Ah, yes… I was continuing with my attempts at figuring out what the hell has become of my life.
Considering the fact that I’ve spent the last few days hemming and hawing about which RC crawler to get, I can say with certainty that the answer to that is ‘very little‘.
For now, I will continue to live vicariously through the victories of those around me.
The Golden State Warriors, anyone who can momentarily excuse themselves from the upside down world in which we are currently residing, and my Shimano Gravel Project compatriot Air Wrecka, pictured here in the midst of our Rock Cobbler adventure;
She deftly took on all comers at this past weekend’s Dirty Kanza century, and with a crushing time of six hours and fifty-nine minutes, emerged on the top block for her efforts;
Photo courtesy of Mike Siegrist.
If the adage, ‘you are known by the company you keep‘ holds true, then thanks to her, as well as all of my Shimano Gravel ilk, I’ll forever be known as a dyed-in-the-wool honch.
And perhaps as I mention on Monday, a soon to be shut-in, born-again virgin;
I mean, uh… What?
I didn’t even know stuff like this existed.
The inner-nerd in me… You know- The same dick who spent a hundred hours in his basement the last few years playing with model cars? He’s absolutely laid flat by this revelation, and is even more befuddled by the prospect of investing a few hundred dollars which don’t really exist in the budget on a toy.
I have it on good authority that there are at least a handful of like-minded dorks in this site’s readership, so if anyone has a recommendation, or can point me in the right direction, I’m all ears.
If I ever thought asembling a cool custom bike was challenging, I now realize of was woefully incorrect.
Finally, and I suppose relating to both my gravel riding compatriots, as well as nerding out about wheeled things, I’d like to mention that I will be gone from my post on Friday, as I will be in southern California attending this show;
It relates to gravel, because on the night of the reception, I was actually in Minnesota, having just completed the Almanzo 100, (a thing of which I’m still quite proud). I was sad to miss the opening, but am looking quite forward to seeing the installation in its entirety.
While he was here, he also snagged my one remaining copy of the zine I made about taking possession of it that I understand is currently displayed along side of the machine. I appreciate the understanding during my absence, and we’ll rejoin forces at the time when we do.