Bike - 244
Run - nope
PR's - 10
Activities - 22
Now, a majority of these miles are single track miles on the 575 and commuter miles to the office. With the River Trail washed out, haven't been riding out to the Loma Boat Ramp. Could I still ride out that direction, Yes. SOOOOOOO, chalk it up to pure laziness. Strava even pointed out nothing for nine days in June. Oh, but I have excuses. Such as, traveling, sun was defiantly in my eyes, a vicious dog ate my homework, and MAD Racing events.
Every year, last week of June, its a magical week for me and for other two wheel enthusiast. Bike Week in CB is basically a ski town chalk full of like minded humans. HERE is a link from my time lapse video of Bike Week 2018. Notice how brown the landscape is and NO flowers to speak of. I Was A Time Lapse Nut
The absolutely suicidal chainless downhill race is Phuc-N unreal. Thats Right!!! You are required to remove the chain from your bike, wear something totally outrageous, indulge in a few communal beverages, & launch yourself on down Kebler Pass towards town.
And then comes the kids Wildflower JR Mountain Bike Race on the last day. Devo host an incredible kids weekend during bike week. They showcased stunt bikes, "free" homemade ice cream for racers AND their parents, local pizza delivery, BBQ's with Oskar Blues Blackberry Soda, and then the blow out Sunday race on ideal single track trails. All these trails are splashed with peaking Wild Flowers in all their glory. The HIGHLIGHT, Not One Parent Complaint
I say not bitching from the oldies because we at MAD Racing timed the kids race. Take out the mosquitos and it was an ideal week.
|Klishy Pointing To The Out Of Work Welder's Bike - Those Are Truck 33inch Tires|
Now, Here Comes The Part That You Will What To Skip. HERE IS MY DISCLAIMER, Stop reading and move on.
Leaving the town of Montrose, Mother Nature painted a picture of pure beauty. The foothills are so lush with emerald greens dotting the hillside. A herd of about 20 or maybe even 30 Elk causal crossed our paths with perfectly timed Bald Eagles soaring effortlessly above. For Phuc Sake, A Fisherman Reeling In A Beauty From The Bank
Pulling into Gunnison was surreal. So much growth and thankfully the downtown shop owners have recently painted their store fronts. The airport was spitting out aircraft and shadows across the mountains of approaching learjets thundered overhead.
All seemed well. Driving up the valley into Crested Butte became this emotional roller coaster for me. I don't know why my head does this but I just lost my sh*t with Boy Dog sadness. What The Phuc?!?!? I'm approaching the most magical place but visions of The Boy Dog washed over me with heavy grief. Him and I called Crested Butte home and we lived it up to the fullest of our potential.
My jaw just about fell off my face. The above photo of that serving spoon, I fabricated those for X-Mas gifts about 5 years ago. Very Touching
|Spring 2018 in GJ|
At IZZY's, every dog, EVERY DOG gets a little slice of bacon handed out from the window above my shoe here. This is a photo of The Boy Dog from around 2010 in a bacon pleasure haze. After 11 years, IZZY's is now Crested Butte Bagels.
|Summer 2018 from same spot|
|June 2019 Once Its Gone Down Stream, ITS GONE|
He looked directly into my eyes and said," I can see it clear as day, You haven't let him go."
If you are still reading this heavy Sh*t, do yourself a favor and watch this quick video. The writing is brilliant and I guarantee you will laugh out loud at some point.