In news so breaking it hasn’t made it onto the interwebs yet, Cycling Utah‘s May issue is out and the Mooseknuckler Alliance is well represented inside. Sir Pratt’s photos are featured in a piece written by his wife about the grittiest of gritty races. And yours truly has the last pages of the issue. In total four whole pages are dedicated to happenings that are Alliance related. I guess in some sense the whole damn thing is Alliance related but those four pages are contributed by Alliance members. Grab a copy at your local bike shop.
In other bike related newsiness, Ironman Fever is in full swing. You can’t swing a pedal wrench without hitting a tri-geek around these parts. Not that I’m complaining. Their money flows like wine and some of it even ends up in my pocket. For one week I can be tolerant and love aero bars, funny helmets and sippy cups.
I will be enjoying them on Saturday as well. GoLow and myself will be stationed in Veyo fixing up that which has broken down. I’m not sure how excited I am about that, but hey, it’s only about one week a year…
Speaking of weekends, this past one was nice. Enjoy some pictures.
The wind was ripping something in the fierce category of about four fierces. On the KB scale of exageration it was utterly freezing, meaning it was about 50 degrees with a descent wind chill. The mountain was in spring as the greenery was hatching from under the frozen drifts. I strapped the snow shoes to my back in hopes that a summit bid may be in the works, but due to the utterly freezing temps and the fact that there was snow (not really sure why I brought the snow shoes) we were forced to turn around after about an hour and half of hiking.
I must admit that I have a soft spot in my heart for mountain air. As soon as I step out of the truck and take that first pine scented wiff, my worries melt and life is good. Regardless of how utterly freezing it happens to be.
And now for the way back machine, enjoying this.
This just in, it is rumored that downhill super star, Sam Hill, was found dead in his apartment. He apparently had recently found out that his biggest fan and stocker was no longer paying him homage, and had even put his Demo up for sale. Ah, the horror. RIP Sam Hill.
That should be enough nonsensical love for tonight. Until tomorrow, when we are expecting another sighting of the crazy guy on the blue bike with a big basket on the front.
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Great post. Wow, very cool you guys are all in the ‘zine.
I miss the mountain air for sure!
The way I see it, Tri-Geeks are like a distant cousin. I don’t always understand their viewpoint but I appreciate the way that a bicycle has affected their life.