Charlesmas!

Thank god it only comes once a year. In fact, thank god Sea Otter is also once a year. My aged body cannot take such abuse....I didn't even race!



Not totally true. I raced with the road bikes on my mountain bike at the Monteray ally cat race.



Charlie did the real race.




Then he stayed in Bizerkeley. After a heck of a hot tour we rode the BART over to San Fran and rode up Twin peaks with Kelley.

Beginning of the night:


End of the night (they're friends!):


Then Charlie sadly left but not without trying to make the most out of our time. He allowed me precisely 2.5 hours of sleep.

That was one heck of a floating holiday. That was one heck of a Charlesmas. Thank goodness it only comes around once a year.

Thank you!

So last Friday I lost my employee ID + conference calling card + BART EZ rider pass + FORK LIFTING LICENSE!!!! on my ride homes from work. As I arrived at the BART I looked down towards the pantaloons and the recoil string on my plastic unit was fully recoiled...sans my belongings. Bummer. I rode back to work, looked around, and rode back to the BART. Gone. Anyway, I went the weekend thinking someone was joy riding on my BART pass and some other lucky fellow was doing donuts at Del Monte with my license. Fortunately, some young fellow found my belongings and mailed them in to Del Monte and my items were retunred on Monday unscathed. Score. So it's about time I write a thank you note. I just don't know where to begin. I started drafting in my head thinking how meaningful these items are and how sick the world is these days. I was thinking the thank you note should be outlined as such:

Dear xxxxxx,

Thank you for returning my items...

The world is full of crazies...

Site specific horrific examples...

Thank him again for not stealing and site specific horrific things he could have done with my belongings (think fork lifting ability)

Remind him that I can't imagine how people think like this...

Thank him finally for the return of my items and note how I can now rest peacefully in my cave.

Hey Carraway

This is for youuuuuuuuuu

updation

Here is the fork lift:


And the wicked hella boring ride home:

Need me to reach that?

I can cause I gots a FORKLIFTING license. Class 1 and 3. F-yeah!!!! It was totally awesome, everything I imagined it to be and more. I wish I had a picture, especially of my face when he decided to choose me as the first victim to try to pass the test. After hearing about the accidents in class I was for sure sure that this was going to be the end....instead, it's a new beginning. I offered to pick up Mike from the fruit lab for work tomorrow via forklift now that I totally can. He declined. His loss.

Hoobastank

Might be the worst band name ever.

For Justin and Lilly:
http://www.youtube.com/results?search_type=search_playlists&search_query=steven+wright

Dear City Cyclists

I have great news! I have discovered a safe and green way to commute around the Mission of San Francisco: Metro Rack! Tha'st right a Metro Rack. As I pushed this rack down Capp St. then down 17th passing Mission, Valencia, Albion to the new address of this vehicle, I thought for sure people were noticing me even blocks away. A few heads turned, some heads smiling, I knew I was starting a revolution with this revalation.