History: You can write about, you can read about it… but there’s nothing you can do about it.
The Future Favors That Which Evolves.
Remember when we were discussing the various definitions of cold? Well we just discovered a new one. It’s called OhMyFuckingGodICan’tBeliveItCanGetThatFuckingCold!
Yes, you read that correctly. A new all time record low was recorded in Anarctica. -135 degrees Fahrenheit. To Hell with Arizona, I’m moving to Fiji.
This NPR Story sums up a lifetime of love and grace under impossible odds that was Nelson Mandela. Rest in Peace, Love and Grace Madiba.
The efficiency and integrity of UPS never ceases to amaze me. I ordered a package that left Shanghai China on a Monday and was delivered to Salida, CO on Friday of that week; 4 days…96 hours. In fact, I had been tracking the package and saw that it arrived at the local office. I called to see if I could pick it up and the guy asked,” Name and address? Sure, it’ll be here.” Think about that. China on Monday, Colorado on Friday. Frickin’ amazing. No passport, no TSA, no baggage check, no cavity search. And at least for me, it was free. The shipping that is. I’m sure if you asked for a free cavity search, some TSA agent would be happy to oblige.
So the next time YOU travel from Salida, CO to Commerce City, CO to Lousiville, KY to Anchorage, AK to Shanghai, China in 96 hours without any hassles, ask what brown can do for you?
Life in snow country defines itself and those who choose to endure it. The luscious green mountains of summer turn white and edged in cold. Over the years, some of us have developed certain terms that help define certain conditions. Cold is one of them. Of course cold is relative. People in Florida and Arizona start grabbing a sweater when the temperature heads below 60. In snow country, cold doesn’t become a topic of conversation until somewhere around 40. It remains “cold” until about 10 degrees when the term becomes “really cold”. Really cold is a term you hear often, most of the winter. There are times when really cold slinks away looking for a warm fire because when the temperature drops below 0, you’ll hear the term “fucking cold”. This morning it was 5 below 0 here in Salida. Now THAT’S fucking cold.
This is a post from Surly Blogs…if you care.
I don’t care.
I don’t care what type of riding you do.
I don’t care if you chose dirt or pavement.
I don’t care what bike you chose to ride.
I don’t care what you think of my bike.
I don’t care how much your bike cost.
I don’t care how much your bike weighs.
I don’t care how fat your tires are.
I don’t care how fast you can ride.
I don’t care how far you’ve ridden.
I don’t care about what your rims are made out of.
I don’t care what your frame is made out of.
I don’t care if you commute on your bike.
I don’t care if you race your bike.
I don’t care if you run gears, single speed or fixed gear.
I don’t care if you run suspension or rigid.
I don’t care about who you know.
I don’t care where you’ve been.
I don’t care who you work for.
I don’t care who’ve you worked for.
I don’t care about the races you’ve won.
I don’t care about the causes you’ve rode for.
I don’t care about the components you’ve chosen.
I don’t care if your run hydraulic or cable.
I don’t care how you wrapped your handlebar tape.
I don’t care if you chose wool or Lycra.
I don’t care if you wear a helmet or a hat.
I don’t care about your chainring tattoo.
I don’t care about your fancy sunglasses.
I don’t care if your wear a heart rate monitor.
I don’t care if you use a computer or not.
I don’t care if your “old school”.
I don’t care about your messenger bag.
I don’t care if you ride with a U-Lock stuffed in your belt.
I don’t care how many years you’ve been riding.
I don’t care who you’ve ridden for.
I don’t care who you’ve ridden with.
I don’t care about the teams you’ve wrenched for.
Just shut the fuck up already and ride your god damn bike.