Last weekend was great, we had nice weather and set record highs. 95 deg mid-May is pretty ridiculous. But, yesterday, when I heard a radio announcer wish for last weekend's weather this weekend, but say that at least this weather gives you a good excuse to be lazy all weekend-- I found myself laughing and thinking "No way, I'll definitely take 65 deg and raining!"
This weekend was anything but lazy, and was definitely the most enjoyable this season yet. Of course, it helped that it was an extra day.
Although, I guess on Friday, I was probably thinking the same thing as the radio announcer. It was cloudy and dreary and pouring rain. I thought that the rain spelled doom for the PineNut Cracker race the next day. And since Scott had just put a brand new drive train on my bike, I was almost convinced not to go. I knew that if I didn't go out there, it would most likely be the best conditions ever, and if I did go, it would most likely be crappy and muddy. But, I hate to get left behind, so when Alex was working out carpooling, I made sure that I was included in the plans.
The next morning on the drive out to the race, it was still dreary and rainy. When John, Kenny, Don, Alex and I got there, we only had about 25 mins until the race started. At registration, the course map that was laid out described that the race was going to go up to "the mine." I'm not familiar at all with the trails out there other than doing the race for the past two years, but the course two years ago had gone up to 'the mine', and I hated every second of it. The giant whoops leading up there forced me to walk my bike for at least two miles for fear of crashing w/o insurance. And then, Fifield announced that he had tried to ride the course earlier, and it was so muddy, he was force to walk.
So I decided not to race. I walked away from registration with my filled-out form in hand, and walked back to the truck where everyone was frantically getting ready to race. "Dammit, what else am I going to do here for the next two hours while everyone races?" I thought....so I turned back around and registered.
15 mins to go until race time. I quickly visited the ladies room, ran out and grabbed my bike...put some air in the tires, and hopped on to ride up to the start line, feeling like I probably forgot something. We got to the start just in time to line up and "GO!".
What the hell was Fifield talking about? He must've been trying to convince us not to race. The conditions were awesome! The trails out there are motorcycle trails that are whoopy, and flowy, and lumpy and bumpy, and twist and turny, and usually pretty sandy and loose. Not today! They were hard packed, and freaking fun! The dirt was smooth and tacky, and cornering was easy. Of course, race-pace speeds helped the fun factor. It was a great day! I was stoked I had done it!
The next day, after pouring rain that afternoon, and raining through most of the early morning, I was once again convinced that trail conditions were going to be crappy as hell. However, Giant was holding a demo day at Peavine, and I really wanted to check out a bike that I'm thinking of getting, so I HAD to go out there. As I chatted with the rep while they were setting up the bike for me, I said "Better your bike than mine...", thinking that it was going to be the kind of mud that forces you to put all new cables and housing on.
I was wrong AGAIN!! The dirt was great. Riding new, top-of-the-line bikes was great. It was another great day of riding.
So, by Monday, I was hooked. It rained more over the night. That morning was when I heard the radio announcer. But, now, I knew the trails were going to be great. So, I rode with Alex one more time for the weekend out at White's Creek. It was actually my first time riding out there, and now I know I'm spoiled for that trail, sinces it's almost never in that great of condition.
This entire season, I've been a fair-weather rider. If it's too cold or windy, I just won't go. I think I've learned my lesson about that. Now, I'm crossing my fingers this weather lasts a little bit longer.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Career Day
A while ago, I was invited to do a Career Day at a middle school by the husband (who I work with) of a school's counselor. I agreed, mostly because he was standing in front of me in my office, and a face-to-face rejection was way more difficult than if I had just been able to politely respond with a "no" email. Although I've been teaching engineering classes at UNR for four semesters, the thought of standing in front of 7th and 8th graders was totally terrifying.
I asked my friend Krista, who's a middle school teacher, for advice, and of course she told me exactly what I was expecting, but hoped not to hear..."just bring props, or something to pass out." Of course, I don't have any cool toys that I paly with at work that I could do a demonstration, and couldn't really think of anything that I could hand out.
So, I went to the school armed only with a bottle of water labeled "Exhaust" that I'd picked up at a recent conference on hydrogen. When I checked the first question I was asked was "Do you have anything you need to set up?"...um, no, I responded, as I looked around to see the other speakers; a police officer with a dog, an architect with drawings, and other people carrying arm loads of crap.
I was to have three different sessions of students, each lasting about 25 minutes. I hadn't prepared a single thing to say. So, the first session was kind of a guineau pig session. I mentioned several different types of engineering, and tried to make them sound as cool as possible.. "as a computer engineer, you could write software for nintendo games....as a mechanical engineer, you can design and build cars..". And then I talked about what I do..working on alternative-fuel vehicles and other renewable energy. And, of course, I drank out of my exhaust water. I looked at the clock when I was done, and only 10 minutes had passed. Luckily, each student had a handout of questions that they needed to get answered "How much money do you make"..."What is your favorite thing about your job?".
But, after they were done asking their boilerplate questions, I was totally amazed at some of the thougtful questions that I received from some of those middle school students. They asked me questions like "Does using the alternative fuels change the power output of the vehicle"...and other extremely thoughtful questions. I was amazed. I don't get that level of thinking out of students in my upper-level engineering classes.
Anyway, I just received a thank you letter from the school yesterday, and handwritten letters from several students that are just so cute I wanted to share. Here's one:
and another
Don't worry, I don't know waht curtian ranks are, either.
I asked my friend Krista, who's a middle school teacher, for advice, and of course she told me exactly what I was expecting, but hoped not to hear..."just bring props, or something to pass out." Of course, I don't have any cool toys that I paly with at work that I could do a demonstration, and couldn't really think of anything that I could hand out.
So, I went to the school armed only with a bottle of water labeled "Exhaust" that I'd picked up at a recent conference on hydrogen. When I checked the first question I was asked was "Do you have anything you need to set up?"...um, no, I responded, as I looked around to see the other speakers; a police officer with a dog, an architect with drawings, and other people carrying arm loads of crap.
I was to have three different sessions of students, each lasting about 25 minutes. I hadn't prepared a single thing to say. So, the first session was kind of a guineau pig session. I mentioned several different types of engineering, and tried to make them sound as cool as possible.. "as a computer engineer, you could write software for nintendo games....as a mechanical engineer, you can design and build cars..". And then I talked about what I do..working on alternative-fuel vehicles and other renewable energy. And, of course, I drank out of my exhaust water. I looked at the clock when I was done, and only 10 minutes had passed. Luckily, each student had a handout of questions that they needed to get answered "How much money do you make"..."What is your favorite thing about your job?".
But, after they were done asking their boilerplate questions, I was totally amazed at some of the thougtful questions that I received from some of those middle school students. They asked me questions like "Does using the alternative fuels change the power output of the vehicle"...and other extremely thoughtful questions. I was amazed. I don't get that level of thinking out of students in my upper-level engineering classes.
Anyway, I just received a thank you letter from the school yesterday, and handwritten letters from several students that are just so cute I wanted to share. Here's one:
Dear Ms. Amber..
I just think it's so neat that you are an engineer for the D.r.i. (Desert
Reasearch istitute). Solving energy crisises, creating new energy efficiant
materials, it all looks pretty cool. Almost as if your saving the
world. Science to me truly is a facinating subject. Everything
happens unexpectingly. Also, drinking that exaust waster was also pretty
cool. I would really consider this career as it truly looks
promising.
Sinciraly,
Erik ..
and another
Dear, Amber..
I really like what you job was about and I would love to look more into
like the curtian ranks. Anyways thank you for telling us about reaserch
engineering and I am a 7th grader doing and participating in 8th grade math so
next year I'll be doing Algabra.
Sincerly Collin...
Don't worry, I don't know waht curtian ranks are, either.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Skeletal Weakness
Hello everyone welcome to Amber and Scott's new blog.
As you may have noticed our blog address is the bike couple. For the next few weeks, however, it may as well be titled: Amber and the guy who blows his f'ing back out picking up things like lint and empty ziploc sandwich bags.
Today was awesome; 70 something degrees, clear, and not a lick of wind. I stood in the garage watching Amber go through her normal pre-ride checks - air pressure, chain lube, spare tube, CO2, water. "Okay by. I should be back in a few hours. I'm just going to ride up to the top of peavine and then come down all the single track into Evans"
"Have fun" I thought to myself. "I am going to vacuum the living room and try not to lose bowel or bladder control when I sneeze". No I'm not bitter. After all I got in a great ride just the other day. It was a beautiful overcast day and a gentle 45 mph wind was ripping down the Bacon Strip as I crawled along in my 22-34. You know you're having a bad day when you're in the 22-34 and you aren't A) bonking and hopelessly lost somewhere near Bend OR, or B) experiencing mild anaphylaxis from being stung on the tongue by a bee (never wear a yellow helmet - you look like the pollen mother load).
Honestly I would loved to have ridden today, but there are problems that need solving...things like global warming and plummeting honey bee populations. I hope someone is working on those things because I don't really know anything about that stuff. Actually I didn't ride because I wrecked my back lifting a bag of dog food er...I mean doing squats.
How did this guy not poop doing this? I would love to see him try this after a strong cup of coffee. There is actually a tragic story associated with this photo. Kim Il Song, 27, was attempting a So. Korean national snatch record to earn himself a spot on the 2008 Olympic team when his right tibia shattered, peppering the front row of the audience with bone fragments killing 11 people.
As you may have noticed our blog address is the bike couple. For the next few weeks, however, it may as well be titled: Amber and the guy who blows his f'ing back out picking up things like lint and empty ziploc sandwich bags.
Today was awesome; 70 something degrees, clear, and not a lick of wind. I stood in the garage watching Amber go through her normal pre-ride checks - air pressure, chain lube, spare tube, CO2, water. "Okay by. I should be back in a few hours. I'm just going to ride up to the top of peavine and then come down all the single track into Evans"
"Have fun" I thought to myself. "I am going to vacuum the living room and try not to lose bowel or bladder control when I sneeze". No I'm not bitter. After all I got in a great ride just the other day. It was a beautiful overcast day and a gentle 45 mph wind was ripping down the Bacon Strip as I crawled along in my 22-34. You know you're having a bad day when you're in the 22-34 and you aren't A) bonking and hopelessly lost somewhere near Bend OR, or B) experiencing mild anaphylaxis from being stung on the tongue by a bee (never wear a yellow helmet - you look like the pollen mother load).
Honestly I would loved to have ridden today, but there are problems that need solving...things like global warming and plummeting honey bee populations. I hope someone is working on those things because I don't really know anything about that stuff. Actually I didn't ride because I wrecked my back lifting a bag of dog food er...I mean doing squats.
How did this guy not poop doing this? I would love to see him try this after a strong cup of coffee. There is actually a tragic story associated with this photo. Kim Il Song, 27, was attempting a So. Korean national snatch record to earn himself a spot on the 2008 Olympic team when his right tibia shattered, peppering the front row of the audience with bone fragments killing 11 people.
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