I got a nice road hill ride in, and gonna go back out and hit the drives ride some tonight. Gonna reach in the fridge for one of the best tasting biking drinks in the world.... join me... get up out of you cube,... or off the couch and toast with me. 
cheers, dlowe 20
Jason's a sound Man, in a lot of different sense's. By trade he mics people up and floats a mic over them, at the end of a boom, pointed down at their mouth, with a small direct cone of induction. Listening intently for unintentional, distracting background noise. No room is silent, hums, buzzes, slams, and bad mufflers rule the airwaves. He tells great stories, and his mind has a need for music. He listens at home, at a special station, through headphones to the multiple layers of different length waves that stimulate the hairs in his ears. Whats he have to do with cyclocross? Nothing. Nothing at all. He has something, something most won't find, a true love, that moves his soul.
Today at work I listened to the stories of people, workers from the casinos. Trying to organize, trying to get a contract. They make from $4-$9 an hour, plus your tips. They don't want their kids to work in the casinos and its getting to the point where they can't/won't be able to send them to college. Funny how some of them had come to this country to better their families/lives, and now their concerns are just surviving again. Always Tip Well. 
I was indoors all day, and I missed most of the sun. The color of the light this time of year makes me nervous. 
Tension, and an unsettled stimulation. Poking me, prodding me, soon, soon... new... ????? 
there is no danger, the trail just cuts down the side of the hill. I did take a good spill jumping a tree a landing my rear tire on a root and kickin my ass on to the ground. I brushed off myself and then I brushed off some of the gravestones, I don't believe in spirits or ghost, but something does seem to be here. and as I rode off, it seemed to say "go ride, have a beer, be an ass... ect..." somehow I think the dead have decided to become, gone. 
out the cut under access road, along the river, a brief stop at memorial hall, up the cobbles, around the old reservoir, and back into the wiss. got a good three hours in, not on the trainer. 
Its going to be a nice day for riding here in Philly. Out to hill in Valley Forge to ride. Cheers, dlowe. 24
a glimpse into the set
yep that bloke, that's me, keyed in and eating cookies from craft service.
cheers, dlowe. 25
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Caesars Head is one of the lumps over in the distance.
I've moved on from Hand photos, and on to the study of the head, its early on in its making but here are 2 photos so you can get an idea of where I'm going with it. 
Tomorrow we drive home, camps over, I miss home. Its was a good,... a very good trip. I look forward to coming back next spring. cheers, dlowe 27
the hotel in "the hell hole" Union City, GA.
some good book thumping PBRs
repin' it up Chad and dlowe
dlowe spinning the "pins"
chad works on game face
chad racing the pro/am crit. looks like he is giving his pins a break
The sap is running. Got some racing in my legs. Again La Columbe fills the room with a magnificent roasted bean cloud. I feel ready to ride. I think Chads got an 80 miler out over Paris mt. to do today. To the lobby for some free grub. Fill the water bottles. Pedal the bike. 
