St. Valentine’s Day Massacre

Red sky at morning, Mad Dogs take warning.

So much for the days of knickers and short sleeves.

I’ve gotten out every day this week, including two short trail rides — the first on a Steelman cyclocross bike, the second on the DBR hardtail — and one short but luxurious hike on a day so warm I could roll up my sleeves and go bareheaded, get a little vitamin D into the old chrome-dome.

A fella has to make hay while the sun shines, don’t you know. The weather wizards predict a wintry one-two punch this weekend, with the Duke City getting the worst of it on Sunday.

In the meantime, we were treated to a colorful sunrise this morning. A warning if ever I saw one.


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9 Responses to “St. Valentine’s Day Massacre”

  1. khal spencer Says:

    Not much of any snowpack up here in the Sangres. We desperately need more of the white stuff. And by white stuff I don’t mean the Proud Boys.

  2. khal spencer Says:

    Bummer. Thankfully, just saw him up here at the Lensic a couple years ago.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      Yeah, I saw that. Larry Flynt shoved off too. It’d be easy to turn this blog into an obituary repository.

      I was never deep into Chick Corea, though I first heard of him and Return to Forever when I was in college (round 2, at Greality). But fusion, like RtF, The Crusaders, et al., got me interested in full-on jazz. I gave a listen to “Tones for Jone’s Bones” the other day and it was pretty fuggin’ excellent.

      Flynt I never really dug. I liked Playboy, especially the cartoons — unlike most magazines, Playboy paid handsomely, and as a consequence they got the best cartoonists in the business. Articles were mostly top shelf, too. And I must admit I often found the photos, um, compelling.

      When Penthouse came along I was all like, “Say what?” The letters, so obviously fake, were excellent, though. “Dear Penthouse Forum, you’ll never believe what happened to me.” Right you are, Spanky. I don’t believe a word of it.

      And Hustler was just off the charts. I don’t have a solid defense for why I could accept S. Clay Wilson but not Larry Flynt. But I don’t have a solid defense for a lot of what I think or do.

      • khal spencer Says:

        I too found Hustler rather crude but I offer a chapeau to old Larry Flint for poking Jerry Falwell in the eye with the outhouse cartoon and then mooning Rev. Falwell from the steps of the U.S. Supreme Court.

  3. khal spencer Says:

    According to the Abq Journal, this weekend is courtesy of the Polar Vortex. Gonna be a cold weekend.

  4. Pat O’Brien Says:

    The older I get, the colder I get.

  5. Shawn Says:

    Regarding riding and the weather from a post I added to your post about Hal:

    But reality aside, I took off on a 0-dark thirty ride last evening (early this morning). The boss was tucked safely away in bed, the snow was 4″ to 5″ deep and untrammeled, and all the other folks were warm in their homes snoozing away. Great fun was had along the river path. My Lumina 1000 was illuminating the spray of dry snow from my tires as it was ejected forward after it had circled around on my rims and was being split my my canti-brake pads. On my return route my pathway was a single tire line with an alternating divot every hundred inches or so. It was cool.

    Yep, you guys might be seeing some snow (more) down there soon. It is predicted that we’ll see some more up here this evening and tomorrow. My Ma has her first shot scheduled for tomorrow so I’ll get the dogs and sled warmed up in the morning if I have to.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      I always loved breaking fresh snow. We got the opportunity often outside Weirdcliffe. Sometimes the mountain bike wouldn’t do the trick and we’d break out the snowshoes, or the cross-country skis.

      On snowy days in Bibleburg friends and I would mountain bike in Monument Valley Park. Herself and I occasionally skied the streets, or Bonforte Park, which was a nice flat rectangle suited to doing laps.

      And one of the few cyclocross races that I actually won involved a monster snowfall that kept most of the fast dudes (and a lot of the slow ones, too) at home where the hot toddies were.

      My category was first off and the promoters had only managed to shovel enough course for a respectable start-finish line. We had to run about two-thirds of every lap, and in the few places we could actually ride everyone was going over the bars or just plain falling over into the drifts.

      I spent most of the race laughing my ass off. It was like being a kid in Canada again.

  6. Pat O'Brien Says:

    If I want to break fresh snow, I have to go in the mountains. Even then, there hasn’t been much during this extended, 10 plus years, drought. There is some snow in the Huachucas now, but it seems to be all above 8000 or so feet up.

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