Good news for the readers in the audience.
First, the fall issue of Alta Journal includes a special section featuring seven of the last poems by Jim Harrison. A complete collection of his poetry is slated for release in December by Copper Canyon Press.
Second, Denver’s Tattered Cover bookstore will be opening a new location in downtown Bibleburg. The story doesn’t mention that it will be about a block from where the fabled Chinook Bookshop once sat. It was B-burg’s Tattered Cover Back in the Day®.
Zeezo’s they remember, but not Chinook. So much for institutional memory.
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Patrick and Pat, thought about you folks as I rode past Maddog Drive this morning doing the half-century.
I will remember lots of rides, but riding with you guys and Andy was special. And riding with you guys and Herb on the Paseo del Bosque was a hoot as well! May the Mad Dog live long and prosper.
POB do you still have those orange fireball like socks that no doubt act as jet propulsion? Speaking of fireballs, instead of sweater weather here in the Mitten State we are hitting 80 degrees and still sporting shorts and tee shirts most of the time. But we are looking over our shoulders for the temps to plummet and the cavorting and outdoor dancing will come to an end. And yes we have water, the rivers are a runnin and the fields are unusually green and verdant.
Those socks finally faded into worthlessness. 46 degrees this morning down here. Supposed to be 36 Wednesday morning. That’s 10 to 15 degrees below normal. We might need to borrow some water next spring. Rain check? Pun intended.
Herb, we’re pegged at 40° here this morning, though it’s supposed to warm up this afternoon.
Not so the DC Peaks 50 in Utah. Hijo, madre, that reminds me of getting a frosty clubbing from the Iron Hose back when I still raced the bike. No, thank you, please.
You did the half? Well done, sir. That was a fun ride, barring all the crashes at the outset. The sound of carbon and long pig hitting the tarmac always makes me nervous.
It sprinkled a bit in the morning, almost a sleet, so I whiled away the day baking bread, grocery-shopping, making honey-chipotle chicken tacos in the Crock-Pot, rebuilding the Steelman time-trial bike, and whatnot. We also entertained the neighbor kids as they previewed their Halloween costumes.
I remember a tandem going down at the start. We’re there more crashes I missed?
I recall one before we even got to NM14, and then two more afterward in quick succession. Of course, they could’ve been acid flashbacks or PTSD from my own previous mishaps. …
I think you are right. Since I have 5 years on you little brother, let’s go with your memory not mine.
Changing subjects un momento, we had 65 mph wind gusts here last night. Woke up to quite the mess. No major damage at our place, but my buddy lost the plexiglass roof on his patio cover and his neighbor’s willow tree looks ready to fall over.
Wait a minute…I made honey-chipotle chicken tacos in the Crockpot today! Times recipe, right? ‘It’s the season for spookiness, eh?
Yep, Times recipe, by Sarah DiGregorio. Cue the theramin. …
I used 1.5 chipotle chiles this time around (should’ve gone for two) and served it up in flour tortillas, topped with diced and lightly salted avocado.
I had been thinking about a posole, or maybe a green chile stew, but in the end decided that making Crock-Pot tacos would let me get a few other things done. Sometimes it’s nice to let the technology pitch in.
I thought about doing the whole enchilada, but my longest ride this year was a little over 30 miles before yesterday. I figured I would bonk. Plus, rain was in the forecast up here too. So I opted for the half serving.
Start went well. We had a dozen SFPD motorcycle cops escorting us out of the city, as this time the ride started in the Railyard. With the escort, there were no sounds of carbon or human flesh slamming pavement. A couple of knuckleheads raced ahead of the P.D. bike and had to be chased back and they got yelled at by the cops, as the cops were responsible for safety in the neutral zone.
I stayed with the lead Gran Fondo group for the first 17 miles, just for shits and grins. But there was a lot of squirrel factor in there and I could see a crash in the bunch. People were weaving around rather than keeping a line. Plus, it dawned on me that I didn’t go out there just to look at a bunch of lycra covered asses for the morning, so I let them go rather than finding my limit at about the 25 mile mark and blowing up anyway, which most assuredly would have happened.
Hit rain and hail at Eldorado and a freezing and intense headwind, but by then the end was in sight, so to speak.
Was a nice day.
I guess the 50 mile is actually called the Medio Fondo or something like that.