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Carson Pass Hike

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Moving on:

This is Tahoe and his family. We are on the dangerous side of Tahoe in this pic. If you find yourself staring down the business end of this mutt, my advice would be to move, or grab some big pieces of bark to use as a shield!

Here’s some new friends of ours from Gardenerville. Read all about our trip to Fouth of July Lake on The Facility Bike Club Blog..

Great to meet you guys!

-M

TourdeNez Pano1

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Had fun at the Tour de Nez!

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This is Ron, owner of Ceol, the new bar next to starbux at the beginning of Cal Ave. If you go in and he asks you where you heard about the place. Tell them it was me!

Why do I like it? Well Ron is a cyclist. Ridden Peavine for years, rode the Hippy Shack before Montrose, rode the death ride. He’s cool and he drops a good pint of guinness.

-M

ps also tell him you think it would be bitchen if he had a place to hang bikes on the wall!

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The Rambler posted today about Road Rage issues. Perhaps this is a possible solution… I mean the finger is one thing, but have you ever tried mooning someone from a bike?

-M

I think I’m in love.

I just saw one of those when I was leaving Grainger. I was there getting a drive couple for one of my auto samplers.

Good god that thing is awesome!

It’s like my Saws-All. About the coolest tool I have but I never want the kind of project that needs it. That doomsday hammer would sure have made my life easier a few years ago.

-M

Everyone does best of lists that have to do with books or music or movies or other non-personal stuff. That’s ok (except if Kate Bush made your list), but I’m going a different route.

BEST CLIMBING TRIP:

Bear Creek Spire, Oct 2006

I met my dad @ Mosquito Flat on a dreary and cold friday morning and we trundled up the trail to dade lake in spitting snow. Set up camp under some pine trees and watched the weather get worse. We pretty much got skunked, but I got a Kick Ass photo of the sunset which was worthy of printing big.

The Spire was unclimbable in the morning and the hike out was painful and dangerous with packs and slippery snow covered rocks. But it was great to hang out with my dad, just the two of us, like we did so many times when we were younger. Those were the days. Skiing @ Winter Park, hiking 14ers in CO, driving down the snowy road to sierra Summit @ Night and sleeping in the back of the bronco with a space heater, learning to climb @ Kern Slab, peering into Ubeeheebee crater @ night so black from the glare of headlights that it looked like an endless pit into nowhere…

We had juevos rancheros @ the breakfast club, climbed a little near crowley, soaked a little, had pizza, went to a movie, hiked to Duck Lake, Camped in the cold. Just me and my paw, it was killer!

-M

Let’s see: do I want to spend the next 10 minutes eating shitty cake with my coworkers or sit at my desk and read drunk cyclist?

-M

I’m really enjoying riding around town as much as I can. I’ve found that on a fixed gear when you can’t stop pedaling it’s that much better. I’m reminded of the “Inward Singing” skit on the Tenacious D album where Jack Black learns to sing on the inhale thus he can be, “Allways fucking rickin’, and I’m never fucking stoppin!!”

Something about the motion and the musculoskeletal stimulation I suppose. I’m a happy person because of it; even on days like today when it was in the 20’s when I left home and will likely be as cold when I leave school @ 8:45. Nothing earth-shattering, nothing philosophical about riding about riding a bike I think. The real problem lies in the emotional hazards of beind inside my car stopping at all the lights, not being able to turn when I want, go where I want and stop when I want and see what there is to see.

I’ll order some of these when my paypal fills back up.

-M

Whilst, and at the same time, looking for the Gnarls Barkley CD @ Borders last night I found a section divider with my name on it. That’s right Mike Henderson is a real pop/rock recording artist. Though I couldn’t find a cd by him(me?). Was it a sign? Was it a glimpse into my pop/rock recording future? A call to action? A warning? That’s when they called my name for my grande eggnogglatte.

I was in a band once that played in Lance’s basement. We called ourselves “Live Nudes.” Though we never played either live or in the nude, but it sounded cool. I’d likely never have chosen to use my actual name as my stage name, nor would I expect anyone to use my name as his (or her) stage name, but I guess that choice has been taken from me. Below is a list of possible band names I would consider, including, but not limited to, and in no particular order:

Live Nudes
Vitreous Humor
Knee Pit
Inner-tube
Oliver Titties
Butkis
Hendo
sliding dropouts

-M

Saw “Stranger than fiction” Sunday. Which dealt with the relationship of tragedy and comedy in literature. As if a story could truely be either one or the other. Even though Harold didn’t die, it’s just because the story wasn’t over yet.

Then I found this video:

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PcXLE-wvVBw]

-M