no racing = boring posts

blog's been kinda boring, no race reports to post or total geek-outs on what tires to run. been getting-in some fun mtb's, commutin', hopefully make it to cross practice this week, but no race reports... next month i'll have a cpl - as i signed-up for master men's at nationals and better do 1 or 2 races before the big show. right now i'm partaking in a super-top-secret training regimine which involves a lot of beer and ... a lot of beer.

i got this tidbit of news to share in an otherwise boring post: my medford mansion is up for sale! highest bidder takes it. you want to live in medford? this could be your big chance, save realtor fees, buy direct. hell, i might even "forget" a 4" travel botique bike in the basement if the right buyer comes along. 1575 sq ft of hardwood floor living space, located convienently on top of a big-ass hill, every ride ends with an effort, less than a 1/4 mile from the middlesex fells, pretty sweet spot - can see the city and the woods from the house. oh, the juxtaposition.

jenn and i at first decided we'd live out of the subbie with the dog and seneca, but decided it could get a bit dicey in the winter, so we're off to the Mad River Valley in Vermont. oh yeah. gonna go up into them there hills and come-out a riding monster - or a bearded hippie with an inability to remember what i ate for breakfast. either way, it'll be a good time.

it'll be sad to say goodbye to the fair city of Boston, all its love and charm. was only run-off the road twice last night and once this morning, i doubt it'll be so exciting in vermont, all those quiet miles of empty roads and trails. seriously, though, what'll be sad is leaving our friends... i came to Boston in the fall of '98 to live with a cpl buddies from High School. dr mike had gotten into some sort of nano-laser MIT grad program, so Zoof and I tagged along, drank and smoked a lot, you know, the usual, i'm 23 and live in a city with more fine chiquitas than i ever dreamed possible kinda thing, which meant we spent most nights in a bar, followed by a plate of cheap chinese food and most mornings started with a hangover, rarely with one of the fine chiquitas previously mentioned, but hells yeah, it was a good effin' time.

we move-on. married, dog, kid, time to roll-out and live the next phase of the dream. vermont.