly.

trail snacks.

trail snacks.

Tonight I’m feeling a little weak in the stomach for some reason. Buddies want to me to meet them at the bar…I probably will only because I haven’t seen them in a long time. My weekend has officially begun. Let’s see what I can do with it.

Update: My pillow beat out the bar stool 10:1





Nothing To See Here

6 03 2009

Word of the week: humdrum.

That pretty much sums up this past week. No trips. No races. No crashes. Working, running, mountain biking, playing with the dogs, and the occasional beer. I suppose that if my week can be summed up by those five descriptors I’m in pretty damn good shape as a human being. Particularly in this day of job-loss, depression, and recession.

Flying solo this Friday.

Flying solo this Friday.

Right now I’m listening to a little Martin Sexton and reflecting on life. Trying to make the most out of every day is very easy and nice to say. But if you’re true to yourself, it’s a very difficult statement to fulfill. I guess it’s something to strive for: outperforming our previous day’s accomplishments. I say just get out there and enjoy yourself. Don’t be lazy, have fun but not at the expense of others, and be midnful of nature.

Better check on the potatoes, I think they’re boiling over. Enjoy your weekend.

One final paragraph of advice: Do not burn yourself out. Be as I am-a reluctant enthusiast… a part time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it is still there. So get out there and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, encounter the grizz, climb the mountains. Run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, that lovely, mysterious and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to your body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much: I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those deskbound people with their hearts in a safe deposit box and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this: you will outlive the bastards. — Ed Abbey





Backyard Paradiso

3 03 2009

After that last little spill off the bike I took a few days off. The legs were (still are) fairly bruised and beaten up…but that’s how it goes. Yesterday I had the bright idea to take off on an eight mile run. It was fine, I finished in under an hour ten ( <9 minute mile ) and felt pretty good though I think my knees and ankle swole up afterwards.

This morning I spent a solid two hours cleaning the bike, tightening and adjusting bolts, and tweaking my seat position. The thing looked beautiful when I was done with and I just had to take it out for a quick hour spin on the near-by trail system.

Beef.

Beef.

Back end of the loop.

Back end of the loop.

Rider profile.

Rider profile.

Thigh huggin'

Thigh huggin'

Lost and Found.

Lost and Found.

At some point during the ride I had unknowingly ejected my water bottle, so I went back through a partial loop to find it.  Great little ride, all in all. The bike is running as good as it ever has (except for a little quirky-ness in the front der). I’m feeling about as good as I ever have. Life is alright.

On with my regularly scheduled day off.

Kloe catching some sun.

Kloe catching some sun.