Vegas on 30 Bucks a Day (Baby)

So, it turns out Vegas is not completely without charm.  I actually had a really good time.  Generally speaking the days were way too full to get bored and any extra time I did have was spent people watching.  And there’s a lot to watch.  It amazes me to see the lengths people will go to for material sense gratification.  I stole that term from the hare krishnas, but I think we all get the point.  Not that I am immune by any stretch. 

Show wise I have nothing to compare it to, but it seemed quite busy and like we had a good response to the new stuff.

Cross Vegas was sweet and made me wish I brought my cross bike.  I probably could have made do on my road bike.  The course was a straight up cross course.  No single track and only one run up/barrier section.  I dig it.  Maybe next year.  Too bad Bart wasn’t there.  He was killing it the week before.  On that note, what’s up with Art wanting a piece of me.  I am the first to admit that I am not good at it, but you are making me want to improve just to smoke you.

Speaking of good, I think I probably had the best legs I’ve had all year before leaving last week.  Not that I’d win any “best legs” competition, but you know that feeling where it hurts, but you can keep doing it.  Yeah, that was me to the tenth degree.   I thought I’d suck by Thursday after being on my feet all week, but after getting up every day to spin my legs out pre-show and doing a long warm-up, I felt pretty good for the first two laps of the “World Crit Champs” Presented by Rock Racing and the Letter F.  Unfortunately, that was when my SRAM rings decided to bend and throw the chain.  I know I am powerful (or not), but these things suck.  I guess they are better for the Red group.  It’s my own damn fault for not replacing them the first time this happene, which was Sea Otter when the SRAM neutral guy helped me out by hammering the ring flat again.  Nice.   If you didn’t catch my drift, I was a bit dissapointed, but I got over it and watched another sweet event.  The Cuban Missile made it look easy after the Kelly team lead out for half and hour.  I’m pretty sure I was going to win.  Or not.  Hopefully, they’ll keep this deal going and I’ll have another crack at it.   Lots of crashes.

Being all caffeined up for nothing, I stayed out late (for an old man like me) that night and watched other people drink.  Actually had a real good time. 

That was a pretty quick recap.  Maybe I’ll add details later. 


That Didn’t Take Long…

I managed five minutes before discovering this:

(stolen from

Jeanson confesses to EPO use

Former Canadian cyclist Geneviève Jeanson has confessed to having doping. “I did doping in my career,” she said in an interview with Radio-Canada. Jeanson, 26, was found guilty in January of having used EPO and was banned for two years.

She said that the doping and cheating made her life a nightmare. “I hated everything,” she said. “I hated myself for doing it. I hated myself not being able to get out of it. It was miserable.”

Jeanson placed the blame on Andre Aubut, who became her coach when she was 15. He was the one who introduced her to EPO. “I didn’t really want to do it,” she continued. “However, I did not have the courage to say no, so I just didn’t say anything.” Aubut initially confirmed the story to the radio station, but later denied it, according to

After the suspension was announced, Jeanson continued to deny the charges. She now says, “It was not Geneviève that lied. It was someone else I did not know. It was something I was told to do and yes, I do regret it.”

She has moved to Phoenix, Arizona, and says she has no immediate plans to return to Canada.


The Week That Shall Be…

What’s on tap:

Taking the girls to the aeropuerto at 0 ugly early a.m. tommorrow.  Then, I will ride my bike and maybe mow the lawn, pack and what not.  It’ll be the first night I’ve spent alone in our house since Dec. 03, the month after we moved in.  Kelly was still working in Long Beach at the time.  She was a teacher and quit resigned at Xmas break.  Anyhoo, my girls are going back to the LBC, which makes me a bit jealous.  They may just get to see my sister and her family which makes me more jealous. 

Sunday, I’ll be hitting the road jack in the big truck with ChrisE for the bright lights of Vegas.  Let it be known, I’m  not what you call a huge fan of the Vegas.  I’ve probably driven through at least 25X and stopped once.  For Slurpees. 

Anyway, I’ll spend the week on my feet convincing people that our wheels are the best.  It is nice to sell something you believe in.  I would’ve have told you long before I worked here that our stuff was tops.  Bunch of company dinners and what-not, and I’ll try to make it out to ‘Cross Vegas to cheer on my man Sam.  Thursday night is the big ProCrit tm World Championships of the World Criterium Championships of the World Presented by ProCrit, after which I’ll party like a rock star.  A rock star that has been through rehab and doesn’t drink, smoke, gamble (ie- burn money), or go to strip clubs.  Yeah, Vegas is perfect for me.  One more day on my feet, and then we pack up the truck on Saturday.  I am hoping to avoid driving the truck home, so I can burn my way up to the Harvest Moon Crit that night.  Don’t know how the legs will be after that week and 7+ hours in the car, but after coming oh-so-close last year, I don’t want to miss it.  I think this is one of the best races we have in Utah, and yeah, I want to rock it like back in ’04.  Wow, that’s a long time ago.  I will definitely pack the State Chump jersey for this one, Ut Rider, but not for Vegas.  Thanks for the vote of confidence all the same.

Sunday I’m going to teach Kelly’s class at church.  Can you imagine? 

“You see kids there’s this passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. “The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you.”

Umm, yeah, anyway.  That means skipping the first cross race.  But, I will be out there soon enough.  The bike is ready and I’ve been practicing curb hopping on the roadie, which may come in handy in the upcoming crits as well! 

Anyway, this is a long post, but it could be the only one for awhile.  Or I could do another today and update daily from the road.  Stay tuned just in case.

Sneak Preview


This will probably be our Christmas card.  I know you’re all excited that I’m talking Christmas already.  Also, this was about when I first started feeling the rumbly bumblies on the Zion trip.  At least we got a photo in before I harfed.

That Did Not Go According to Plan…

The astute reader will recall that Haley had a very brief flu about a week ago.  With a week, Kelly and I thought we were probably safe to go ahead with our trip to Zion.  Unfortunately, it didn’t work out that way and after less than a day at camp, I went into full-on ill mode.  Kelly had to take down the campsite by herself with the kids scrambling all over while I writhed in agony with occasional vomit breaks.  Then, she got to drive home while I sat there in silence the whole way.  We got home around 10 at night, and by 1 she was harfing as well.  Not the way I hoped to spend my precious few vacation days!!

By Saturday, I was pretty good and she was beginning the recovery process so I took the girls out for a ride with Uncle Sleevie.  We found me dragging the rikshaw allowed him to ride at a pace that rested his knee, while I got a good work-out touring the farmlands south of the Prove.  Sleev-o’s big day is coming up and boy am I excited.  I think I am pretty girly when it comes to weddings and stuff.  Or at least, I like it an awful lot when good things happen to my friends.

Sunday was pretty chill. We went up to Cascade Springs, a natural spring that has viewing areas and a walkway around it.  Pretty serene and the girls loved looking at the fish, and waterfalls.  Watched USPro after that on Versus.  It was pretty decent coverage, although the only good shot of T-Bird was George Hincapie working him over.  Neil Shirley’s ride inspired me and I took the girls out for another ride.

In other news, I got into the World Crit Championships, so I guess I should try to get fast in a hurry or something.

Speaking of fast, big Sis was 3rd in her age group in her tri over the weekend.  Apparently, it was frustrating to her that folks were coasting downhills on their tri bikes while she pedalled furiously on her hybrid! 

Cameron won Lotoja, but master of master’s Mark had the best time.  Kirk was 2nd this year, so no more statues in Logan at least for this year.

I guess that’s it for the moment.

One Final Note…

Trying to get lots up here today so Sandy has something to do.

To all Lotoja-uns- have fun on your bike for 10 hours.  For those not in the know, Lotoja is a 216 mile race from Logan, UT to Jackson’s Hole, WY.  It’s this weekend.  It’s kind of a big deal for Utahans.  In Logan, they make a statue of you downtown if you win.  Seriously, just ask Kirk Eck.   They need to run it mass start though.  1000 rider field would be sweet.  It’s all about mayhem.  Anyway, like I said- have fun and don’t forget the bum cream, calories, and ibuprofen.  None of that is doping as long as you don’t overdo it- just like orange juice and epo.