It never rains, but it pours

The Templeton Gap Trail has a fine new concrete surface east of Goose Gossage Park.

The Templeton Gap Trail has a fine new concrete surface east of Goose Gossage Park.

One of the downsides of bidding adieu to scenic theocratic Bibleburg is that I won’t be able to enjoy the new bits of bikey infrastructure the city has been laying down.

I managed to slip out for a short ride today and found that the stretch of Templeton Gap Trail that takes cyclists from the Pikes Peak Greenway to Palmer Park has a new layer of concrete (it used to be beat-to-shit asphalt and dirt).

Shiny new blacktop adorns Templeton Gap Road.

Shiny new blacktop adorns Templeton Gap Road.

Also, Templeton Gap Road has a fresh coating of shiny blacktop and a nifty new bike lane. It has yet to be stenciled as such, but hey, it’s a holiday weekend, right?

Well, for some people, anyway. What with the Vuelta a España and live blogging thereof, the pending move to Duke City, guests in and out of The House Back East™, visiting newsie pals, goggle-eyed dogs requiring doctoring, chats with roofers, landscapers, gutter guys, real-estate types, bankers and mortgage-loan officers, Herself in the first month of a new job six hours to the south, and rain rain rain every god damn day, downtime has been a rare bird around these parts, buckaroo.

That said, I have not been shot dead by the laws and left to lie in the street for hours. Nor am I beheaded by ISIS, invaded by Russians, or infected with the Ebola virus.

I do have to go to Interbike, though. I’m not certain which horseman of the apocalypse that is.

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16 Responses to “It never rains, but it pours”

  1. khal spencer Says:

    I suppose you could live in different cities….

  2. Pat O'Brien Says:

    10 September is a week from Wednesday. Yikes! At least it shouldn’t require any flying. And, you got to ride today, albeit a short one. I hope that all your work goes quickly and smoothly and you are in your new kitchen soon cooking up something special for Herself. And I have a suggestion for the Boo Man. Doggy door.

    Cheer up. You could have had this dipstick running for mayor in Duke City. We must have done something shitty in a past life and, as a result, have been suffering with him the city council the last 2 years. At least he didn’t win for mayor. And we had a whopping 28 percent turnout which took almost a week to figure out after the county bumbled the ballot count due to a “data corruption” problem. Here is a quote from our great councilman concerning appointments to the city’s environmental commission.
    “In my opinion the environment is fine, the planet is fine and there’s’ no water shortage,” Crosby said. “I’m reluctant to encourage citizens and council to pursue policies that are typically contrary to free market economics.”

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      “Free market economics.” The favorite three words of lamebrains everywhere.

      This year’s auto trip to Interbike will be a little more hectic than usual. I need to make a stop in Albuquerque to sign a couple reams of paper (we’re closing on the new house on Sept. 8, details to follow). Then I have to haul ass straight to Vegas on the 9th for a media “event” that evening.

      So I’m missing out on my traditional overnights in Santa Fe (La Choza, Ten Thousand Waves, Tia Sophia’s, etc.) and Flagstaff (Beaver Street Brewery, Late for the Train, etc.).

      The return leg will be another whirlwind trip, ’cause our critter sitter will probably be losing her mind by day seven, what with eye-dropping the Boo, foiling Miss Mia’s sly escape attempts, and dodging the Turk’s attitude problems, which come with claws attached.

      New house has a doggy door, but here be skunks. Lots and lots of skunks. Every dog in the ‘hood has had a taste save the Boo, and he’s come close.

      My visiting newsie buddy told me a woeful tale about some campers he knew who got up in the middle of the night to pee, failing to zip the tent closed after leaving, and upon their return zipped themselves up inside with (wait for it) a distressed, irritated and ultimately vengeful skunk.

      • Debby, south of Longtucky Says:

        Yet another reason to hate camping! I have to say though, having to share the tent with a skunk is a new one on me.

        Good luck with all your activities, P’OG. Moving is hard. Better times lie ahead though.

        And yes, I’m getting a little tired of the endless rain too. It does beat being on fire however.

      • Patrick O'Grady Says:

        I like camping, kinda, sorta. Or at least I used to. It’s been a few years, and I’m not exactly in training for sleeping on the ground with only a thin layer of fossil fuels between me and the polecats.

        I would dearly love to squeeze in a short tour before winter but have doubts about being able to (a) start it and (2) finish it.

      • Pat O'Brien Says:

        The article in the current Adventure Cycling on touring the old Rte 66 in New Mexico whets the appetite for a bike overnight or two.

      • khal spencer Says:

        Oh, fuck. I used to love camping. Hiking and camping. Canoeing and camping lake to lake in Ontario and Quebec. Man, that was thirty or forty years ago. I wonder if this old creaky body would really want to hump a canoe three miles between lakes and then crap out on what turned out to be a moose trail, as we found out the next morning when a moose pissed on our tent.

      • Pat O'Brien Says:

        We still like camping, but go as comfy as we can, and not very often. A six man tent is just right for two cots, small folding table, and stools. Cots have foam mattresses. Sometimes we sleep in the van for a quick overnight trip to watch meteor showers at a close by, dark skies state park. We use a 50x76x3″ foam mattress in the van which is very comfy. But, our backpacking or rough camping in the national forest days are over. We did own a few RV trailers, our favorite was a Casita, but they are generally a hassle to maintain and tow, especially long distances. We have a small cargo trailer, a Gearwagon AT, which makes packing easy and is painless to tow. Plus it can hold all our camping stuff plus two bikes.

  3. khal spencer Says:

    I take it you and Herself will be too tied up to do the Tour of the Rio Grande Valley on the 14th? We plan on doing 25 miles, which is all Meena can deal with due to the fact that she is still recovering from the broken hand and banged up knee.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      Oh, jeez, I’d love to do that sucker again. Haven’t ridden the TORGV since I was a lithe young bicycle racer.

      But that’s the last day of the Vuelta, so I’ll be working Live Update Guy with Comrade Pelkey from … someplace. God only knows where. Albuquerque seems likely if Herself can arrange high-speed wireless Innertubes at Casa del Perro Loco in time for my arrival Saturday night. The instant someone wins the sumbitch on Sunday morning I’ll have to jet for Bibleburg to liberate the cats from their oppressor.

      Dig this: During Interbike I’ll be LUGging the Vuelta with Pelkey from my hotel in the early mornings and immediately afterward hitting the show floor for Adventure Cyclist. Thank the suffering Christ that BRAIN doesn’t pick up any part of my tab to Vegas or I’d have to work for them too.

      Actually, you know what? I do have to work for them too. Looks like I have a column and cartoon due on the 11th.

      I should be more than slightly batshit by the time I make it back to Bibleburg. But some folks like me that way.

      Meena’s still on the disabled list? Me, I’m just severely undertrained. I consider 25 miles a nice long ride these days.

      • khal spencer Says:

        She is still riding with a brace on the hand to avoid putting all handlebar weight on the bones that broke. The knee seems to work, but with some pain near the joint and patellar tendon.

    • khal spencer Says:

      Patrick, we anticipate being down there on the 13th staying at Ellen’s place up near the U. If you two are in town, dinner is on us.

  4. Larry T. Says:

    Skipping Lost Wages this go round though I’m jetting (at least I hope the damn thing doesn’t have props) out to Utah to see my father, then back to Iowa to finish prepping to get outta here for a year (assuming my visa arrives soon?) by mid-September. You gotta a lot on your plate PO’G, here’s hoping you can balance it all with no mishaps. Looking forward to meeting “Friend of LUG” Mons once I’m in Rome. Looking forward to watching all the screwball s__t going on in the USA from safely across the Atlantic.

  5. md anderson Says:

    Here’s hoping life slows down for a spell come the autumnal equinox. Riding temps and conditions stay pretty nice well into November down Burque way.

    I will be riding into town on the 19th of September. Joining up with PAC Tour’s Ridge of the Rockies route in Chama on the 17th. We ride from there to SF on the 18th, thence to Albuquerque on the 19th. Not sure if I will stay an extra day down there as I may have my own menagerie to get home to. The spouse may be called into duty on the WIPP visual surveillance team in mid to late September. And won’t THAT be a hoot and a half?

  6. Steve O Says:

    It’s the birthday of science writer Michael Shermer (books by this author) born in Glendale, California (1954). He’s the founder of the Skeptics Society, an organization devoted to debunking superstitious beliefs and pseudoscience. Among the 55,000 members of the nonprofit are biologist Richard Dawkins and Bill Nye the Science Guy. The society puts out a quarterly journal, Skeptic, which Shermer edits and publishes.
    He was raised in a fundamentalist Christian family and started majoring in theology at Pepperdine before switching to psychology and biology. He was really into riding his bike and began cycling competitively in 1979, racing throughout the 1980s. To help himself be a top competitor, he followed the elaborate instructions of a nutritionist and also used acupuncture, negative ions, Rolfing (a “holistic system of soft tissue manipulation”), pyramid power, and the power of Christian prayer. But he said, “I became a skeptic on Saturday, August 6, 1983, on the long climbing road to Loveland Pass, Colorado,” when none of that seemed to be working, and he decided to stop rationalizing the failure of all those allegedly performance-enhancing things.

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