[I discovered this post lying among the drafts--it had not been published several months ago when it was supposed to be. Here it is now. -Ed.]
This summer I made an attempt at growing a few vegetables on my back porch. I went to the store and bought a couple of tomato plants, some strawberries, and a variety of seeds. I bought some PVC pipe and fittings, and got some old laundry detergent buckets from Lisa's clinic with the intent of building an upside-down tomato garden. While probably nothing like the legendary hanging gardens of Babylon, it would have hopefully at least provided a few tomatoes worthy of fresh salsa.
Well, I never did build the hanger out of the pipe, but I did transplant the tomato seedlings into bigger pots with cages. My back patio/deck is on the east side of the building, so it only gets sun in the morning, plus it is covered from above by my upstairs neighbors' porch, so in order to give the plants the most sun possible, I placed them on the railing of the deck, which is actually quite wide and sturdy.
One of the tomato plants fell from the deck railing on to the floor of the deck early in its life. Its stem was torn, and I gave up on it. I left it on the floor of the deck and stopped watering it after a while. However, it must have taken whatever scant resources it had available and dedicated them to a single self-sacrificing act of reproduction, because, although the plant was gray and hunched over, it had one tiny, bright red tomato on the end of one of its branches. I did not want the plant's brief life to be completely in vain, so I harvested this tiny but tasty tomato and ate it on a sandwich.
The other plant I had much higher hopes for. I left it to grow on the railing, and grow it did. It produced many green tomatoes, but as they were at the point of beginning to ripen, the sun absconded behind that Washington gray for a few weeks.
Apparently this was too much for my plant to bear, for as I walked by the sliding glass door in my living room this morning, I noticed that something was different. I looked out the window, and the tomato plant was gone! As the skies grew gray and the days were shortened, the constant presence
I opened the door and ran outside (well, in as much running as one can do in the space of two steps) and the plant lay upside down in its crumpled cage on the muddy lawn below. I went down to the back of the building to retrieve it. I pulled it out of the mud, and peeled off the slugs which had found the one tomato which had ripened. The stem was seriously broken. I carried it up to my apartment and took it out to the back porch, where I straightened out the cage and stood the plant up again, but alas, the stem broke completely, and the prospect of homegrown tomatoes was completely lost until next spring.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
BYU vs UW
I know, I know. It's been a very long time since our last post. I will try to do better. So here goes. A couple weeks ago Nick and I were blessed with the opportunity to watch the BYU football team play. They were up in Seattle playing against the UW Huskies. We had our tickets at least 3 months in advance. I love BYU football! Nick not so much, but he's supportive and watches with me. Here are a few pictures of our adventures that day.
President Samuelson graced us with his presence at the tailgate party prior to the game. He promised us that we would be winning that day. :)
The BYU cheerleaders were at the tailgate party as well. How they get away with those short skirts for their uniform, I don't know.
My day off and I still have to see my boss! He and his family were sitting two rows behind us. They also graduated from BYU.
The whole game was exciting and very tense. It was never more than a touchdown apart and tied a good part of the time. I get really anxious when games are close. I can't handle over time games, it's too intense!
Here's a pic of all the boats that come and anchor outside the stadium. I'm not sure if they come ashore and watch the game or what. It doesn't seem like they could see the field from the boats. There were a lot out there though.
Several players were injured on the field(seems like all of them were Husky players). This one was kinda scary though. They brought a stretcher out really fast and then the ambulance came out onto the field. At one point a woman(I'm assuming his mother) cam running across the field to get to him. I felt bad for her, she literally had to run the whoel length of the field. I guess they thought he might have a neck injury. Luckily I think it turned out to be just a bad concussion.
Many Husky fans are upset about a call the Ref made in the last 2 seconds of the game. The following are reasons why that is unreasonable.
1. If you think the rule is dumb, complain about it before. Not when all of a sudden it affects YOUR team negatively.
2. The rule is not a judgment call rule. If it happens, the ref has to call it.
3. The player knows the rule, and he obviously broke it. (For those of you who missed this amazing game I'll clue you in. Basically an excessive celebration call was made after UW's touchdown to bring the score to 27-28 with 2 seconds left. The rule is you cannot throw the ball high in the air. If you watch the clip, Locker, the quarterback, chucks the ball way up in the air, at least 20 feet or more. )
4. The call didn't end the game. UW still had the chance to easily tie it up with the extra point kick(which was pushed back a little due to the penalty.)
5. BYU blocked the kick. That won the game not the ref's call. People will say that the angle of the kick was different because of the different distance. But come on, field goals are kicked from farther back and are still really hard to block. BYU is good at blocking kicks. Just Look at the last 2 games played against UCLA. But the most important part is the picture that follows:
Side note: BYU beat UCLA 49-0 the following week, and Wyoming 44-0 yesterday. Should be a good season. Can't wait to watch whatever games I can this year.
President Samuelson graced us with his presence at the tailgate party prior to the game. He promised us that we would be winning that day. :)
The BYU cheerleaders were at the tailgate party as well. How they get away with those short skirts for their uniform, I don't know.
My day off and I still have to see my boss! He and his family were sitting two rows behind us. They also graduated from BYU.
Just a shot of the field, right before a kickoff.
The whole game was exciting and very tense. It was never more than a touchdown apart and tied a good part of the time. I get really anxious when games are close. I can't handle over time games, it's too intense!
Here's a pic of all the boats that come and anchor outside the stadium. I'm not sure if they come ashore and watch the game or what. It doesn't seem like they could see the field from the boats. There were a lot out there though.
Several players were injured on the field(seems like all of them were Husky players). This one was kinda scary though. They brought a stretcher out really fast and then the ambulance came out onto the field. At one point a woman(I'm assuming his mother) cam running across the field to get to him. I felt bad for her, she literally had to run the whoel length of the field. I guess they thought he might have a neck injury. Luckily I think it turned out to be just a bad concussion.
Many Husky fans are upset about a call the Ref made in the last 2 seconds of the game. The following are reasons why that is unreasonable.1. If you think the rule is dumb, complain about it before. Not when all of a sudden it affects YOUR team negatively.
2. The rule is not a judgment call rule. If it happens, the ref has to call it.
3. The player knows the rule, and he obviously broke it. (For those of you who missed this amazing game I'll clue you in. Basically an excessive celebration call was made after UW's touchdown to bring the score to 27-28 with 2 seconds left. The rule is you cannot throw the ball high in the air. If you watch the clip, Locker, the quarterback, chucks the ball way up in the air, at least 20 feet or more. )
4. The call didn't end the game. UW still had the chance to easily tie it up with the extra point kick(which was pushed back a little due to the penalty.)
5. BYU blocked the kick. That won the game not the ref's call. People will say that the angle of the kick was different because of the different distance. But come on, field goals are kicked from farther back and are still really hard to block. BYU is good at blocking kicks. Just Look at the last 2 games played against UCLA. But the most important part is the picture that follows:
The final score.
Side note: BYU beat UCLA 49-0 the following week, and Wyoming 44-0 yesterday. Should be a good season. Can't wait to watch whatever games I can this year.
Go Cougars!!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Seattle to Portland 2008
Two weeks ago, Lisa and I rode the STP (Seattle to Portland Classic), a 200 mile recreational bike ride that starts at the University of Washington in Seattle and ends in Holladay Park in Portland.
Lisa and I kicked off the ride at the start line in Seattle at about 6 AM.
The path followed the shore of Lake Washington for a while and we saw some really spectacular vistas of Mt. Ranier over the lake. Unfortunately, I don't have a picture because I don't trust myself to take pictures while riding in the pack. Maybe next year I'll get one of those helmet-mounted cameras.
When we got to the REI food stop in Kent, I decided to have one of the mechanics look at my rear tire, which was going wuh-wump on every revolution because part of the tire was bulging. It was the mechanic's opinion that the tube just wasn't seated properly, like it was bunched up in some parts, which caused the unevenness in the tire, so he sprayed some lube in there, inflated and deflated the tube a few times and got it evened out. The ride was much smoother the rest of the day.
The REI mechanics had one of those creepy animatronic Elvis heads that were spotted in the last woot-off.
All the fun we had during the ward campout the few days prior to the STP started to take its toll though. We were already sore from football, ultimate frisbee, and swimming.
We made it into Centralia, the halfway point, about 6 PM, and chowed down at the lasagna buffet at Centralia College's student cafeteria. We met a guy who sat at our dinner table, who told us he had 6 flat tires that day, and that he was at his wit's end. I felt bad for the guy, but I was sure glad that didn't happen to us! We crashed pretty early, not really eager to party late into the night.
We got up the next day at about 5 AM, struck down our respective sleeping accommodations, and picked up our bikes from the police's secured bike area, only to find that my tire was flat! We put in a new tube and hit the road, somewhat discouraged by the delay.
On route to Chehalis, the next stop, my tire went flat again. The tube was still pretty bunchy, causing a nasty ride, so we waited at the mechanic's booth in Chehalis so he could take a look at it. After waiting about 30 minutes in line, he looked at it and gave his diagnosis: some tires and rims are just bad combinations and cause the tube not to sit well. His solution: just keep riding. We picked up some new tubes to take with us.
Next, we stopped in Winlock (which is apparently the home of the World's Largest Egg.
After Lisa enjoyed a fine breakfast sandwich, we hopped on our bikes again to try to catch up with the crowd, from which we seemed to be falling further and further behind. After pedaling about 3 feet I called out to Lisa to stop, because I had another flat tire. So we stopped and patched it up. One of the STP support cars pulled over to help us. We took the tire off, checked it for embedded thorns or glass, and found nothing. I patched up the tube, and the nice volunteer couple (who I later learned were from Olympia [Later? What do I mean later? You'll see]) loaned us their floor pump. They suggested we ride to Vader, where a mechanic could check out the tire.
We made it to Vader. The mechanic said, "The tire looks fine. I'd ride on it!" He gave me another tube to replace my patched one and he also put new rim tape on my rim and gave me a Pedro's tire lever, which he said would be better than the ones I was using, all in an effort to avoid possible pinch flats.
Now in a hurry to catch up with the crowd, we took off, hoping that this would be the final flat and the rest of the ride we would be unimpeded. As you might suspect, this was not the case. Lisa had warned me about the stretch from Vader to Castle Rock, which the STP route guide characterizes as having "rollers in abundance." I would suggest that their definition of a "roller" is quite different from mine and Lisa's. We did make it through the nastiest hills though, and as we were going downhill, my tire went flat AGAIN.
I flagged down an STP support car and just asked for a ride to the Lexington Park food stop where there would be a mechanic. Lisa just rode the rest of the way to the stop, and caught up with us rather quickly. I met the same mechanic there who worked on my tire in Kent. He checked it out, thought nothing seemed to be wrong with it (other than having a flat tube). He put a new tube in and said I was ready to roll (though at this point, my confidence was fairly low). We attempted to scavenge from whatever food was left at the food stop (we were informed that we were certainly among the last 50 riders of the 9500 at this point).
Now, about 10 miles from Oregon, we headed out again. It was starting to get quite warm, now that it was about 12:30 PM. We arrived at the Lewis and Clark bridge, which was really something. I'd heard one of the riders talking about it the day before at one of the stops. He was telling another rider that it was a cool part of the ride—well, that it sucked—well, that it was kind of cool and kind of sucked. I found this to be a pretty accurate description. The scenery was beautiful, but the bridge was just this endless hill.
You'd look way off in the distance and there was this bridge way above the river. And then you pedaled, and pedaled, and the bridge didn't get any closer. And finally you got on the bridge, and it just kept going up. "Surely," you'd think to yourself, "surely I will arrive at the center of the bridge soon." And, while it was not soon, we did arrive eventually, and coasted down the rest of the bridge into Oregon. We were too late for the motorcade escort, which Lisa says is quite cool; the southbound lane of the bridge is shut down and hundreds of riders are escorted across the bridge at once.
Anyway, long story short: in the next thirty miles I got another couple of flats, swearing each time that the next flat I got would be the last, either because I'd finish the race and then throw away my back tire, or that I'd just resign myself to fate and give up. I had to take the latter options somewhere just before Scappoose, about 20 miles before we would arrive in Portland. I didn't have any more fresh tubes, and I got another flat, just riding along the highway. I flagged down a car and, lo, it was the same couple who loaned us the floor pump in Winlock. I told them I'd had it (actually, if I had felt that changing the tire would make a real difference I would have tried to do it, but I only had the old patched tube, I was sure it would go flat in another 10 miles, and most of the mechanics were shut down, and any more time, and the finish line would have closed before we got there).
They asked if someone could come pick me up and I said yes, but it would take about an hour and a half for my ride to get there. They radioed in and got permission to take me in to the finish line in Portland. That way, Lisa could ride the rest of the way in and I could meet her there and my aunt and uncle could pick us up as previously planned. I don't know, maybe I should have tried to ride in on the patched tube, as it was the final resource I had, but it was 95° out on the road, this was the seventh flat of the day, and I had already sworn three times that I was going to quit. As it was, at least Lisa got to ride triumphant over the finish line.
And now, we have an excuse to ride next year for the 30 year anniversary of the STP—we still have to both finish it.
Oh, and here's a sample of the wacked out stuff people ride on the STP:
I wish I had seen the guy riding this. I wonder if the form of the bike alone is sufficient to discourage theft. It looks like it would be tough to get the hang of mounting it; you'd have to do it kind of like a penny farthing.
A good time was had by all, especially after we recovered from our bike seats. I got a pretty decent farmer tan, and Lisa got some lovely glove tan lines.
Lisa and I kicked off the ride at the start line in Seattle at about 6 AM.
The path followed the shore of Lake Washington for a while and we saw some really spectacular vistas of Mt. Ranier over the lake. Unfortunately, I don't have a picture because I don't trust myself to take pictures while riding in the pack. Maybe next year I'll get one of those helmet-mounted cameras.
When we got to the REI food stop in Kent, I decided to have one of the mechanics look at my rear tire, which was going wuh-wump on every revolution because part of the tire was bulging. It was the mechanic's opinion that the tube just wasn't seated properly, like it was bunched up in some parts, which caused the unevenness in the tire, so he sprayed some lube in there, inflated and deflated the tube a few times and got it evened out. The ride was much smoother the rest of the day.
The REI mechanics had one of those creepy animatronic Elvis heads that were spotted in the last woot-off.
All the fun we had during the ward campout the few days prior to the STP started to take its toll though. We were already sore from football, ultimate frisbee, and swimming.
We made it into Centralia, the halfway point, about 6 PM, and chowed down at the lasagna buffet at Centralia College's student cafeteria. We met a guy who sat at our dinner table, who told us he had 6 flat tires that day, and that he was at his wit's end. I felt bad for the guy, but I was sure glad that didn't happen to us! We crashed pretty early, not really eager to party late into the night.
We got up the next day at about 5 AM, struck down our respective sleeping accommodations, and picked up our bikes from the police's secured bike area, only to find that my tire was flat! We put in a new tube and hit the road, somewhat discouraged by the delay.
On route to Chehalis, the next stop, my tire went flat again. The tube was still pretty bunchy, causing a nasty ride, so we waited at the mechanic's booth in Chehalis so he could take a look at it. After waiting about 30 minutes in line, he looked at it and gave his diagnosis: some tires and rims are just bad combinations and cause the tube not to sit well. His solution: just keep riding. We picked up some new tubes to take with us.
Next, we stopped in Winlock (which is apparently the home of the World's Largest Egg.
After Lisa enjoyed a fine breakfast sandwich, we hopped on our bikes again to try to catch up with the crowd, from which we seemed to be falling further and further behind. After pedaling about 3 feet I called out to Lisa to stop, because I had another flat tire. So we stopped and patched it up. One of the STP support cars pulled over to help us. We took the tire off, checked it for embedded thorns or glass, and found nothing. I patched up the tube, and the nice volunteer couple (who I later learned were from Olympia [Later? What do I mean later? You'll see]) loaned us their floor pump. They suggested we ride to Vader, where a mechanic could check out the tire.
We made it to Vader. The mechanic said, "The tire looks fine. I'd ride on it!" He gave me another tube to replace my patched one and he also put new rim tape on my rim and gave me a Pedro's tire lever, which he said would be better than the ones I was using, all in an effort to avoid possible pinch flats.
Now in a hurry to catch up with the crowd, we took off, hoping that this would be the final flat and the rest of the ride we would be unimpeded. As you might suspect, this was not the case. Lisa had warned me about the stretch from Vader to Castle Rock, which the STP route guide characterizes as having "rollers in abundance." I would suggest that their definition of a "roller" is quite different from mine and Lisa's. We did make it through the nastiest hills though, and as we were going downhill, my tire went flat AGAIN.
I flagged down an STP support car and just asked for a ride to the Lexington Park food stop where there would be a mechanic. Lisa just rode the rest of the way to the stop, and caught up with us rather quickly. I met the same mechanic there who worked on my tire in Kent. He checked it out, thought nothing seemed to be wrong with it (other than having a flat tube). He put a new tube in and said I was ready to roll (though at this point, my confidence was fairly low). We attempted to scavenge from whatever food was left at the food stop (we were informed that we were certainly among the last 50 riders of the 9500 at this point).
Now, about 10 miles from Oregon, we headed out again. It was starting to get quite warm, now that it was about 12:30 PM. We arrived at the Lewis and Clark bridge, which was really something. I'd heard one of the riders talking about it the day before at one of the stops. He was telling another rider that it was a cool part of the ride—well, that it sucked—well, that it was kind of cool and kind of sucked. I found this to be a pretty accurate description. The scenery was beautiful, but the bridge was just this endless hill.
You'd look way off in the distance and there was this bridge way above the river. And then you pedaled, and pedaled, and the bridge didn't get any closer. And finally you got on the bridge, and it just kept going up. "Surely," you'd think to yourself, "surely I will arrive at the center of the bridge soon." And, while it was not soon, we did arrive eventually, and coasted down the rest of the bridge into Oregon. We were too late for the motorcade escort, which Lisa says is quite cool; the southbound lane of the bridge is shut down and hundreds of riders are escorted across the bridge at once.
Anyway, long story short: in the next thirty miles I got another couple of flats, swearing each time that the next flat I got would be the last, either because I'd finish the race and then throw away my back tire, or that I'd just resign myself to fate and give up. I had to take the latter options somewhere just before Scappoose, about 20 miles before we would arrive in Portland. I didn't have any more fresh tubes, and I got another flat, just riding along the highway. I flagged down a car and, lo, it was the same couple who loaned us the floor pump in Winlock. I told them I'd had it (actually, if I had felt that changing the tire would make a real difference I would have tried to do it, but I only had the old patched tube, I was sure it would go flat in another 10 miles, and most of the mechanics were shut down, and any more time, and the finish line would have closed before we got there).
They asked if someone could come pick me up and I said yes, but it would take about an hour and a half for my ride to get there. They radioed in and got permission to take me in to the finish line in Portland. That way, Lisa could ride the rest of the way in and I could meet her there and my aunt and uncle could pick us up as previously planned. I don't know, maybe I should have tried to ride in on the patched tube, as it was the final resource I had, but it was 95° out on the road, this was the seventh flat of the day, and I had already sworn three times that I was going to quit. As it was, at least Lisa got to ride triumphant over the finish line.
And now, we have an excuse to ride next year for the 30 year anniversary of the STP—we still have to both finish it.
Oh, and here's a sample of the wacked out stuff people ride on the STP:
I wish I had seen the guy riding this. I wonder if the form of the bike alone is sufficient to discourage theft. It looks like it would be tough to get the hang of mounting it; you'd have to do it kind of like a penny farthing.
A good time was had by all, especially after we recovered from our bike seats. I got a pretty decent farmer tan, and Lisa got some lovely glove tan lines.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
The Ring!
We finally got the ring we picked out today and I get to wear it from now on!! Here are some pics I took of it on my very ow hand. Ignore the awesome tan lines from my bike gloves. Those are from the STP we rode this last weekend- photos will be coming of that shortly.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
She loves her bananas!
Here is a video of my adorable niece. I was feeding her a banana. I love how she tried to eat the whole thing in one bite - and she does that on every bite she takes! Anyway, enjoy. Sorry about the bad video quality, its from my cell phone.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
The Post You've All Been Waiting For
Last Saturday was our 4th dating anniversary. To celebrate, Nick took me downtown to this awesome little French Restaurant overlooking Pike Place Market. There were roses waiting for me on the table. It was perfect. The restaurant is called Chez Shea. We did the tasting menu which is an eight course meal that lets you try a bunch of the things on their menu. You can see the menu at their website. I was kinda scared for the Foie Gras but it was actually really good. My favorite quote from the dinner: Nick-"So, four years huh? Sorry." It made me laugh a lot. Here's me with my roses outside the front door:
We sat right inside the top corner window. This is a view from down at the market.
We enjoyed wonderful scenery as we left the restaurant.
All dressed up for the evening.
So the original plan was to go the Rose Garden at the Woodland Park Zoo right after dinner. Unfortunately we got a little lost and arrived right as they were closing up so we decided to go back the next day.
It was a beautiful garden with thousands of amazing roses. I was playing with Nick's camera trying to get some cool close up shots.
There is an adorable little gazebo at the back of the garden.
So we were sitting in the Gazebo taking pictures of ourselves when Nick gets all serious and asks if we could count this day as an extension of yesterday since we were supposed to be there the night before. Then he got down on one knee and pulled out a ring and asked me to marry him!! Just in case you were wondering, I said yes. This is a pic of where I was sitting when he asked and was taken right before.
We are still in the process of getting my ring so he proposed with his grandma's.
Here is a picture of the setting we have picked for my ring which I should probably get in a couple weeks!!!
We sat right inside the top corner window. This is a view from down at the market.
We enjoyed wonderful scenery as we left the restaurant.
All dressed up for the evening.
So the original plan was to go the Rose Garden at the Woodland Park Zoo right after dinner. Unfortunately we got a little lost and arrived right as they were closing up so we decided to go back the next day.
It was a beautiful garden with thousands of amazing roses. I was playing with Nick's camera trying to get some cool close up shots.
There is an adorable little gazebo at the back of the garden.
So we were sitting in the Gazebo taking pictures of ourselves when Nick gets all serious and asks if we could count this day as an extension of yesterday since we were supposed to be there the night before. Then he got down on one knee and pulled out a ring and asked me to marry him!! Just in case you were wondering, I said yes. This is a pic of where I was sitting when he asked and was taken right before.
We are still in the process of getting my ring so he proposed with his grandma's.
Here is a picture of the setting we have picked for my ring which I should probably get in a couple weeks!!!
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Gearing up for the big ride.
So last year before the STP (Seattle to Portland) I bought a brand new road bike. That pretty much drained my funds, but this year I was able to get some new accessories for my bike for the big ride. First off, I thought I would be daring and convert to the pedals which click in and lock. Here's the shoes I got:
On the bottom there is a cleat that hooks into the pedal. This allows you to not only push down on the pedal but pull up as well so you get a lot more power and your feet don't slip off the pedals. I think I've only had one crash because I couldn't unclip, and of course it was in front of a bunch of people. I've got the hang of it now and I really like them a lot better.
Here's a picture of the pedal the shoe clips into.
On those long rides it really takes a toll on your shoulder and neck areas oddly enough. My brother Lance got me a set of aero bars to go on my bike. So i can rest my arms in the pads and hold on out front on those long stretches when I'm not shifting or breaking. It really helps relieve some muscle stress.
And last but not least...I've found myself several times being almost hit by cars. Drivers just seem oblivious to bikers, even when they are on the sidewalk. So I got this nice bright yellow jacket to make myself known. Supprisingly I've still had a couple of times when cars still don't see me.
The best thing about this jacket is when it gets too hot the sleeves zip off and it turns into a vest!
I wish getting accessories made you ready for a bike trip of this magnitude. (204 miles in 2 days) I haven't trained as much as I would have liked but I didn't last year either and it turned out just fine. Hopefully I'll get some pics of the ride up in a couple weeks when we get back. Stay tuned....
On the bottom there is a cleat that hooks into the pedal. This allows you to not only push down on the pedal but pull up as well so you get a lot more power and your feet don't slip off the pedals. I think I've only had one crash because I couldn't unclip, and of course it was in front of a bunch of people. I've got the hang of it now and I really like them a lot better.
Here's a picture of the pedal the shoe clips into.
On those long rides it really takes a toll on your shoulder and neck areas oddly enough. My brother Lance got me a set of aero bars to go on my bike. So i can rest my arms in the pads and hold on out front on those long stretches when I'm not shifting or breaking. It really helps relieve some muscle stress.
And last but not least...I've found myself several times being almost hit by cars. Drivers just seem oblivious to bikers, even when they are on the sidewalk. So I got this nice bright yellow jacket to make myself known. Supprisingly I've still had a couple of times when cars still don't see me.
The best thing about this jacket is when it gets too hot the sleeves zip off and it turns into a vest!
I wish getting accessories made you ready for a bike trip of this magnitude. (204 miles in 2 days) I haven't trained as much as I would have liked but I didn't last year either and it turned out just fine. Hopefully I'll get some pics of the ride up in a couple weeks when we get back. Stay tuned....
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