SpRaY pAiNt CaN bE sO mUcH fUn!

So I'm outta the Air Force now. I'm indifferent on how I feel about that, but it is what it is. Since I've been home, in my spare time I've been redesigning the Cannondale. It's got a cracked frame so if my experiments had turned out poorly, it wouldn't matter too much. Here is the finished product, just minus the chain and derailleurs (?) Plus a pic of what it once was when first bought. Notice the Crimson Ghost replacing the Cannondale logo. Eric, you're probably the only one who knows what it is, but that doesn't matter.

The Old Bike Above...Then The New below

Cycling

A disaster in the professional sport world. The biggest event of the sport has been corroded by cheaters. Now, as Rassmussen is kicked out of the race along with what seems to be another rider a day, I wonder how this sport can recover. Americans saw potential for this sport to grow in the states, but seeing how we react to Barry Bonds and other pros who decide to cheat....cycling has absolutley no chance of growing here. In my opinion the amount of athletes busted is unprecedented. The only way the sport may grow in America is if we are too oblivious to the happenings in other countries, which generally is the case.
A word to the Cycling community...if you want your sport to survive and offer the potential for the best to make a living....legalize the act of doping, its not going away. After reading a bit, what I understand is the only way to detect a doper is to find blood cells of someone else inside of you. If I were a pro and wanted to dope, I think it would be a simple solution to just use my own blood and never get caught. Nothing is going to change; after all the heat brought down on riders before this tour, the same thing is still happening. Either quit doping or be smart enough to use your own blood. Either way, don't degrade the sport which keeps the money in your wallet, it's just pure stupidity.

After seeing Transformers...I wanted to join the Air Force...then I realized I already had. I wondered where all the propaghanda commercials for the AF went...then I saw the movie.
My only question is ...WHEN DO I GET TO FIGHT ROBOTS!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!? "Bring the Rain"...unfortunatley, the AC-130 Gunship was a Spectre, not a Spooky ...but, close enough. (By the way...several of the aircraft used in the filming of that movie are parked right here on our airfield...kinda cool, eh?) (And we don't fly missions during the day...and Megan Fox...WOW!! In Ancient lingo a very fiting last name)

A Day in the Water

Today was a blast. After work (I get off in the early hours of the morning), I went water skiing, boating, etc. About 7 people from my shop hit the water in two boats, two fast boats. First we went water skiing in the sound while the water wasn't too chopped up (same place I went kayaking w/ the parentals). I had no problem on two skis despite only having done it once before a LONG time ago. My first fall though didn't give much prospect to future children but I recovered. I felt it good, was able to get outta the wake, go side to side, all that jazz.

The second time I got out, after I fell, I was told I couldn't do two skis anymore and had to graduate to one. I was apprehensive at first but I gave it a try. The first time I got up, but wankered out due to the instability of the ski. I felt it though and the second time I was up til I let go. I gotta say it was a world of difference between 2 skis and one, I'll never use two again.

I might not be able to ski on snow here but on the water, especially on a single ski is very similar to ripping down a powder bowl....the water will suffice for now.

After skiing, our two boats raced to a place called crab island. Blasting through the oceans open water is a thrill, I never knew how much boats could fly. It was a rush. Crab Island is a place where people w/ boats go, anchor and just hang out. The water is about 2-4 ft deep and a couple hundred boats will all be achored there. While there we found plenty of sand dollars, tube worms, hermit crabs...and lil mini crabs who had a fetish for pinching me. They were to small to hurt, but they seemed to only go for me. I don't know why.

Anywhos, it was fun today...I cant wait to get back on the water skis...hopefully we can arrange something over the reunion...??? --here are a few pics

300...THIS IS SPARTA!!!!!

Ok, so I watched a particular movie today, we'll leave it unnamed for ...copyright, legal...etc issues. But it happened to be about ...lets say, 300 spartans battling to the death against the Iranian regime (PERSIANS) Unfortunatley, I never saw this movie in the theatre, buts its not on DVD yet, so I guess I got the 2nd best thing. Anywhos, I was amazed. For many reasons, not just the movie. First lets start on how I was able to see the movie when its not in theatres and not released on DVD yet.
Lets just say that a certain branch of the military felt a need to rid a few bad guys of their lives in a certain part of the world and some unamed aircraft were sent to take care of business and some anonymous people were sent along to assist in maintaining these anonymous aircraft and while in this unmentioned country certain unnamed movies were available for a relatively inexpensive cost and these unnamed people felt justified in purchasing this mysterious merchandise...and long story short, through the deaths of "bad men" I was enabled the oppurtunity..for...well, this blog I guess.
The movie was about 300 Spartans basically devastating every Iranian (Persian) soldier who came there way. For once Hollywood...you rock! One of the scenes that stuck out in my mind was the first battle scene. After the head Spartan speaks to the hunchback of...Sparta, on how they succeed on fighting as one, they defend their honor against those schizo Iranians (persians) by working as..an amoeba...(Coach Jack would be proud of them) They work as one in these movements, shields up, then 1 word and the men open up and kill tons of Iranians (persians) then close again in defense.
I thought this was awesome...it made me realize, that during basic training, when learning to march and move with 40 other people all at the same time, I was really LEARNING TO KILL IRANIANS (persians) It gives it all meaning and you wont ever hear me gripe about it again.
All and all the movie, which will remain unmentioned due to legalities revolving around it s true release date...WAS AWESOME! I just wish I could've seen it on the big screen. And yes, I enjoyed it despite the airbrushed six packs and veins...and everything else added to make the Spartans look more "manly". The Iranians (persians) got their butts kicked and I smiled the whole time.
If you ever happen to find a movie similar to my descriptions...check it out. It will be well worth your time.

Time to come clean

I like a Justin Timberlake song...SOMEONE SHOOT ME!!

Free Ball

I'm sure you can relate to this Eric. I stumbled across CV playing Brentwood in a volleyball game tonight on You Tube. CV got it handed to them but whatever...what really brought back memories was, not only they were at CV's gym, but at one point you hear a coach/spectator saying "FREE BALL, FREE BALL" To those who don't know the game well, this means it's your teams chance to bring the pain. Anyways, the outside hitter gets the set, and brings the pain.
It's hard not to remember playing, and as soon as that free ball came, the confidence was instilled inside of you so much that if you just get the set, its going down. Especially when I was hitting the 4 spot, that free ball would come, I would yell as loud as I could at the setter..."4,4,4!!!!" It didn't matter if the other team knew exactly where it's going, because you were going to get the perfect set...and the perfect kill.
I really need to play again, I forgot how much fun I had when I did play. REAL volleyball is amazing.
Anyways, just thought I would share that.