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Saturday, April 12, 2014

"The Hill"

 
 I am climbing this hill and somehow I feel more alive than I have in a long time. MY heart rate has maxed there is no more, I am peaked, this is my limit. There is no room for any mishap, I must ride perfect or I will be off the bike and pushing it up the hill. My thighs are pounding, I am looking straight down now, not knowing how much of this climb is left I don’t want to know, only the moment is important . I will give everything I have to make it to the top and no one will know but me. That is cycling
 
 

Monday, March 31, 2014

A letter

APRIL FOOLS MOFO..............
MUAHHHHHHHH        :-)

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Thursday, February 13, 2014

This lil Piggie...




My dog Pitty, riding with the Rock.
 
 
 

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Sunday, January 26, 2014

THE HILL I TRIED TO CLIMB....


What goes up.....comes back down....didn't make it......I shall return..


Sunday, December 22, 2013

Triple D Jan 19th. Bike, Ski, and Run.



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Jan. 19th 2014 the Best Western hotel will be buzzing again. Triple DDD. Some come to race, some come to ride and the camaraderie. Some finish, some don’t. Runners, cyclists, skiers something for everybody. It is more than anything else, a whole lot of fun, the night before, the journey, and the evening afterwards. Come join.


 

Monday, December 2, 2013

Good night

I was thinking about blogging some stuff and thoughts...but the night got away from and I am tired.


Saturday, November 30, 2013

"On Our Bikes"

 
Melissa 1986 on her bike
 
 



"On our bikes."

It was over 20 years ago that I last rode a bicycle with her. Her life got so busy. She went on to become an accomplished pianist, a piccolo player and an all-state level flute player. Along with math and State speech competitions, college courses in high school, valedictorian, and a 4.0 National Merit Scholar. By this time the sanctity of the home had crumbled. Alcoholism and drug abuse running rampant and out of control in a parent will do that to any home. I thought I could fix it, make it all better, I couldn’t. It only got worse sending the household into hell.  Melissa needed to get out, and left home at age 17. Iowa State University knew she was an exceptional student and offered her a 4 year full scholarship. Attending classes at a more then full time schedule while maintaining employment with whatever time was left over. Summers found her interning out of state for Proctor and Gamble, and Flint Oil refinery.  
Graduating with a Chemical Engineering degree in 2003 with multiple employers throwing out their welcoming mat she has maintained gainful employment ever since. Giving birth to my grandson Cole she became a wonderful and loving mother and continues to be so. 
Seeking and needing mores challenges she began a grueling training regimen of long distance running and setting her sights on and competing in many half and full marathons. Placing in meets and returning to her home town to take 2nd place in a 26.2 mile marathon in January through snow covered Iowa trails. Now setting her sights on a 31 mile race and several other marathons. But it wasn’t to be. She “blew” her foot up and after two years of surgeries and recovery and the foot not letting her run the bike became her friend again.
We went riding today, my daughter and I. We had a blast. She rides quite well as we rode snow packed trails with her on a “skinnie” CX bike.  We will race Cirrem together this February across snow and ice covered Iowa gravel roads for 65 miles. "On our bikes."
Melissa and me "on our bikes" today.
 
 
Me and Melissa today and yesterday. 
 
 
...and we ride on..."on our bikes" and in life.
 
 
 
 
 
Cheers and hope your day was good as well. Thanks for stopping by, Dave.