Some good things may be ending…

It was a wise man who once said, “all good things must come to an end.” Perhapse it was groucho marx. I’m not good with stuff like that… I do know that Groucho said that “outside of a dog a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.”
Another wise man once said, “your blog is stupid.” Which is the chief reason this blog is not coming to an end.

Everything will now be done OVER HERE @ blog.iamindisposed.com.

Talk amongst yourselves…

-M

Fiction v Reality

Yeah, I hope fiction wins. Reality is over rated (I’ve seen the video on youtube).

Here’s a link to a local blog “Evolution of the Me.” A great post. Something I can’t steal, but I can link to it.

And since I like to have visuals and it fits the topic:

-M

Carson Pass Hike

Carson Pass Hike

Originally uploaded by i am indisposed

Moving on:

This is Tahoe and his family. We are on the dangerous side of Tahoe in this pic. If you find yourself staring down the business end of this mutt, my advice would be to move, or grab some big pieces of bark to use as a shield!

Here’s some new friends of ours from Gardenerville. Read all about our trip to Fouth of July Lake on The Facility Bike Club Blog..

Great to meet you guys!

-M

Sunday Driver

Cyclist hit by car in downtown Reno, Nevada.

Callie hit by car

Originally uploaded by i am indisposed
One thing I worry about as I ride my bike around town is getting hit by a car. That’s why I wear a hard shell bmx/freeride helmet.

The thing I worry about even more is someone I love getting hit by a car, since my wife, sisters, brother-in-law and most of my friends ride around town a lot.

That second fear materialized yesterday when I got a call from my sister saying she got T-Boned by a car on her bike. She was riding East on Fourth Street when a westbound car turning south onto Lake hit her at the front wheel. She went over the car, by far the preferable vector, hit the windshield with her helmeted head and onto the ground. Hit her head twice, both times protected by the helmet. She said she remembered the impacts and that they didn’t hurt at all. The helmet is in ok shape. Scuffed and cracked a little. Certainly needs to be replaced.

The driver and several others stopped immeadiately, called police and EMTs. They patched her up with bandages, though she wasn’t actually bleeding anywhere. Everything on the wrap-up went well. The driver got a ticket and has insurance.

Her bike is a little messed up. The front wheel bearings are running rough indicating a bent axle, which means that the carbon forks are ruined. The rear wheel is out of true and the driveside chainstay is bent. Various other scratches and scuffs, but not horrible. She can’t ride it at least.

I had prepared a lecture for her about wearing a helmet, but thankfully she had already started wearing one regularly. For those of you who think a helmet can’t help you in a car-bike collision: you’re dead fucking wrong.

-M

Something both old and borrowed

 

This is my grandfather, John Henderson. He was a Navy Fighter pilot on an aircraft carrier in WW2. After his service he settled in Baton Rouge Louisiana with his wife Rosemary and raised the family which included my father, John.

Liberty Sinclair

I heard on channel 8 news from Ann Cutler (I’d change that If I were you, too close you know…) that there was a crash @ Liberty and Sinclair necessitating “extrication.” So naturally I rushed out to get a looksee.

Mother-of-pearl

I dreamed I was a rancher and the people in the old photographs on the kids walls were me and mine: my own pastoral utopia with a meadow and a creek. I dug in the meadow to channel water for our cattle. Hunted raccoons with a lanky lop-eared dog. I smelled mud and grass and manure, carried a knife in every pocket. When I looked up I saw a girl waive from the house telling me to come in for lunch. I saw a sandwich and potato chips. I smelled coffee in a stove-top percolator and home-made donuts, and the girl smiling at me. I held my shovel in my hands as I ate. My back ached no matter how straight I sat. She wore modern clothes, street clothes; sneakers, and denim. And though I ate and drank continuously I never grew full, and my hunger and thirst followed me out of the dream to the kid’s old ranch house.

Stage Fright: improv comedy @ The Green Room

A lot of babies look like pot-bellied pigs when they’re first born. -Ben Craig

I met Ed Adkins a week or so ago. He was in a gin-induced anti Tom Green rant, but seemed like a charming enough fellow. His wife, Heidi, was there too. Super nice people, and funny too!

Six degrees of Reno bacon

it’s pretty incestuous here… -Kyle Kozar

So yesterday I was chilling with the RBP drinkin’ PBR and chatting with Kyle, Noah, Mike, Reid, and the gang. The above quote came from me asking questions about how they came together, got hooked up with the people they’re hooked up with.

Hot dog, it’s a blog

This is what blogs are for.-M