Stupidity Glare

Today was my last day for BtWW. I thought I had gotten through the week with only seeing a little stupidity, but today I saw two more incidents. I am still shaking my head.

The first was a little red car on Broughton right before Wharf. At first all I saw was garbage truck backing up, but that turned out to be to let oncoming traffic by since the red car was stopped. As I approached, the red car started backing up, evee though there were no reversing lights on the car. I stopped in the middle of the lane, ad car length back. I couldn’t see what the driver was doing, because of glare on the rear window, but I did see an arm flying about. This chick was wacked. She would back up a few feet, stop, then wave her arm about. I finally figureed out that she had missed her turn, and was trying to back up the road to get to it. By this point there were other cars behind me. Despite thinking otherwise I got on my bike, and rode around this crazy woman. As I was passing she was rolling down her window. Not sure what she was trying to accomplish. I think she missed the turn into a parking garage. My strongest advice to her would be to fix her reverse lights, and next time go around the block. It would have taken less time.

Not two blocks away was incident 2. I was riding along Wharf at a pretty good clip, with no traffic around me. As I got close to the cross walk at the foot of Yates a pedestrian approached. Before I knew it, dippy stepped off the curb and crossed right in front of me. Dippy never looked left before crossing the street! Dumbass. I was in a high gear, and never got to gear down before stopping for this guy. Taking off was difficult.

Two clueless people withing a couple blocks within a few minutes.

Curb Maneuver

With Bike to Work Week upon us again, there are a lot more cyclists out riding the streets. I am participating in BtWW, like I have in previous years. Most of the time riding the roads is fine, but every once in a while you run into someone who just doesn’t get it.

Today was that day.

I was riding home from work along Esquimalt road. As the light at Head turned red, I stopped in the right hand lane, about a metre from the curb (as is suggested by the BtWW pamphlet).

From the left hand lane a minivan starts creeping right, and ends up diagonal across my lane. I look at the driver (male around late 20’s I would guess), who looks back at me. The passenger is looking at me like I am an idiot. I watch incedulously as said futtbuck motors around the corner, then honks at me. Apparently he wanted me closer to the curb so he could get by. Lameass.

Why do people do crap like this? I hope it isn’t to save time since he would have only saved 30 seconds or so. People tend not to do stupid actions like this when there is a motorbike in the same situation, so why do it to a cyclist? Use your head and think a little.

Then, while I was waiting for the light at Esquimalt and Lampson I can see that in the cross traffic someone was turning left. The traffic behind them was changing lanes into the right turn only lane, and proceeding through the intersection. One guy in the opposing traffic almost got smacked because he turned left also, but someone had done the deak maneuver, so both cars honked at each other.

Morons.

Ulti Jumped

powered through the day

Had a great day. Rode to work: 4.5 km’s. Worked all day, then rode home (another 4.5 km’s).

Packed my stuff and headed back out the door. Back on the bike I rode over to the fields: 7.5 km’s.

I played Ulti, and had a great game. I felt strong throughout the game, and only felt out of breath once. The problem with our team is that we have too many people. There are just too many subs, so I don’t get to play as much as I would like to. Our team won the game which was the icing on the cake.

After the game I jumped back on the bike and rode home: another 7.5 km’s

Fun fun. After a quick bite to eat, and a shower, I am off to bed.

Folding Wrestlers

After leaving the bike race early I met up with Jim. We were heading over to catch the WWE wrestling show. Yeah baby! Jims friend snagged us 6th row floor seats.

We found Jims friends in line, and were heading in when I got stopped. The guy wanted to see what I had in my bag, so I opened it. He took one look at my camera and said “You can’t bring that in here.”

My heart sank. I asked why. “Because we consider that a professional camera.”

I was too chicken shit to try sneaking it through another line, so I ran back to the truck, and hid it there.

Getting back in line I was steamed. Everyone else was already inside when I was stopped, so I just had to wait. Grrr. :grr:

When I finally got it, Jim met me, and we headed down to our seat. Woah. Great seats. We were about 30 feet from the ring. Other woah. The ring looked a lot smaller in real life than it does on TV.

The show started right at 3pm. I must admit I wasn’t sure what the show would entail. Seeing it on TV is one thing, but seeing it live, surrounded by lots of screaming fans is something else. And screaming fans there were lots of. The best dressed award goes to the guy dressed as the Ultimate Warrior (albeit with much smaller muscles). Hilarious.

Another highlight went to the seating arrangements. The floor seats were nothing but small folding chairs zip-tied together. I am not a big guy, and most of the guys in our group weren’t either, but each of us was sitting hip to hip with one another. We watched a large woman occupying two seats two rows in front of us. Trouble soon found her as another large woman was supposed to occupy the seat beside her. Not very comfortable for anyone.

To really piss me off, some guy a couple rows ahead of us had a very similar camera to mine. His even had a battery grip, and a longish lens too. More grr.

Anyway, the show was a lot of fun. The first match wasn’t all that great, but then they had a Divas match. Surprisingly this turned out to be quite entertaining. The moves that the ladies were throwing were quite spectacular. Remember how I said that the ring looked smaller in real life? Well, the womens breasts looked a lot larger in real life.

Then some of the guy wrestlers came out. Holy crap! Huge is an understatement when it comes to describing the muscles on the wrestlers.

Some of the wrestlers we saw

It was pretty cool to see live some of the moves done on TV. The body slams, the throws, the DDT’s, etc. Didn’t get to see Triple H throw down a pedigree though.

In the Shelton vs Christian match, Shelton was the good guy, and Christian (canadian) the heel. The crowd threw the whole match off by cheering for the wrong person, and by heckling Shelton. It was quite funny to watch how the wrestlers handled it, and played up the crowd.

The topper on the whole spectacle was just after Triple H and Batista finished their match (Batista won), some guy from the crowd jumped the rail, and jumped into the ring. As he was jumping for joy with arms raised, the ref got a running start and tackled the guy from behind. ouch! It looked like it would have hurt a lot. The ref shoved the guy out of the ring, and he was pounced on by security. A couple police officers were right there too, and so was Triple H. Triple H was trying hard to get a piece of the crasher, but security managed to keep him away.

In all it was over 3.5 hours of entertainment. Pretty reasonable for $55. Plus, as a bonus, we got to see some of the finest rednecks available in the Victoria area!

Sizeable Work

the pain of racing

Yesterday was an eventful day. After lazing a bit in the morning, I headed out to do the grocery shopping for the week. Once that was complete, and after a little house tidying, I was off to watch the Bastion Square Grand Prix. The men started at 1, but I never got downtown until 1:30 or so.

When I arrived it was obvious that one guy had broken away from the pack, and was holding a sizeable lead. Slowly the main pack closed in on him, and caught him. There was one team that was pretty sizeable too. I think there was at least 6 riders, if not 7 on that team. I ran into Duncan and Todd, and talked with them for a bit. Todd mentioned that if I had the right pass, he could have taken me out. Before I knew it, Todd had to go work at one point, so I tried to get a few action shots of him.

Pics are here.

Beating Switchbacks

having a good dumper

Having espoused how much I like the warm weather, I must admit that riding in really warm weather isn’t always a great time. The ground is really dry, so traction is an issue, and sweating buckets isn’t a lot of fun. However, nothing can beat the views on a clear blue sky kind of day.

having a good dumper

Yesterday Sean and I (and my two bike buddies) tackled the dump. We wanted to get a jump on the days heat, so we started the ride around 9. Good time. There was hardly anyone parked in the lot when we got there, and the temp was just about perfect. Stoping before the bottom entrance to Skull there was a nice gentle breeze flowing along the fireroad that cooled us down. The warm sun beating down on us, and a cool breeze to even things out. Hand me a beer, fire up the barbeque, set out the lawn chairs, and I would have been in heaven.

having a good dumper

Instead we kept going and I had a great ride. I am feeling pretty good on the bike these days. It feels like my training is paying off. I feel strong and fast on the climbs, my balance is the best it has ever been (I think), and I am generally just having a lot of fun each and every time I get out on the trails. Sean was having a good ride too (as is evidenced by him riding C-Section in the pic).

having a good dumper

Up the switchbacks we went, still not knowing what our end destination was going to be.

having a good dumper

Such a gorgeous day.

having a good dumper

having a good dumper

We played on the log ride at the top of the switchbacks, and I got a couple shots of Sean riding it.

having a good dumper

We chose to hit Snakes and Ladders. It is always a fun rip. Also, because it was warm, neither of us was wearing arm armour, so Snakes was a way to keep ourselves safe. We both knew htat if we took a more advanced trail that we woul be tempted to ride something big. Crashing without arm protection sucks. I have done it a few times, and it just hurts. The trip down Snakes was good. Every time I hit that trail now I think back to the DH race that was on that trail. That race was so much fun, and I always have good memories of what happened on my race run. Yesterdays ride was no exception.

At the end of the ride, and after loading the truck I did my post warm ride ritual of hosing down my head. It feels so good to get the sweat off my face, and the cooling action as the water drips in heavenly. Another great west coast ride.

Oppressively Brisk

it's a hot one out there

The last few days Victoria has been in the midst of a heat wave. I have been eharing a lot of complaining about how oppressive it is, and how unbearable the heat has been. I don’t get it though. The high for the past few days has hovered around 26-28 (Celcius of course). I have been thoroughly enjoying it. I think part of it for me is that I haven’t found it too hot at work. That makes a big difference. The building I work in doesn’t really have any useful air conditioning. In the middle of summer it can get oppressively hot in there. Makes working very difficult some days. So far though, it has only been warm in the office. Something that I can handle.

I have also noiced how quickly a heat wave can affect the environment. When I cut the grass on Wednesday, it was still lush and green. Two days of 28 degree weather, and it has mostly turned brown. I don’t mind the brown grass since I wont have to cut it as often, but I was sure surprised at how quickly it changed.

The heat certainly affects out pets though. Both Yoshi and Aphro feel the heat. Yoshi spends most of his time flaked out on his side relaxing, boviously not as energetic as normal. Aphro spends a lot of time sleeping too, but we have noticed that when it is hot out, she tends to sleep inside her cat tree. This thing she sleeps in is a little cat house on the top of her perch. I can’t imagine how that would be cooler than sleeping on the floor, or under the bed. She seems to think so.

Of course with increased warmth comes increased outdoor activity. The last few days I have notcied a dramatic increase in the mosquito population. Thursday I went for a walk with Coreman and OTP out at Island View beach. The mosquitos there were horrible. Even as we were walking at a brisk pace, the mosquitos would land one me and bite. Aaargh. I hate mosquito bites. Also, since it has been warm, Sox and I have been having some of the windows open in the evening to cool down the house. The little buggers fly in the open windows (which do not have screens, something that a house we buy will definitly have, or soon have). I hate the noise of themflying around my head as I am trying to sleep. As soon as I hear it I cringe. Everytime I feel a little tickle on me I have to scratch it in case it is a mosquito. Friday night I could take it any more. It was 1 am, and I had to turn the lights on, hunt down the mosquito and kill it before I could fall asleep properly.

Small price to pay for such glorious weather though.

Collective Eyes

zipping around all over the place

Tuesday myself, Sue, kaptaink, JJ, and Jim all headed over to Vancouver to go see Collective Soul play at the Commodore. The road trip started when we took the 3pm ferry over to Vancouver, dropped our stuff off in Tsawassen, and had dinner with the kaptains parents who were house sitting.

The doors opened at 8, and we planned to get downtown just after 8. When we got there, we were greeted with a huge lineup that was at least a block and a half long.

Once we finally got in the doors I was pretty impressed with the club. It has a huge dancefloor, lots of seating, and a few different bars to get drinks from.

The opening band was the Waking Eyes. In a word, they were awesome. They blew me away. Opening their set I was prepared for a mediocre band. As they tore into their first song, the lead singer was barely audible. I looked over at their guitar tech who was gutting himself laughing. A few seconds later he ran out and started picking at the mics. Apparently someone from Collective Soul had placed condoms over all the microphones as a prank for the Waking Eyes’ last gig of their tour. The lead singer quipped up that that was the first time he had ever had tasted a condom. He also swore that he would get them back.

Musically the Waking Eyes were excellent. Their songs were great, and their on stage presence was very strong. They were putting out a lot of energy. This was especially evident during Taking the Hard Way. The lead singer was jumping around, and every time he shook his head the sweat created a mist that surrounded him.

At the end of their set, they were greeted by the Collective Soul bassist and drummer who had a tray of shooters for them all. Very nice.

There was the prerequisite break between the bands. I hate waiting around like that.

Collective Soul took the stage and the crowd went nuts. Now I don’t know their song names very well, but I do enjoy their music. Their set was very good, but I couldn’t get over the lead singer. He was rather exuberant on the stage, and it was just weird. A lot of his hand motions, mic stand playing, posing, and jumping seemed very forced and unnatural. As this review stated, it was creepy. Once he got a guitar strapped around him, everything was good though.

They did a mini acoustic set that was pretty awesome too. He played Satellite solo acoustically and it was an excellent rendition. I kept hoping they would play Under Heaven’s Sky acoustically, but it was not to be. After they brought out the electric guitars again, they then payed the song I was waiting for. It was good, but I think it would have been better acoustic.

I was pretty happy, when they started playing Gel, one my favourite Collective Soul songs. That was when the drummer from the Waking Eyes made his appearance. He was clad only in his boxers that had been fashioned into a g string. Nice image. On his chest was the word Gel, and on his butt cheeks were CS. Very nice. The band continued to play, but the drummer went around dancing and strutting around the stage. Soon he began humping the legs of the Collective Soul band members. CS was cracking up, having a great time.

When they left the stage, the crowd erupted. It was pandemonium. The lead singer Ed Roland had promised we would be there a long time, and he was definitely right on that account. When they came back they picked up where they left off. During one song the entire Waking Eyes band came back on stage with another tray of shooters.

After their drinks Ed started noodling around playing a riff from AC/DC. The crowd liked it, so, on a whim, the band started playing Highway to Hell. The Waking Eyes, came out on stage and sang back up. It just seemed like a lot of fun. Everyone up there looked like they were having a great time.

When the show was finally over I picked up the Waking Eyes CD on my way out the door. It was late, and we had a long drive back to Tsawassen. Having been on my feet for over 5 hours was not treating my back right, and it was letting me know.

Good concert, great time.

Arriving Stories

Well, Ultimate yesterday was a bust. I had to drop off a movie (Mara Full of Grace), then head over to Ulti. I had already decided to ride, and since I rode the day before, I knew it would take me a little longer than normal.

Hopping on the bike a few minutes late was not a good idea. I pushed it to get over to Thrifty’s to drop off the flick at the movie store nearby. Then from there I zipped up to Lansdowne.

It seemed that every road either had a head wind, or a very bad cross wind. This made for a difficult ride.

Arriving at the field I was quite surprised at the lack of Frisbee’s. I was the only one there. I had overheard at the last game that there definitely was going to be a pick up game, and I was really looking forward to playing. Big disappointment to not see anyone there.

Later that afternoon Sue and I headed over to the house of some friends of ours to show each other pictures. They wanted to see some wedding pics, and we wanted to see their trip pictures.

After that it was off to Jims BBQ. At 5:30 we realized that it actualy started at 3. Oops. We jumped onto our bikes and joined the party. Another good time. It was fun to catch up with folks we hadn’t seen/talked to in a long time. It was also good to meet some new people, and share stories.

Yesterday was certainly a busy day.

Sinned Spinning

something looks out of place here

Forgive me mountain bikes for I have sinned. And I have sinned good. Today I went for a road ride with Todd and Duncan (and a couple of Duncan’s training partners). It was good, it was fun, and it was a great workout. I have never ridden my road bike that far before.

We had planned to ride the New Balance Half Iron Triathlon road coarse. After looking at the map I wondered what I had signed myself up for. Then I learned that the Half Iron did 3 laps. If I did one lap I would cover around 42 km, 2 laps gets you 67 kms, and the full 3 laps is 92 kms. Woah. More than I was expecting. I decided I would try for 2 laps, and see how I feel after that.

We met up at 8am at Hamsterly Beach near Elk Lake. Hitting the road I was a little nervous. It was a little chilly out, and I wasn’t sure on the entire route we were taking. This ride was supposed to be a relatively slow pace for the group. I just hoped I wouldn’t get droped too quickly.

It turned out I didn’t get dropped at all. I felt pretty good the entire ride despite my legs feeling very tight. They never really loosened up and maybe the weather played a part in that.

At one point I was starting to feel some pressure building, and I knew I would have to pull off the side and relieve myself. The next thing I knew Duncan was doing the same thing. Phew. The other three continued on then Duncan and I played catch-up.

The ride itself wasn’t too strenous. There weren’t any heinous climbs, and even if there were, I wasn’t worried about my climbing, I was more worried about my endurance. I was also worried about how my butt would hold up spending so much time on the saddle.

While coming up on the lap point I took stock of how I felt. I started to debate if I would do a second lap, then someone spoke up and said I was doing a second one. Ok, problem solved. I continued on.

On the second lap I was out front of our group, and I heard a strange noise behind us. I turned to see what it was, but others were in the way. Then I heard rider down. Uh oh. I slowed, looked for traffic, then turned around. Todd had a little spill, and was just picking himself up. His tires had dipped off the side of the road onto the gravel shoulder, and as he tried to get back on the pavement, his tires slipped, and down he went. He wasn’t too scraped up but he had a flat front tire.

I agreed to stay and ride with Todd while the other three continued their ride. After replacing the tube, we hit the road again. After that there was just a lot of spinning.

Once we got to the lap point I bid farewell to Todd (since he was planning on 4 laps), and I headed back to the truck.

According to my bike computer, in all I rode 68 kms, over a span of 2 hours and 47 minutes (average speed of 24.4 km/h). The max speed was 61 km/h (and I remember the hill it happened on too). In many ways riding a road bike is more scary than a mountain bike. Going 60 km/h on pavement, and not really being able to hit the brakes if something goes wrong is very scary.

Fun way to spend the morning, but I have been drinking water and eating the rest of the day!