Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Time out: 6:30 a.m.
Time in: 4:10 p.m.
Distance: 51.20 mi
Route: Granite Bay, Loomis, Newcastle, Auburn, Granite Bay again.
Sunburn: Pretty mild. It’s late enough to leave the sunscreen at home, right? Fluids mostly held out, but I raided the fridge (again) when I stumbled through the door.
Injuries: None
Casualties: None; provided the Android is in my backpack pocket where I left it, which I think it is.
Butt: Pretty sore
Fear of not making it home again: On a scale of 0 to 10, about a 6 with occasional spikes up to 7. Perfect.
You can do something now, and have these little panic attacks where you think maybe you pushed the ticker past its limit…or, you can pamper yourself silly now, and have the same panic attacks at 70 or 80 when they’re much more likely to actually mean something. I’d prefer to have the panic now.
And I got schooled on topography a few times. Can’t get a reading on that from a map. I’d say some of those surprises were mostly responsible for making this an adventure, put the “error” in trial-and-error. The Newcastle area is not level by any means. Well, I made it.
Update: Just realized: While yesterday’s little trip out didn’t set a daily record as far as distance, or total time, or sunburn or money spent — it did push out my Northern (bicycling) frontier a tiny bit. Maybe that’s the way I need to be tracking this:
Yes, this system shows some signs of being productive. I can see the value of figuring out where & how to push this quadrangle/pentangle outward next time. Pilot Hill, maybe?
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Well, now that we know your route we can set up the spike strips and piano wire accordingly.
- vanderleun | 10/10/2010 @ 11:35Pretty fucking awesome Morgan!
- HoundOfDoom | 10/10/2010 @ 16:13Mildly inspiring, at least. Time to get back on the bike. Like, tomorrow. Maybe. You know, if the weather is good.
- Andy | 10/10/2010 @ 18:01…we can set up the spike strips and piano wire…
You know where but you don’t know when.
- mkfreeberg | 10/10/2010 @ 20:36What Andy said, if one is prone to being inspired by such. I think the route would be more fun on a vee-twin, given that I think there’s only ONE reason for heavy breathing in this life. Two, if in danger.
- bpenni | 10/11/2010 @ 09:30