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Back at The Rocks!

Gogol Bordello and Queens of the Stone Age!

24 Hours Off FB

Not too bad. Needed to get off for a while and weigh the cost benefit equation. So I'll park here for a while and think about it.

Home Sweet Home (for now.)

Helloooooooooooooooo is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can here me, is there anyone at home? 

Trading Tour Shirts for Tickets

A Neil Young an Crazy Horse journey.

I Scored the  1^st ticket in between acts and sent Trrish in with it. The traffic into the venue dried up at about 8:20. I then  met  a very cool person and we talked about scooters, and I asked where the best place to listen, and he said, over there on the back deck,  that turned out to be a very cool place to listen to the music. I hung out there for a good portion of the first set. I then started to walk around, and found my way back to the road where people were exiting the venue out onto. It was the road that the handicap route is on and the road where the steep and long ramp that must be negotiated to get to the ticket takers.

So I hang out there for a while asking people exiting the show, if they have any un-used tickets. Most people look at you like it’s the most ridiculous question they’ve ever heard. I tell them it happens more often that they would think. No one really believed, and they kept walking. Then a nice gent comes down the road, and I ask him, and he chuckles and says no, and then says “all I have is a pass.” I immediately tell him that would work perfectly. He laughs and say’s “how am I supposed to get in to the next 5 shows. We both have a laugh, and he keeps going on his way. I take a walk back to cool listening area, which is right behind all the tour busses, about 8 of them. And just I get there, Mr.  “I only have a pass,” walks into the lot where the tour busses are, and hops onto one.  I should have been more persistent about that pass (:

So I walk out to the road again, and ask a few more people, and one guy hands me a ticket, and I head off at a sprint to make my way up the long ramp! I get to the Ticket area, and I’m huffing and puffing, and they looked at me like I was from another planet. I handed one of them my ticket, and she scanned it and it made negative sounding peep, and she promptly informed me it was used. I couldn’t believe it, I asked what kind of person would do such a thing, hoping for some sympathy. One of the other ticket takers says, “That’s what happens when you buy tickets out in the parking lot.” I say that I didn’t buy it, the guy just gave it to me. And then the original ticket woman says, “it happens all the time.

I took a few moments to catch my breath, and then asked if I could just stand right where I was, and the answer was a very quick no by all three of the ticket takers that were standing there. So I walk about 20 yards back down the ramp, and start asking for unused tickets, and  a young couple walks by and seems confused by what I was asking, but the keep walking. They made it about 5 yards down the ramp, and the young woman stops and says “I don’t thing we understood.” So I walked over and tried to repeat what I was doing and I could barely talk because of this tickle in my throat from the gallop up the ramp, but I finally got it out. And the guy starts to hand me a ticket and this other guy that was watching this all go down, yells to them that he’d pay them for that ticket if it was un-used. The woman is trying to have the guy not give me the ticket , but I catch his eye and he hands me the ticket before the woman has a chance to really make hey argument that they should take the money, And I didn’t wait around for her to do it, I ran up as I was thanking them profusely. I wanted to kick the dude that was trying to abscond with my ticket, right in the teeth, but didn’t. I arrived back at the ticket area and one of the ticket takers calls out, ”you got another one to try? And I say yes, and sorry for being so much trouble, and she says “you’re no trouble. She scans it and it beeps that beautiful sound that confirms a good ticket, and all three of them cheer at once.  At this point, I believe Mr. Soul was just starting, and I was in!

 It’s 4:06 AM and Show time is quickly approaching, and I need some sleep before starting another Neil and Crazy Horse journey.  There is a little prequel, but it must wait.

Sourdough Trail Nederland May 10th, 2012

Sourdough Trail Nederland May 10th, 2012

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I started this ride by taking the RTD N bus to Ned at about 12:15 PM. I needed some spare tubes, so I stopped in at the very cool Happy Trails bike and coffee shop in town. Talked with Rachel, Barrister extraordinaire, and bike trail information specialist. Her little Trail Board project motivated me to write this ride recap. After a burrito, decaf Americano, and an amazing little date cake, I was off with 2 spare tubes. I hit the road and made my way over to the Peak to Peak Highway and started the 7 mile journey to the SD trail head.

The P2P climbs out of town for about a mile, and then at mile marker 34, you get a cool mile downhill blast. Enjoy it, because the next 4 miles are pretty much up hill. Just past marker 39 is the turn off for the SD trailhead (sign says University of Colorado Mountain Research center.) Another half mile and you’ll see the parking lot on the left. The trail head is across the road from the parking lot. Since I was warmed up by the pre-ride, I just turned right and got going on the SD trail. The first thing I noticed was scattered areas of snow, but the trail looked dry and ready.

 I headed on, and the trail started to climb, and pretty much seemed to keep climbing forever. The initial assent was moderate on the technical side, with some large rocks and downed trees to deal with. I started to see much larger areas of snow around, and then I came to a small drift that crossed the trail. I stopped and took a picture, and kept going. About 45 seconds later I came around a hairpin turn, and ran into a huge snow drift that completely blocked the trail. I got off and navigated around it. I continued on and up, and made my way past a few more snow drifts, and walked up a pretty technical rock section, also documented in the photo section.

 I arrived at an overlook, and noticed I gained some pretty decent altitude in a short time. I pushed on and enjoyed a few very short descents, followed by more climbing, and some serious downed tree action. The more altitude I gained, the bigger and deeper the snow was getting in some places. It was far too beautiful not to go on. After another nice climb, I arrived at a little stream crossing the trail, and spilling down a very small waterfall. The sound of the water was fantastic, so I stopped and took a 45 second video clip. I rode across the stream and up a ways when I started to hear some heavy water running down hill. I also heard some voices in the distance. Up until then, the only other pedestrian action I came across was a dude and two very cool dogs, very early on from the trail head.

So I came around a corner and was approaching a small bridge with three guys trying to hit a certain tree with snowballs. They were having a very good time, but never hit the tree while I was watching. At that point, my legs had enough climbing, and the trail just kept going up, so I hopped off and started what eventually would be a very long hike with bike. The trail was really blocked in many places with downed trees, and many areas of knee deep snow to make it though. Eventually I made it to the “Red Rock trail 5 mile” sign, and it appeared that a decent was on its way. Well, it did start to run downhill, but between the heavy snow and downed trees, there wasn’t much on bike time for these descents. And for every 100 yards that it seemed to drop, it would climb 200 yards back up. Still, it was just so freaking gorgeous up there that I didn’t want to stop.

So on I went, riding a few exciting descents where it was possible to sneak by the snow. I slid off the trail a couple of times, and landed in a snow bank, but all was well. At this point it was after 6:00 PM, and I needed to call home, since I stated I’d be off trail by “5 or 6.” Around 6:30, I pretty much ran into Brainard Lake road, and the end of the SD trail. I climbed on out, crossed the road to the parking lot, and pulled over and proceeded to wring a cup of cold water out of each sock. After a short rest, I headed down on the road in the direction of Ward. All the snow that was packed on the bike was blasting into the air and I sped down the descent I was craving. It was a great ride down. 

Eventually I came to the P2P highway, and made a left and 50 yards up on the left was The Mill Site pub. I pulled in, called home, then ordered up some food and some hot coffee, took off my boots and let my feet warm up. Listened to some great tunes on the juke, had some laughs with a few of the locals, and about 45 minutes later it was time to go. I still had about 10 miles on the P2P before I got to Highway 7 and the drop back to Lyons. The ride from the Mill Site to 7 was spectacular! It was dusk, and mountain peaks were still catching some of the setting sun, not to mention it was 90% downhill! Before I knew it, I was at highway 7 and I slipped on down to Lyons.

Now it’s been about 20 years since my last, and only other decent from P2P to Lyons, and it wasn’t in the dark. All I can say is if that decent was a ride at Disney Land; the line would be never ending. From the minute I turned on 7, I was cruising like a bobsled winding down that canyon, with the rushing water from the St. Vrain accompanying me the whole way. I did not have one car on my side of the road the whole way down. It was totally mind blowing! I rolled into Lyons and realized my boots were completely dry from ride, and it was a warm spring night down there. 

So I headed out of town to the Highway 36 turnoff. I stopped and contemplated the extremely long and boring ride back to Boulder on 36, so I decided to stick out my thumb and see what happened. Less than 5 minutes later, my bike was in the back of a pickup, and great guy was taking me to Boulder. He dropped me off at The Bus Stop in North Boulder, but that being a strip club, it was not the bus stop I needed. So back in the saddle, I was off and rolling to the south side of town to catch the last bus back to Lafayette. I arrived at the correct bus stop with 7 minutes to spare. Soon I was off and on my way home, and an end to a brilliant adventure!

My Wife is a Football Widow

After the Broncos won their second Super Bowl, I decided to cut my loyal fan addiction to team sports. I just didn't feel the payoff was worth the emotional investment. Two months ago I fractured my shoulder playing in the waves at Venice Beach. All I wanted to do was sit on the couch and watch tv.

Well, Football is my best friend. Week in and week out I was treated to the amazing collaboration of pure artistic beauty, and bone crunching violence, all in the glow of our new 52" LCD HD cosmic miracle machine. My son Adrian wanders down and joins me from time to time, and we enjoy some great father son football conversations, as well as some commercial rumbles.

I fell back in love with this sport, head over heals. There's been no shortage of affair time, as the schedule is offered up on Saturday, Sunday, Sunday Night, Monday Night, and sometimes Wednesday and even Thursday nights! I pick the team I want to win based on different things, old loyalties, Broncos and Giants, then religious beliefs, The Saints, tell me a miracle wasn't involved in their last win. Then there is the better looking home uniforms against the drab white thing the visitors get to wear. It's all much more fun than the neuritic "My Team" addiction based on geographical location.

So my shoulder is getting a bit stronger, although still hurts like a fucker if I move my arm in just the wrong way during the commercial rumbles. The season and my excuse for giving in to the obsession so fully is quickly coming to a close, but it's not over till the bare chested golden god, and the the big honkered muse of the Universe sing and windmill! Meanwhile My Wife is left to wonder if I will ever really return, especially since I have two full seasons of Boston Legal in the wings. At least my life insurance is paid up.