7.17.2007
7.09.2007
For Robb
I found a website where you can view archieved commercials from days of yore. It costs 5 GBP though. Here's a link to the very commercial that Mr. Lunak mentioned. I couldn't find it on youtube, unfortunately. It was hilarious when we were 17, but probably only mildly amusing today. I'll post a video of my current favorite commercial shortly.
Tomatoes!
The garden is rockin'! We've had fresh lettuce, spinach, and kale all summer, and beans and peas the last few weeks. The carrots and onions are coming along, as is the squash. My tomato plants are about 5 feet tall with a ton of fruit on them, and lots of blossoms.
Montana was really awesome. It was fun to see everyone. I ate a ton of great food including a six pack and a pound. There are TJs all over in Missoula. I drank some Bud Light for the first time since 1999. The riding was epic. I did a few hundred miles, including a good mountain pass, and a couple other 5-6 mile long climbs.
Montana was really awesome. It was fun to see everyone. I ate a ton of great food including a six pack and a pound. There are TJs all over in Missoula. I drank some Bud Light for the first time since 1999. The riding was epic. I did a few hundred miles, including a good mountain pass, and a couple other 5-6 mile long climbs.
Yesterday was the greatest sporting day of the year. Wimbledon finals, Tour de France, Formula 1, and baseball. Unfortunately I had to work, and did not watch any tv.
As Brian wrote on his blog, our wives kicked ass in their triathlon yesterday. Mary was 14th out of 3919 overall, and 2nd in her age group out of 363. Heather was 21st in her age group, and 115th overall. Click here to study the results.
7.04.2007
6.25.2007
6.24.2007
Whitewater Race Days, and beyond
Well, my first omnium is in the books. I don't know what to say about it. There are several conflicting emotions going on.
Friday was a 20k individual TT- the "race of truth." Truth is, I'm not very fast. I rode the wife's tri bike with all the aero accouterments, and was 4 minutes down on the first placed rider. He's a major sandbagger though, as he beat the second placed rider by over 2 minutes. Brian bettered me by 4 seconds on his standard road bike. I think I was like 7th or so. The highlight was racing in the team kits.
Dr. Dingle payed a visit Friday night on his way to the "east coast." He spent the night and drove the rest of the way to Columbus, OH on Saturday. He has a funny story about trying to leave Rochester that is definately bloggable.
Saturday was the the Criterium. I had high hopes for the crit. 40 minutes of anaerobic suffering, just like cyclocross. Foolishly, I did no intensive warm-up and blew up about 5 minutes into the race. So that was that. I threw in the towel and called it a day. Brian found himself in a nice little group and did alright, ending up 15th.
Saturday night Mary, Brian, and I went and watched roller derby. That was crazy awesome. We will definately be back.
Today was the road race. 42 miles of a 6 mile loop. After our underachieving performances in the State Championships we were feeling a little cheeky. The pack, as usual, was super sketchy the first lap with guys loosing water bottles and others riding off the road onto the gravel shoulder. I hate the first few miles of road races. I wonder if Cat 3's ride like that? My guess is that they don't. Anyway, Brian found himself in a nice little breakaway on lap 2, and had about a minute's advantage on the field. With Brian in the break, I just took it easy.
The laps ticked by and Brian was still off the front with a decent gap back to the pack. I was just chillin' and feeling fresh as a daisy when, for no apparent reason, a guy 2 bikes ahead of me decided to break all laws of physics and fall over at 25mph. The guy directly behind him, and directly ahead of me, slammed on his brakes, and managed to avoid falling. I did the same, but the guy behind me thought it would be a better idea to just plow into my rear wheel. So my race ended early with a folded in half rear wheel.
I feel lucky that I didn't fall. There are few things I hate more then road rash. I also feel lucky that, since my bike stayed upright, I didn't break any other bike parts like a handlebar, shifter, or derailleur. I feel pretty frickin' unlucky though that I have a $625 repair bill to deal with. That's part of racing on carbon wheels though, sooner or later shit happens. I just wish it were later. There were really good sensations coming from the legs, and I feel I could have made a good result, but that's bike racing, I guess.
Brian's breakaway got gobbled up on the second to last lap, and he finished mid pack somewhere. He represented the Brown Bear well.
After the race we split a six pack and a pound. I also had a taco bravo.
Tonight we played disc golf at a great course less then a mile from my house. I forgot how fun that game is. We plan on making it a semi regular outing.
Tomorrow Mary and I were supposed to fly out to Missoula for Scotty and Kayla's wedding, but our flight got cancelled because of striking airline workers? So we're leaving Tuesday instead. Whatever. I respect organized labor's need to strike for whatever reason, I just wish it didn't hamper family plans. It's not often the entire Johnson clan gets together.
Maybe I'll blog whilst in Montana.
Friday was a 20k individual TT- the "race of truth." Truth is, I'm not very fast. I rode the wife's tri bike with all the aero accouterments, and was 4 minutes down on the first placed rider. He's a major sandbagger though, as he beat the second placed rider by over 2 minutes. Brian bettered me by 4 seconds on his standard road bike. I think I was like 7th or so. The highlight was racing in the team kits.
Dr. Dingle payed a visit Friday night on his way to the "east coast." He spent the night and drove the rest of the way to Columbus, OH on Saturday. He has a funny story about trying to leave Rochester that is definately bloggable.
Saturday was the the Criterium. I had high hopes for the crit. 40 minutes of anaerobic suffering, just like cyclocross. Foolishly, I did no intensive warm-up and blew up about 5 minutes into the race. So that was that. I threw in the towel and called it a day. Brian found himself in a nice little group and did alright, ending up 15th.
Saturday night Mary, Brian, and I went and watched roller derby. That was crazy awesome. We will definately be back.
Today was the road race. 42 miles of a 6 mile loop. After our underachieving performances in the State Championships we were feeling a little cheeky. The pack, as usual, was super sketchy the first lap with guys loosing water bottles and others riding off the road onto the gravel shoulder. I hate the first few miles of road races. I wonder if Cat 3's ride like that? My guess is that they don't. Anyway, Brian found himself in a nice little breakaway on lap 2, and had about a minute's advantage on the field. With Brian in the break, I just took it easy.
The laps ticked by and Brian was still off the front with a decent gap back to the pack. I was just chillin' and feeling fresh as a daisy when, for no apparent reason, a guy 2 bikes ahead of me decided to break all laws of physics and fall over at 25mph. The guy directly behind him, and directly ahead of me, slammed on his brakes, and managed to avoid falling. I did the same, but the guy behind me thought it would be a better idea to just plow into my rear wheel. So my race ended early with a folded in half rear wheel.
I feel lucky that I didn't fall. There are few things I hate more then road rash. I also feel lucky that, since my bike stayed upright, I didn't break any other bike parts like a handlebar, shifter, or derailleur. I feel pretty frickin' unlucky though that I have a $625 repair bill to deal with. That's part of racing on carbon wheels though, sooner or later shit happens. I just wish it were later. There were really good sensations coming from the legs, and I feel I could have made a good result, but that's bike racing, I guess.
Brian's breakaway got gobbled up on the second to last lap, and he finished mid pack somewhere. He represented the Brown Bear well.
After the race we split a six pack and a pound. I also had a taco bravo.
Tonight we played disc golf at a great course less then a mile from my house. I forgot how fun that game is. We plan on making it a semi regular outing.
Tomorrow Mary and I were supposed to fly out to Missoula for Scotty and Kayla's wedding, but our flight got cancelled because of striking airline workers? So we're leaving Tuesday instead. Whatever. I respect organized labor's need to strike for whatever reason, I just wish it didn't hamper family plans. It's not often the entire Johnson clan gets together.
Maybe I'll blog whilst in Montana.
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