Roller Derby

I saw a Roller Derby bout on Saturday. Wow have things changed since I was an aspiring roller girl in 2005. The event sold out a real venue, and they had all sorts of fancy outfits, announcers and staff. They even sell season tickets. I was very impressed. However, I was distracted by my company so I didn't pay very close attention to the acutal bout. They have sure come a long way - congrats derby folks! Your hard work has paid off.

I Voted

So I came to realise this week that my favorite part of voting is wearing the "I Voted" sticker all day. I do like when the people I vote for win (which they did this time), but I truly enjoy the sticker more.

Snow is in the Forecast!

I am so excited about winter. I looked up the weather for this weekend and saw snow! Yeah! I knew it was going to be in the mountains, but we might just get some here :).

Likely it will be mostly rain, but it's the start of good things to come this winter.

I love the snow.

Defiant

Yup. I've moved on from defective to defiant.
I'm not perfect. Either are you, so don't expect it from me.
Deal or disperse.

Defective

Yup that's me. I have learned recently that I am so defective that I either need to change my personality or risk being alone the rest of my life. That's a hard thing to swallow. It's been stuck in my throat for awhile, but it was officially swallowed yesterday.

So I am debating... do I really try to change myself or go live in the forest like a hermit? If I live in the forest I could have a dog...

The Man

As you can see from my last post, I broke my racing bike. My good ol' bike for normal stuff is a lovely ride, but it weighs in at about 33 pounds and isn't a very good climber. So I determined that I _needed_ a new racing bike :).

Thanks to Craigslist, I found The Man. He's a Titus ftm, which is their all mountain bike. It's got XTR fixings, great wheels (the same wheels the Turner had), and best of all a Talas fork! I love it. I was able to save lots by buying the man used, very lightly used. What a bargain and a great bike. Here's to The Man.

The Squirrel Is Dead

I had two mountain bike races last weekend. The Saturday Hill climb at Winter Park went well, but it sure hurt! We climbed form the base of Winter Park up to the top of Mary Jane on the dirt road. There was still snow everywhere!

Sunday was the Beti Bike Bash. I was doing well and really pushing hard when my bike wouldn't shift out of the big ring. After some fiddling (Georgia Gould stopped to help me!) I kept going while wrestling with the shifter. As some point I start hearing a clink clink clink noise and the bike feels waaaay unstable. I thought maybe I was just tired from all the racing. I stopped again to find out what the clinking was. OMG - it was my bike frame! A tube has sheared right by the shock. Catashrophic failure indeed.

I really didn't want to DNF (did not finish) so I decided to run up the rest of the hills and ride m broken steed ever so slowly the rest of the way. I must have had at least 15 girls pass me, but I finished!

So what does this all have to do with squirrels? I named this mountain bike the Squirrel. Bye bye Mr. Squirrel.