The Flying Dutchman

Did a road ride today from home up Emigration Canyon, over Little Mountain, up to Big Mountain and back. Is just about forty miles. Got out there with Matt, Dwight, and Daniel The German. (The jury's still out on Daniel The German, I say. Seems like a nice enough guy, but I'm not sure how many "Daniels" we really need. Also can't understand a word he says. I do really like German Chocolate Cake, however. Liked it since I was a kid. But then someone told me they don't even have German Chocolate Cake in Germany! "Where would they get the coconut?!" African Swallows, maybe?)

Told them a bit about the movie Heidi Beth and I watched last night: The Flying Scotsman. It was good. A biking movie. You'd like it.

Anyhoo, I guess I never take any pictures when I'm on my road bike. Maybe I've got some other road biking pictures I can post...
(Rummage, Rummage...)

Ah, here we go. Nov 21, 2004 - Forever ago - Riding up City Creek Canyon (Memory Grove) with Matt and Martha, John and Sandy and Ruby.
La Galerie

(Matt and Martha towing Ruby).



(We also get to see John and Sandy riding their mountain tandem before it suffered its disastrous fate at the unkind hands of ME during BIKEaPALOOPA 2005: Unending Ride From Hell Organized By Big "Unfathomable" Jim. It's a long story. We broke the bike. We had to walk 500 miles, just like the song, and then 500 more. Through stinging nettle.)
La Galerie BIKEaPALOOPA


Ah, and here we have Paul, Matt, and me skiing Scotty's Bowl in 2005.
La Galerie Du Mort!



Look at Matt and try to imagine him throwing my cell phone into the snow moments after this picture is taken. Because that's what he did. [Why doth this rage boil from within Matt's bosom?] My phone is still up there. I periodically try calling it. I'm sure that it's been collected into some small animal's burrow though. Makes me smile to think of some groundhog snuggling up against the numbers, closing his eyes... then

VIBRATE!!! VIBRATE!!! VIBRATE!!!

"Sweet Jesus!" He probably says! Then he makes a food offering of nuts to the phone god. Gives me a good snort. Thanks Matt.