My logs say I rode 1,720 miles, climbed almost 98,000 feet, and burned 85,000 calories. (Interesting side note, while generally I think my Garmin unit overestimates my calories, this number would equate to about 24 pounds of weight.) I have done more, I have done less. Highlights? Another Gravel Rouser Wolfman, I did win a race this year (technically, I was the only one in my class), I made it half way across WV and camped at least one night by bike, I was taken down by a dog on a road ride, and I bought a geared mountain bike.
Yes, after riding rigid and single speed for years, I added a geared bike. I had to turn my gravel bike (Redline d440) back in to a mountain bike for Ethan who out grew his 26" Monocog in less than a year. I spent weeks reading about bikes, geometries, tire size, frame material, and so on. I had considered the new Cannondale F-Si 29 and the new Beast of the East (27+), the Ritchey P-29 as well as some full suspension offerings. All to settle on another Redline, a d660 carbon framed, 2x10 with a Reba 100 mm front fork. It weighs slightly less than my steel Monocog Flight 29er, It handles fast, pedals faster, and is comfortable for a long time (compared to my SS). I have really noticed that my upper body isn't as tired after a ride compared to my Monocog.
Sadly, after returning to work following the Christmas shutdown we were greeted with a large round of lay offs (about 20% of our staff). I was spared, though in such a small company, my coworkers were also my friends and it sure stings.
The future is a bit uncertain, at least from our earthly perspective.
|Unboxing the Redline d660 at the Cycle Path|
|Our kind of happy hour at Fluff Bakery|
|Fun with phase diagrams.|
|New shirt, though apparently it isn't work appropriate.|
|Christmas Kale thanks to a warm December.|
|StreSS relief with the SS.|
|I think he is doing it wrong?|
|Brock: can we go to Casa?|
Me: Brock, what shape is the moon?
Brock: It's a crescent.
Brock: What is it made of?
Brock: How do you know?
Me: Astronauts have been there.
Brock: I want to be an astronaut.
Brock: A dinosaur astronaut.
Me: Of course, that goes without saying.
Brock: I will definitely use my listening voice when I go to kindergarten.
Brock: I just counted to 100! That's like a million numbers!
My Dad (after taking him to see Mountain Stage for his birthday): Oh, I thought Mountain Stage was a bluegrass band.