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





Flat Memories

24 02 2009

Ahhh…commuting. What a love-hate relation I have with thee. This morning at about 5:30am I threw a leg over the Green Monster and made the 12 mile commute up to work for a 6:30 meeting. After an hour and a half of sipping coffee and looking at my watch I was released for their clutches.

Breakfast.

Breakfast.

Cranking away.

Cranking away.

Hug that line, my friends.

Hug that line, my friends.

Bike lanes are good signage place holders.

Bike lanes are good signage place holders.

So as I cross about the half-way point I suddenly feel a little more vibration in the front than I’d like. Sure ’nuff we’re running low. Real low. And no I didn’t bother to bring anything with me that would help out with this problem besides a wallet and a cell phone. I hiked up about two miles to the nearest bike shop which was closed. After another mile the phone came out and soon after the girlfriend appeared.

The long walk begins.

The walk of shame begins.

At least I'm not lost. I guess.

At least I'm not lost. I guess.

Added to today’s list: put together road repair kit in backpack.