Posts Tagged ‘Satellite Coffee’

Tales and trails

September 27, 2014
Looking north on Trail 365. Apparently the construction of some newish houses (not ours) required a detour via pavement to the west.

Looking north on Trail 365. Apparently the construction of some newish houses (not ours) required a detour via pavement to the west.

Still trying to get everyone settled in (and settled down) at Rancho Pendejo. Amazing how difficult that can be when most of your earthly possessions are somewhere on the road, in the custody of others, and the cats spend the wee, small hours hunting remorselessly for a cozy basement that is six hours north of here.

You want cacti? We got cacti.

You want cacti? We got cacti.

I’ve been using Satellite Coffee and the Juan Tabo Library as temporary offices while we await the installation of the Innertubes. Don’t have to tip as frequently at the library, but the coffee and breakfast burritos aren’t nearly as good.

I took a break from work this afternoon for a short march around a trail just east of our new digs that warrants further inspection by bicycle.

Herself has run a bit of it, but all I wanted to do today was just stagger around outdoors for a while, collect a little free vitamin D. I’m still running a fairly significant sleep deficit, and taking a cyclo-cross bike out on an unfamiliar trail bordered with various cacti seemed exceptionally stupid, even for the Irish.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch

February 18, 2014
Pikes Peak has a dusting of snow, though the 'hood seems clear ... for now.

Pikes Peak has a dusting of snow, though the ‘hood seems clear … for now.

After five hours of drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds, I’m back in Bibleburg, where the winds have been knocking down trees, launching trash cans into low-earth orbit and generally annoying the mortal shit out of people. With more of the same on tap today it looks like fine weather for a hike, wearing ski goggles and a respirator.

I felt guilty about giving our old hometown of Santa Fe a miss on the way to Albuquerque, so on the return trip I stopped by Ten Thousand Waves for a much-needed soak and grabbed lunch at La Choza, primo to The Shed. Both places were nuts, it being a federal holiday, and I didn’t get home until 7 p.m. or thereabouts.

Training camp was a qualified success — I added miles, but didn’t subtract any weight, thanks to meals at Scalo Northern Italian Grill, Mary & Tito’s Cafe, Satellite Coffee and Zacatecas Tacos & Tequila.

Speaking of vittles, I don’t expect to be shopping at Reid’s Fine Food in Charlotte when I visit the 2014 North American Handmade Bicycle Show in North Carolina next month. It probably wasn’t smart of cook Drew Swope to lip off to a customer, even a punk-ass bitch like Gov. Pat McCrory — hey, Pat, I’ve got a gourmet snack option for you right here — but it wasn’t exactly brilliant of owner Tom Coker to sack Swope for speaking his mind, either.