Pearl
THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING
watts the point of having a cat if you dont like it doe
Peezy's Black Magic 2013
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watts the point of having a cat if you dont like it doe
woody
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Well, she didn't come right out and say "I stole your cat".
It went like this:
(Lady knocks on front door.)
"Hi, I found a black cat, did you lose it?"
"Yeah, it disappeared like 3 weeks ago!"
"Great, its in my car."
"Holy crap, when did you find it?"
"Like 3 weeks ago."
"Wow, where did you find it?"
"In front of your house."
"And you've been searching for the owner all this time?"
"No, you're the first people we asked. Your damn cat's been puking all over my house and biting my kids. I think it's sick. Bye."
rodent control....
bug control (cat dependent)
pictures for internet
rock/paper/scissors for puke clean up - real puke, hairballs are a no brainer.
watch cat watch fishtank
watch cat attack tv when birds are on
blame fart on cat (this does not work)
they do get annoying when the birds get going at 4:45...
ours is outside if the temp stays over 50. or we get drunk and forget....
post your cat thread coming?
she then went to a lawyer, who probably said it was a non-starter....
I may leave the site because this will only happen when AM takes over the site.
no worries there. although steve has been MIA for like two years now.
we got a cat, check that- my WIFE got the kids a cat, for christmas in 2011. apparently the bikes santa was bringing weren't baller enough. anyway, i'm not a cat guy. i like dogs. my golden in my buddy but i knew damn well the cat would end up glueing itself to me, which it of course did. she's stalks me in the morning, much like pearl's cat- if i'm not out of bed by say, 6:15, the damn thing jumps on my head.
as far as cats go, this thing is fairly cool. she'll play fetch forever and occasionally kills a bug. a plus is that we haven't had a mouse in the house since like a month after we got her. unfortunately she wasn't real sure what to do about it and with my wife and kids screaming bloody murder, i had to go all flying karate chop on it's ass from across the room and "immobilize" it.
oh, and pearl, if you're drinking chocolate milk as your recovery...
http://www.mapmyfitness.com/challenges/milk/
hey, just sayin'.
😀
http://www.mapmyfitness.com/challenges/milk/
hey, just sayin'.
😀
That is a crazy story Woody...who the hell steals a cat? people are wacked.
I hate the 4 legged beast that is my wifes cat. That said I feel that a pet is forever and once you take on the responsibility of a cat or a dog, they are family and you are stuck with them. so with that in mind...lock the little shit outside!
I hate the 4 legged beast that is my wifes cat. That said I feel that a pet is forever and once you take on the responsibility of a cat or a dog, they are family and you are stuck with them. so with that in mind...lock the little shit outside!
utah, i think locking the critter outside misses the whole responsibility thing.
Red Mosquito
Formerly RLB the Scrapple Boy
This, you're usually at or above the speed limit on any significant downhill anyway.
My dog does this to me. Well usually it's whining next to my side of the bed. But if she happens to make her way into the bed then she comes up next to me and paws me until I wake up, this is a pleasant awakening from a 40 lb being. Since I'm the one who walks her first thing every morning she never bothers to try this with my wife.
Pearl
THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING
Sorry I've been slacking.
Overall I've been riding. Just trying to stay fresh for the weekend. Except yesterday, tried to steal a KOM with the wind but failed by 3 seconds 🙁
We went out in between the rain storms yesterday. I thought we were in the clear but I soon realized we were going to get dumped on. We heard a crack of thunder and realized we were semi screwed. We tried to get to cover but got hit with what felt like hail. We hid at Rhythms for about 10 minutes before the rain let up. Road brakes dont work well in the rain.
Got stuck putting the bikes away in a flash flood in front of our shed. Woops.
I texted Mandi and she saved me with an umbrella. I put a busted road wheel in the puddle and was able to save my new socks.
Overall I've been riding. Just trying to stay fresh for the weekend. Except yesterday, tried to steal a KOM with the wind but failed by 3 seconds 🙁
We went out in between the rain storms yesterday. I thought we were in the clear but I soon realized we were going to get dumped on. We heard a crack of thunder and realized we were semi screwed. We tried to get to cover but got hit with what felt like hail. We hid at Rhythms for about 10 minutes before the rain let up. Road brakes dont work well in the rain.
Got stuck putting the bikes away in a flash flood in front of our shed. Woops.
I texted Mandi and she saved me with an umbrella. I put a busted road wheel in the puddle and was able to save my new socks.
you're light, why didn't you just drive that power wheels thing?
can't go barefoot? with that puddle you could have had your own mini-woodstock.
Pearl
THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING
I really just want to fly through this recap, but I should take my time.
Friday
Red Robin and Froyo with the Northerners. Took me a while to find it, but once we did, we were the first ones to show up. How does that always happen? The people furthest away arrive earlier than someone who lives right down the street? Can't explain that.
The highlight of the night might have been that Mandi taught Luke something. I also thought Luke, for some reason, was a vegetarian. While we were eating our Froyo, our group of people got yelled at by the mall cop for blocking the way of other customers. It was probably 10:30. Rather humorous.
Saturday
Spent the whole day nervous. Mandi was off and running errands, so I had nothing to do but sit and watch the clock. All I did was eat food, hydrate and sit inside in the air conditioning. Triple checked what I had packed and off to Utahs for the RU Caravan to State College.
Chris hit a big ass bug.
Chris made great time driving, or we just had a lot of fun chatting it up on the way down. We pull into one of the finest gas stations ever:
This place is pretty awesome and right across from the hotel. Stocked up on some essentials (and non-essentials) and packed into the Super 8 parking lot.
Not so fast...
We turn the corner and see this:
WTF is going on? Multiple vans covered with "Jersey Shore or Bust" on it. "Honk if you're Snooki". I was frightened. We got our shit unpacked and headed in to the room. I opened the curtains to see what kind of view we had:
IT WAS LIKE A HORROR MOVIE.
Not sure how we slept that night. But we did.
Friday
Red Robin and Froyo with the Northerners. Took me a while to find it, but once we did, we were the first ones to show up. How does that always happen? The people furthest away arrive earlier than someone who lives right down the street? Can't explain that.
The highlight of the night might have been that Mandi taught Luke something. I also thought Luke, for some reason, was a vegetarian. While we were eating our Froyo, our group of people got yelled at by the mall cop for blocking the way of other customers. It was probably 10:30. Rather humorous.
Saturday
Spent the whole day nervous. Mandi was off and running errands, so I had nothing to do but sit and watch the clock. All I did was eat food, hydrate and sit inside in the air conditioning. Triple checked what I had packed and off to Utahs for the RU Caravan to State College.
Chris hit a big ass bug.
Chris made great time driving, or we just had a lot of fun chatting it up on the way down. We pull into one of the finest gas stations ever:
This place is pretty awesome and right across from the hotel. Stocked up on some essentials (and non-essentials) and packed into the Super 8 parking lot.
Not so fast...
We turn the corner and see this:
WTF is going on? Multiple vans covered with "Jersey Shore or Bust" on it. "Honk if you're Snooki". I was frightened. We got our shit unpacked and headed in to the room. I opened the curtains to see what kind of view we had:
IT WAS LIKE A HORROR MOVIE.
Not sure how we slept that night. But we did.
Pearl
THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING
Stoopid 50 Race Day
The Super8 breakfast was really weak. All three of us agreed it may be time to upgrade. We didn’t see anyone else eating, meaning everyone else that was here last year thought the same thing and thought the extra coin was worth it.
We pull into the lot and it was pretty empty, or we were early one or the other. The threat of rain showers all morning made for an interesting choice for clothing. I didn’t bring anything but summer stuff. Thankfully Rob had another vest on him. We spin around and ride some singletrack to make sure everything works… Everything works, just need my legs to wake up. Chat with Forest, Vinny, Jeff, Chris, Ryan, other NJ locals.
The staging is rather laxed and they start us off.
Oh yes, expectations. I really didn’t have any. I was disappointed that I didn’t finish the BS50, so one of them is to finish. Also, depending on the conditions, I would like to be under 5:45. Seems reasonable, but I have no idea what to expect. I also didn’t want to have to walk anything, such as fire roads. All of the insight from your peers can only help so much. One thing I listened from everyone was to get in a good position before the first ST.
So we are off. It starts to drizzle. Not rain or downpour, but just kind of sprinkling. This could be the start of something terrible. Blah. Glad I have this vest. I don’t see many people that I recognize as they are off the front with the big boys. I’m trying to find someone to calm me down, and that happens to be Bill Romollino from Black Bear. I recognize him, the kit, it all just feels like home now. I follow his wheel from group to group and it matches my speed and style perfect. I’m just about redlined, but in control. We are in a group of 7-10 people at this point, 2 on fat bikes. One I recognized from all of the H2H races.
So Tussey Ridge. Some of the best singletrack I’ve ridden. This is the whole reason I came back to this location, this trail. Sadly, I couldn’t enjoy it. The pressure of riders behind you and not trying to screw up, as well as leaving enough room to recover if the person in front of you dabs. To say I had a good ride on the ridge would be a stretch. Between some dabs, some bad luck, I wasn’t making up any time here. Which was okay. We start descending and I’m being held up by people in front of me. It is totally unsafe to pass, and I realize I need the people in front of me to stay alive today. I would have went off into the brush multiple times if it wasn’t for them. Just need to keep things tight and not get stretched by anyone.
After the ridge we were on all trail that was new to me, which was exciting. I link back up with Bill before the first big climb at mile 10. I have no idea how my body will take this. Bill is setting a good pace and we swap back and forth. This one goes from road, to gravel, to dirt. We are with one other guy. I take the lead from Bill and try to bridge up to another guy on the climb. I look back and Bill isn’t around. Crap. Now I don’t feel so comfortable. Not the pace, just mentally. I eventually pass this other guy.
On this climb I realize I can sit in my easy gear and ride anything, high cadence, low cadence, anything works in this gear.
I look back and that guy isn’t around anymore either. Not sure if I’m feeling good, going to hard, or everyone else is dying. My HR is in check and I’m eating/drinking well at this point.
After this climb the ride really flattens out. The ST is awesome and rocky, but totally rideable. I’m with a group of people and find myself in a comfy zone. I enter a section of trail in the front and It is so overgrown I can’t see any lines. Advantage; riders behind me. I’m sloppy because I can’t see anything, hit rocks with my pedals on the side of the trail and eventually get hung up and have to let the group pass me. I’ll see them again.
Pass through a section that reminded me of Wawayanda/Water Co. and feel in a happy place again. Riding good. Riding smart.
I come up on Joe Johnson and he is saying he flatted and his back is killing him. He rides with me for a while and this just brings me back to the Cat 2 SS days when we would chat at the start. He tells me I need to do the W101 now. Ya right, lets get through this first. I ride better and better with Joe. He takes the lead on the fire road and DRILLS it, for me. I tell him I can’t go that fast and dials it back. We pass the people that passed me in the beginning. Joe tells me we are coming up on the second Aid at 32.
This is going by pretty fast. At this point in the Bearscat, I was looking for the car. Today I feel good. Everything is firing on all cylinders. Granted Stoopid vs Bearscat is completely different.
I pull off from Joe’s pace and stay in my happy place on the road. No one is passing me so I must be doing good. Joe was saying from here it is all up hill, which I’m curious how the legs will feel for this.
Quick stop at the aid station and I grab some extra Gu/Bloks, Skittles, swig of Coke and start to fill my bottle I had with some Gu Brew with water. Or so I thought. The guy says “This is HEED” The duct tape label says Water. GRRR. Never had HEED and don’t want to try it now. I should have dumped it out but I kept it on me. Needed the extra two pounds on my bike 😉
Off we go and I just think to myself, this is going to hurt. I’m counting off the tenths and just keep moving. We start to climb what we have once descended. Man, that was a long downhill at mile 12. The fact that I recognized the terrain and soil kind of made it easier on my mind.
Speaking of my mind, my mind was wandering all over the place. I was totally not in the zone or focused on these climbs. Either I was exhausted or my brain needed a break from the day. I’m thinking about how Mandi’s pre-ride at LM went, what we will get for dinner, if it’s ever going to rain, etc etc. Ended up being 31 minutes of this. I rode up Vosseller around Chimney Rock to get prepared for this, and it is totally paying off. I haven’t been eating/GU’ing much since the 4:30 mark, but I don’t think its going to help me much at this point.
Down a screaming fast fire road descent and my brain switches back on to paying attention. Never thought I would enjoy this. Sadly I knew it would be short lived. I see Joe on the side of the trail and I go by at 30MPH. No way I could stop. Sorry Joe. If I stopped I wouldn’t have finished.
The last climb never ended. I see a guy that I was riding with earlier in the day in a blue kit. It would be nice to catch him, but lets just ride and see what happens. The climb switches back on itself when you think it would be impossible. Chris told me to look at tree lines, but he also said they are so deceiving. I spend the time looking for the smoothest line up the fire road and just hoping I reach the top. A singlespeeder and another geared guy who obviously flatted pass me. I ask geared guy when this climb ends and he said right at the top here. He was right, but that was just the hardest part of the climb. It was still uphill. I’m looking at the mileage and thinking it cant’ be that much longer.
On one of the last switchbacks, I close the gap on the guy I was chasing and he gives me some words of encouragement. I’m curious if he will try and stick with me. I decide to give it one last kick and see what happens, and he does not come. So I got a spot! Woo.
I come to an arrow that points into a forest, whoa. Is this really it? This is the downhill to the finish.
“It’s all downhill from here” has never been so wrong in my life. This top section of trail looked like a downhill run at Mountain Creek. My arms are screaming and my whole body is tensing up trying to use my brakes. I may have actually cried. My fingers were bleeding and on the verge of cramping. Young Rob said it was just long enough to ride that you would want to quit, and it would be over. But I’m ready to quit. Thankfully the 6 minute downhill of death ends, 10 seconds after I felt like I was ready to stop and chop my arms off.
I start seeing more people and hearing more noise, and I know this is it. I saw this in videos. I thought I would be able to rip down this and enjoy it more, but my arms are toast. Let’s just not die.
I finish in 5:15, in one piece, without crashing, without walking, without dying. I also realized I only stopped for around 8-9 minutes.
Today was one of those days that everything worked, Everything went my way. This doesn’t happen often. I felt electric throughout the day. Everything was easy (well within reason). I wish I could bottle it up and make a magic potion to recall it when I need it. I paced myself perfectly and was able to call upon my legs whenever I needed them.
Hung around the after party and drank some soda in my beer glass, Pretended I was Ilya on the podium and headed out. I tried to pass out on the drive home, but I was so wired it was impossible. Chris took good care of us and we got home in one piece.
It was a great weekend. Right after the Bearscat, I was not interested in doing that race again. 2 hours later, I would do this race next month if I could.
The Super8 breakfast was really weak. All three of us agreed it may be time to upgrade. We didn’t see anyone else eating, meaning everyone else that was here last year thought the same thing and thought the extra coin was worth it.
We pull into the lot and it was pretty empty, or we were early one or the other. The threat of rain showers all morning made for an interesting choice for clothing. I didn’t bring anything but summer stuff. Thankfully Rob had another vest on him. We spin around and ride some singletrack to make sure everything works… Everything works, just need my legs to wake up. Chat with Forest, Vinny, Jeff, Chris, Ryan, other NJ locals.
The staging is rather laxed and they start us off.
Oh yes, expectations. I really didn’t have any. I was disappointed that I didn’t finish the BS50, so one of them is to finish. Also, depending on the conditions, I would like to be under 5:45. Seems reasonable, but I have no idea what to expect. I also didn’t want to have to walk anything, such as fire roads. All of the insight from your peers can only help so much. One thing I listened from everyone was to get in a good position before the first ST.
So we are off. It starts to drizzle. Not rain or downpour, but just kind of sprinkling. This could be the start of something terrible. Blah. Glad I have this vest. I don’t see many people that I recognize as they are off the front with the big boys. I’m trying to find someone to calm me down, and that happens to be Bill Romollino from Black Bear. I recognize him, the kit, it all just feels like home now. I follow his wheel from group to group and it matches my speed and style perfect. I’m just about redlined, but in control. We are in a group of 7-10 people at this point, 2 on fat bikes. One I recognized from all of the H2H races.
So Tussey Ridge. Some of the best singletrack I’ve ridden. This is the whole reason I came back to this location, this trail. Sadly, I couldn’t enjoy it. The pressure of riders behind you and not trying to screw up, as well as leaving enough room to recover if the person in front of you dabs. To say I had a good ride on the ridge would be a stretch. Between some dabs, some bad luck, I wasn’t making up any time here. Which was okay. We start descending and I’m being held up by people in front of me. It is totally unsafe to pass, and I realize I need the people in front of me to stay alive today. I would have went off into the brush multiple times if it wasn’t for them. Just need to keep things tight and not get stretched by anyone.
After the ridge we were on all trail that was new to me, which was exciting. I link back up with Bill before the first big climb at mile 10. I have no idea how my body will take this. Bill is setting a good pace and we swap back and forth. This one goes from road, to gravel, to dirt. We are with one other guy. I take the lead from Bill and try to bridge up to another guy on the climb. I look back and Bill isn’t around. Crap. Now I don’t feel so comfortable. Not the pace, just mentally. I eventually pass this other guy.
On this climb I realize I can sit in my easy gear and ride anything, high cadence, low cadence, anything works in this gear.
I look back and that guy isn’t around anymore either. Not sure if I’m feeling good, going to hard, or everyone else is dying. My HR is in check and I’m eating/drinking well at this point.
After this climb the ride really flattens out. The ST is awesome and rocky, but totally rideable. I’m with a group of people and find myself in a comfy zone. I enter a section of trail in the front and It is so overgrown I can’t see any lines. Advantage; riders behind me. I’m sloppy because I can’t see anything, hit rocks with my pedals on the side of the trail and eventually get hung up and have to let the group pass me. I’ll see them again.
Pass through a section that reminded me of Wawayanda/Water Co. and feel in a happy place again. Riding good. Riding smart.
I come up on Joe Johnson and he is saying he flatted and his back is killing him. He rides with me for a while and this just brings me back to the Cat 2 SS days when we would chat at the start. He tells me I need to do the W101 now. Ya right, lets get through this first. I ride better and better with Joe. He takes the lead on the fire road and DRILLS it, for me. I tell him I can’t go that fast and dials it back. We pass the people that passed me in the beginning. Joe tells me we are coming up on the second Aid at 32.
This is going by pretty fast. At this point in the Bearscat, I was looking for the car. Today I feel good. Everything is firing on all cylinders. Granted Stoopid vs Bearscat is completely different.
I pull off from Joe’s pace and stay in my happy place on the road. No one is passing me so I must be doing good. Joe was saying from here it is all up hill, which I’m curious how the legs will feel for this.
Quick stop at the aid station and I grab some extra Gu/Bloks, Skittles, swig of Coke and start to fill my bottle I had with some Gu Brew with water. Or so I thought. The guy says “This is HEED” The duct tape label says Water. GRRR. Never had HEED and don’t want to try it now. I should have dumped it out but I kept it on me. Needed the extra two pounds on my bike 😉
Off we go and I just think to myself, this is going to hurt. I’m counting off the tenths and just keep moving. We start to climb what we have once descended. Man, that was a long downhill at mile 12. The fact that I recognized the terrain and soil kind of made it easier on my mind.
Speaking of my mind, my mind was wandering all over the place. I was totally not in the zone or focused on these climbs. Either I was exhausted or my brain needed a break from the day. I’m thinking about how Mandi’s pre-ride at LM went, what we will get for dinner, if it’s ever going to rain, etc etc. Ended up being 31 minutes of this. I rode up Vosseller around Chimney Rock to get prepared for this, and it is totally paying off. I haven’t been eating/GU’ing much since the 4:30 mark, but I don’t think its going to help me much at this point.
Down a screaming fast fire road descent and my brain switches back on to paying attention. Never thought I would enjoy this. Sadly I knew it would be short lived. I see Joe on the side of the trail and I go by at 30MPH. No way I could stop. Sorry Joe. If I stopped I wouldn’t have finished.
The last climb never ended. I see a guy that I was riding with earlier in the day in a blue kit. It would be nice to catch him, but lets just ride and see what happens. The climb switches back on itself when you think it would be impossible. Chris told me to look at tree lines, but he also said they are so deceiving. I spend the time looking for the smoothest line up the fire road and just hoping I reach the top. A singlespeeder and another geared guy who obviously flatted pass me. I ask geared guy when this climb ends and he said right at the top here. He was right, but that was just the hardest part of the climb. It was still uphill. I’m looking at the mileage and thinking it cant’ be that much longer.
On one of the last switchbacks, I close the gap on the guy I was chasing and he gives me some words of encouragement. I’m curious if he will try and stick with me. I decide to give it one last kick and see what happens, and he does not come. So I got a spot! Woo.
I come to an arrow that points into a forest, whoa. Is this really it? This is the downhill to the finish.
“It’s all downhill from here” has never been so wrong in my life. This top section of trail looked like a downhill run at Mountain Creek. My arms are screaming and my whole body is tensing up trying to use my brakes. I may have actually cried. My fingers were bleeding and on the verge of cramping. Young Rob said it was just long enough to ride that you would want to quit, and it would be over. But I’m ready to quit. Thankfully the 6 minute downhill of death ends, 10 seconds after I felt like I was ready to stop and chop my arms off.
I start seeing more people and hearing more noise, and I know this is it. I saw this in videos. I thought I would be able to rip down this and enjoy it more, but my arms are toast. Let’s just not die.
I finish in 5:15, in one piece, without crashing, without walking, without dying. I also realized I only stopped for around 8-9 minutes.
Today was one of those days that everything worked, Everything went my way. This doesn’t happen often. I felt electric throughout the day. Everything was easy (well within reason). I wish I could bottle it up and make a magic potion to recall it when I need it. I paced myself perfectly and was able to call upon my legs whenever I needed them.
Hung around the after party and drank some soda in my beer glass, Pretended I was Ilya on the podium and headed out. I tried to pass out on the drive home, but I was so wired it was impossible. Chris took good care of us and we got home in one piece.
It was a great weekend. Right after the Bearscat, I was not interested in doing that race again. 2 hours later, I would do this race next month if I could.
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nice write up! that last downhill sounds like you were on dan's trail or something similar. must have been scary after riding that long.
skittles.
skittles.