November 26, 2011

Turkey Ride, Head Injury and another Award

     A few days prior to Thursday I mentioned to my Fave that I would be going on my annual Turkey Day Ride on Thanksgiving morning for the first time. I could tell that she was a little dis-satisfied with my decision to leave for a bike ride on a holiday, so I left before she woke up.
     After some discrete coordination with one of my riding partners, I quickly filled my hydration pack with beer and electrolytes and was off. While the weather was a bit chilly the ride turned out to be fantastic. Just look at the smile on the face of my foreign riding partner Mauricio. He's from Costa Rica, and doesn't speak much English so he usually communicates by using universal hand signals.
Peace everyone (photo: PandP)
     And Mauricio and I weren't the only ones who rode, we just happened to be the first one's up the hill. Hours later these people finally arrived.
Slower riders (photo: PandP)
      After eating some turkey, drinking beer and freezing our asses off it was time for a fast, muddy descent back to Thanksgiving, and in my case, back to my Fave and kid who at this point were itching to have me make myself useful while wearing Lycra around the house.
     We surprisingly made it down the mountain without any casualties where I kissed Mauricio goodbye and bolted home. When I arrived, however, my Fave was nowhere to be found, which actually makes it easier to hang my bike in the garage when her car isn't so rudely parked in my bicycle storage facility.
     So like usual I hung up my mountain bike and ...
Me after taking a chainring to the head (photo: PandP)
     As you probably figured out by now — my bikes fell while I was under them, which left my Fave with a bloody date to Thanksgiving dinner. So of course I asked my fave how she felt about my forehead.
My Fave's, you're an idiot look (photo: PandP)
     And ironically, I won another award from a fellow blogger.
I think he meant to call it an Idiot Award, but I'll accept it anyways. (image: JKess)

November 3, 2011

Award-Winning Morning Wood

     As I procrastinated this morning by hitting the snooze button on my iAlarm a good four or five times before slowly erecting myself out of bed next to my slumbering Fave, I had no idea what surprise was awaiting me in the Blogosphere.
The Versatile Blogger Award, awarded to me (Award Credit: Year 31)
     Yes, I am now an award-winning blogger. Thanks to a fellow award-winning blogger, Year 31, who's actually 32, but whatever, I guess she doesn't want to change her blog name every year. Regardless, it's a good blog and you all should check it out because she is also a versatile blogger. Let me spell it out for you:
     As you could imagine, I was trouser-tent happy when I heard the news about my award and I had to tell someone. Except it was 5:40am, and besides my dog, no one was awake. But I had to tell someone. So I told my Fave, and then snapped a photo of her excitement.
My excited Fave (photo: PandP)
     As you can see, she couldn't have been prouder of me. And since she was so happy for me, I wanted to capture the moment again.
Look, she's so stoked (photo:PandP)
     Her words, "who gave you that?"
     Uh, "my peers of course."
     "No they didn't," she said.
     "What does that mean?" She questioned
Something to do (photo:PandP)
     What this notoriety means is that we (Syd and I), get to do whatever creative activities we feel like. You know, like paint random stripes on the walls. This is actually a story of it's own and will be covered at a later time.
     So as a recipient of this award comes responsibility, and since I am terrible at following rules, I am sure I will intentionally screw this part up. But, it's my obligation to award other bloggers with the same award, and provide some factoids about myself.
     When I think of versatile bloggers, one comes to mind, and as much as I don't want to give him an award, I have to. And that's because when he writes about anything except bike racing, his blog rocks. 
     The first Versatile Blogger award goes to:
The idiot who writes A Kestlefest or previously The Curious Case of J. Kess

     The next goes to a blogger who I just discovered — she's stranger than fiction. Red Means Go. If you don't get her, don't worry, it's only because you're normal.
     As for factoids about me — I don't enjoy talking about myself, and would rather write about others.