My dad tells a story of riding the subway in NYC. Amidst the uncomfortable silence and blank stares, a grizzly old man steps into the car and proclaims: "ain't it good to be alive and goin' somewhere!"
Amen brotha.
I'm moving to Ketchum, Idaho in 2 weeks.
I've wrangled some employment at Gelena Lodge, a backcountry ski center 23 miles north of Ketchum. No lifts or groomers in sight. This place is for the free-healers. I'll be waxing skis, shoveling snow, and delivering supplies via snowshoe to the yurts. In my free time I will wrestle the Yeti.
This is most likely the end of my tenure in Charlottesville. I'll be moving off the North American continent in mid-2008. Details TBA.
Ian and I have been working towards a more self-sustaining Happy Rickshaw. We've had an awesome fall, and we want to keep this puppy running. We're promoting some drivers to management positions and nailing down long-term relationships with UVA and the C'ville community. It's super exciting. I feel like I've raised a baby wolf and it's time to set him loose in the wild.
Ian will be in the 'ville for another couple years with Darden, tracking the wolf with a radio collar and setting some kibbles on his porch once in awhile.
We intend to keep this blog rolling. This is NO LONGER A BIKE RACING BLOG. But it is our little corner of the web, where we'll tell stories, marvel at the world, and perpetuate self-deprecating humor.
If you've got this site bookmarked in your "cycling" folder, move that shit. If you've stumbled on this site looking for cycling stories, check out our archives, or click that little arrow in the top left corner of your screen.
We ain't racing pro these days, but we both love bikes as much as ever. It's a different kind of love, one might say.
Exhibit 1: I'm in Switzerland right now, visiting family. This afternoon I pedaled from my
dad's doorstep to the top of the Col de La Givrine. Then I stashed the bike and climbed up the summit of La Dole, overlooking Lake Geneva. Lovin' it.
Next week I'm headed home to pack up and turn some wrenches on the 1971 VW Beetle that I'll be driving to Idaho.
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