I may be going to hell in a bucket; but at least I am harvesting the ride.
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Monday, June 28, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Monday, May 03, 2010
Friday, September 18, 2009
see you Saturday night
The .357 String Band is playing at 4620 in Bearden (by Blue Ridge Mtn Sports) Saturday night.
see you there.
see you there.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Terminaly Ale
The Terminal is the new brewhouse in Chattanooga, of which I had the pleasure of dining on my recent trip to the Scenic City. In a 100-year old building, built near the Chattanooga Choo-Choo, this place has character. I must complement both the chef and the brew-master, cheers to a great menu and the hop-bombs I downed were delicious. This should be a post ride-destination for the next trip Raccoon Mountain, as the location is easily accessible in downtown, off the interstate.
Do to a recent injury, I've been off the bike, except the Xtra-cycle, which doesn't seem to bother me. I've spent more time tossing disc in the woods. I played a great disc-golf course in Chattanooga; The Sinks.
Further, Sundown is back on the sceene, and the party at Erics last night was awesome. Arrested Development had a ball on stage, and they must have enjoyed the massive turnout. I know I did!
Erin brought Macie, and I pedaled up to downtown with Jeff.
Do to a recent injury, I've been off the bike, except the Xtra-cycle, which doesn't seem to bother me. I've spent more time tossing disc in the woods. I played a great disc-golf course in Chattanooga; The Sinks.
Further, Sundown is back on the sceene, and the party at Erics last night was awesome. Arrested Development had a ball on stage, and they must have enjoyed the massive turnout. I know I did!
Erin brought Macie, and I pedaled up to downtown with Jeff.
Saturday, November 08, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Never-Ending Math Equation
When you have a tail wind, just go. My PMBAR training plan is as simple as that.
I have laid out a few points to make sure I get the most.
• When the road splits, take the long way home.
• When the road turns to gravel, take the gravel road till you find trail.
• On the trail, ride till you hit the wall, then go further.
It’s a simple math equation; just go till it hurts, then go a bit further.
I have been out on the 'cross bike the last few days, and I feel an energy from the urban landscape that propels me. Feeling good on two wheels, I end up racing cars, jumping curbs, pumping grade reversals and thrilling out!
Monday night I took off from the house, where I always leave the neighborhood heading down a hill, and gain speed fast. I popped out into the evening commute and started weaving my way to the greenway through the gradual downhill into the heart of west Knoxville. Crossed Kingston pike, never stopping and onto the bike trail, I hoofed it along Sutherland Avenue and into the Third Creek greenway at about 35 miles per hour! I was flying through the twisty section, or so it seemed at an accelerated rate, making it to Cherokee Boulevard in a matter of moments. Back onto the road, I was racing cars through the hills and winning the battles! Until I dropped along the shore, I didn't realize the propellant heading east was a strong tail wind!
Heading back home into the headwind was true PMBAR training!
Tuesday night, I'm in Johnson City, TN.
Now I get the question while traveling for work, "What’s up with the bike?"
I respond “It’s my escape-vehicle if my car breaks down." So I drove that car till' it ended up on blocks!
After checking into the hotel, I quickly don the biking attire. Its winter so I'm in jacket and long pants. I forgot a head warmer, but I've got two head bands to help battle the strong wings and 35 degree temps. Claiming "it’s not that cold," which it wasn't, I head out into the great unknown.
The beautiful sunset unfolded slowly before me as I aimed for the mountains. Buffalo Mountain to be exact. Following the greenway, out of the chain of chain-restaurants and big-box-stores, I headed directly for, what appeared to be a big mountain, straight ahead. Figuring its perfect for PMBAR training, I stayed the course.
I ended up at ETSU campus and the base of Buffalo Mountain. So I poked around campus for a bit, and found a paved bike trail that led me downhill and into a jump. So I clicked it into the big ring, the Big, Big ring. Straight flying. I over shot the jump by like forever, and flew off the side of the next road and straight into the steep embankment. Somehow I pulled it out, by unweighting my rear wheel and pulling up, avoiding certain tradgedy.
Undeterred, I kept heading into the mountains, finding a dead end road, through the campus. Sure enough I found the golden single-track off this road. Like I was born to find this hidden trail. I couldn't believe my discovery. I usually ride Warroirs Path when in Johnson City, but its amazing that great singletrack was hidden just 7 miles from the hotel, and connected by greenway. So I enjoyed a great spin around very fun trails.
While I was riding the local trails and goofing around town, there were a few folks hitting it hard in Pisgah. Toeing the line on a 36 hour bike ride in Februardy raises the bar for hitting it hard.
Here's a great ride up : Biking in a Zen Manner
I have laid out a few points to make sure I get the most.
• When the road splits, take the long way home.
• When the road turns to gravel, take the gravel road till you find trail.
• On the trail, ride till you hit the wall, then go further.
It’s a simple math equation; just go till it hurts, then go a bit further.
I have been out on the 'cross bike the last few days, and I feel an energy from the urban landscape that propels me. Feeling good on two wheels, I end up racing cars, jumping curbs, pumping grade reversals and thrilling out!
Monday night I took off from the house, where I always leave the neighborhood heading down a hill, and gain speed fast. I popped out into the evening commute and started weaving my way to the greenway through the gradual downhill into the heart of west Knoxville. Crossed Kingston pike, never stopping and onto the bike trail, I hoofed it along Sutherland Avenue and into the Third Creek greenway at about 35 miles per hour! I was flying through the twisty section, or so it seemed at an accelerated rate, making it to Cherokee Boulevard in a matter of moments. Back onto the road, I was racing cars through the hills and winning the battles! Until I dropped along the shore, I didn't realize the propellant heading east was a strong tail wind!
Heading back home into the headwind was true PMBAR training!
Tuesday night, I'm in Johnson City, TN.
Now I get the question while traveling for work, "What’s up with the bike?"
I respond “It’s my escape-vehicle if my car breaks down." So I drove that car till' it ended up on blocks!
After checking into the hotel, I quickly don the biking attire. Its winter so I'm in jacket and long pants. I forgot a head warmer, but I've got two head bands to help battle the strong wings and 35 degree temps. Claiming "it’s not that cold," which it wasn't, I head out into the great unknown.
The beautiful sunset unfolded slowly before me as I aimed for the mountains. Buffalo Mountain to be exact. Following the greenway, out of the chain of chain-restaurants and big-box-stores, I headed directly for, what appeared to be a big mountain, straight ahead. Figuring its perfect for PMBAR training, I stayed the course.
I ended up at ETSU campus and the base of Buffalo Mountain. So I poked around campus for a bit, and found a paved bike trail that led me downhill and into a jump. So I clicked it into the big ring, the Big, Big ring. Straight flying. I over shot the jump by like forever, and flew off the side of the next road and straight into the steep embankment. Somehow I pulled it out, by unweighting my rear wheel and pulling up, avoiding certain tradgedy.
Undeterred, I kept heading into the mountains, finding a dead end road, through the campus. Sure enough I found the golden single-track off this road. Like I was born to find this hidden trail. I couldn't believe my discovery. I usually ride Warroirs Path when in Johnson City, but its amazing that great singletrack was hidden just 7 miles from the hotel, and connected by greenway. So I enjoyed a great spin around very fun trails.
While I was riding the local trails and goofing around town, there were a few folks hitting it hard in Pisgah. Toeing the line on a 36 hour bike ride in Februardy raises the bar for hitting it hard.
Here's a great ride up : Biking in a Zen Manner
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Can't put the rain back in the sky.
It's a well known fact that every snow-flake is unique. No two days on the mountain are the same, every day brings a new condition to the snow. A not so well known fact is that every day brings a new condition to the dirt in the south.
I made a few trips to IC King over the weekend for some good dirt conditions, before the rain came. It was a loamy dirt that broke in the corners; and when I nailed the apex just right, the tires would break away and drift just enough to set you up for the perfect turn. It was a true dancing on the pedals moment! ha ha ha
I've been made fun of for my over dramatic descriptions of bike riding. But hey, I'm just chasing the mojo dragon. When its on, its on!
Photo from the clouds of Point Park on Look Out Mountain,
Chattanooga, TN.
Erin and I drove down to the Scenic City for the day.
Ate lunch and hung out in the rain!
I made a few trips to IC King over the weekend for some good dirt conditions, before the rain came. It was a loamy dirt that broke in the corners; and when I nailed the apex just right, the tires would break away and drift just enough to set you up for the perfect turn. It was a true dancing on the pedals moment! ha ha ha
I've been made fun of for my over dramatic descriptions of bike riding. But hey, I'm just chasing the mojo dragon. When its on, its on!
Photo from the clouds of Point Park on Look Out Mountain,
Chattanooga, TN.
Erin and I drove down to the Scenic City for the day.
Ate lunch and hung out in the rain!
Saturday, October 27, 2007
If a $4 Punk Show Can Change The World; a $35 Bluegrass Show will Cover it with Gas and Set it on Fire.
Old Crow Meicine Show at the Tennessee Theater.
Time to go race.
The Anti-Shawn jersey will be unveiled before the start of the 12 Hours of Hill of Truth.
Time to go race.
The Anti-Shawn jersey will be unveiled before the start of the 12 Hours of Hill of Truth.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Friday, August 31, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
Knoxville Music
i have been enjoying Knoxville music lately. This photo struck me.
Image taken from Busternut
Image taken from Busternut
Friday, April 13, 2007
Sundown in the City
It was the first of the Sundown in the city, concert series. We had a good group that headed down to Eric's place via bicycle. Duey and Nicole, Jon and Alex, Shawn and Mattie, and guess it ended up being me and Jay. Erin sat this one out to prep for our trip to Nashville this weekend. Eric lives on Market Square, the view from his living room looks out over the crowd and stage below. We had a blast. There was a keg of Downtown Brewery Ale. Antibalas and Low Stars opened for Edwin McCain. Antibalas was the highlight for me, their horn section was awesome.
The ride home was an adventure:
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