I put around 130 miles on the new bike over the first eight days of ownership. Not too bad, really. We're making a push to up our mileage a bunch over the next three weeks before the MS150: Ozarks Ride. I've been riding to work, errands, etc. and trying to get as many long rides in a possible.
Monday, August 18, 2014
Monday, August 11, 2014
Friday, August 8, 2014
I went with the steel-framed Masi CX cyclocross bike over a lighter road bike for a few reasons. I want to do some light weekend touring and bikepacking with it when the weather starts to cool. I've read nothing but great things about this bike for its price point and I'm hoping to maybe even do a longer trip on the Katy Trail sometime next spring. Aside from the steel frame, some other differences are the ability to mount fenders and pannier sets to it easily. That'll help when it comes time to take it some distance.
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Monday, August 4, 2014
Sunday, up about 4:45am and got my gear ready and my butt in gear. 6am, I met John S. at Willard High School for a repeat ride of the 30-mile Willard, Walnut Grove and Ash Grove triangle loop. It was a beautiful morning, starting off almost chilly and warming to a light sweat by the time we rolled back into Willard, Missouri. We maybe saw a handful of cars the whole ride. It was great.
We did see a box turtle, about a dozen deer, a fox, two pileated woodpeckers, a raccoon, tons of rabbits and squirrels, a blue heron, a few largish hawks, some redwing blackbirds, scissor tailed flycatchers and a lot of other songbirds I couldn't identify. We were also greeted by the braying of donkeys and the crowing of roosters as the sun topped the hillside.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
This is me putting a spiny lobster on my cousin Tim's head. My brother Scott in the background. He punched a kid on the last day of school and got a boxers fracture, which kept him out of the water much of the summer. Shortly after he got the cast off, he punched me and rebroke it. Having to spend another six weeks in a cast. Nothing ruins a dive trip filled summer like a bad temper.
This is my cousin Tim, his grandfather Alan (in the longjohn wetsuit, he was always more for utility than aesthetics), dad and what could be my uncle Ric (Tim's dad). The glasses and hat throw me a bit. Alan, in the long underwear, always made his dive equipment out of old military surplus items - tanks from fire extinguishers, a BC from a pilot's life vest, wetsuit from longjohns, etc. It was his stilt house on Summerland Key airstrip that we went to every summer.
We did a lot of fishing back then. Here are a couple of barracuda, some nurse shark and various other fish.
Another good haul of spiny lobster.
Me and cousin Meredith bury Tim in the sand at Bahia Honda State Park, Bahia Honda Key. We would walk the beach here with flip-flops on, stepping on and popping the Portuguese man-of-war jellyfish that had washed ashore.
This one is from Cayo Costa, a barrier island outside of Ft. Myers and Cape Coral, where we lived. It's just north of Upper Captiva, Captiva and Sanibel islands. We'd frequently take day trips out to Cayo Costa for picnics and playing in the water.
Ft. Myers Beach Pier, me and some brown pelicans. They are very tame and really, you're on their pier when you visit. I walked this pier hundreds of times over my childhood and teenage years. I've fished from it, swam under it and skimboarded under it. I've surfed under it and dove off of it. The area leading up to the pier has been modernized and changed greatly since I moved away in 1994, but the pier is still the same.
Dad's old 21' Auqasport center console fishing boat. This thing saw some action. We took it all over the place, from Pine Island Sound to the Middle Keys. We took it 40 miles offshore in the Atlantic and across Lake Okeechobee for crappie. We got caught in squalls with eight foot seas and we spear-fished, dove for lobster, deep sea fished and ran across grassbeds for speckle trout, fished mangroves for redfish and snook, fished reefs for grouper and barracuda and up the Caloosahatchee River for bull shark and black tips. I wish I had a boat like this now.