Go, Speed Racer, Gooooooooo!

The dream car of my youth is coming to the big screen, and it is AWESOME! The Mach 5, Speed's jumping, flying, swoopy, speeding car is going to be in a full length movie. I want to go see it in a bad way. Of course, I'll justify it by saying the kids wanted to see it.....

Awww, SNAP!

Nobody's perfect, eh?

Memorial Day

Water Fun

This is just some of the fun that was had at the Tilles Park playground. Eli had the time of his life chasing the waster spouts. More than once he had his face over a spout when it erupted. It started to rain and thunder, so we dashed to the car and loaded up just in time for the sun to come out.

Holden Efijy

I've talked about the show car from GM Australia's Holden division before. But, every time I see new photos of it, I can't help but show it again. The Efijy is built on a streched C5 Corvette platform, and moved along by a supercharged 6.0 LS2 engine pumping out 645 horses. Ah, love at first sight.

mmmm

nothing like late night cartoons after oreo's and milk....double stuffed.

he did this to himself

yes, he will crawl into the dryer while we are doing laundry. no, we don't turn it on while he's in there. yes, that's a sock in his mouth. yes, it's clean.

high and tight

the boys got a haircut on saturday. eli was wriggling like a worm in his chair. i have no idea how the woman cut a straight line at all, but his came out pretty well. mine? i've had the same hairdo for 10 years, although less actual hair. i hardly get my moneys worth when i pay for a haircut.

a brief moment of silence

eli is not a quiet child by any means. there are precious few moments during his waking hours where he isn't vocalizing his pleasure/displeasure about anything and everything. using crayons, however briefly, is a silent moment. then, suddenly he realizes that he wants me to take him downstairs to see the bikes again. oh, the silence.

she's a looker

i'm diggin' the dark red. looks great with the black stuff on it. i've been reading up on the rear shock, a rock shox ario mc3.3. all kinds of cool settings (that i'll probably never use) that are very easy to set, even on the go. if i could do something about the rain outside, i'd go break it in.

pay no attention to the circular saw, it was not used in the building of any bikes.

I've got a lot to do today, Dad!

first i need to climb around in this basket of laundry. it's one of my favorite things, dad.

and, like you always say, i need to stop and smell the roses. this is a great veiw of the trees in the back yard.

a quick detour into tyson's room to check out the latest big boy toys. i don't even know how to play with the box for this one.

another basket in your room, dad. not as many clothes in this one. may as well get to the bottom of it.

this cushion isn't very secure, dad. i'd better get to fixin' it. where's that screwdriver when i need it?

can't complain about everything

i can't complain about everything. the beautiful mrs k and i took grandma and eli to dinner at el paisano's on watson. great mexican place. the service was horrible, but the food was great, and eli really dug the live mariachi band. he was clapping along, gosh it was so cute.

i also bought a new mtn frame today. yeah, yeah, whatever. i don't listen to you when you whine about me getting new bikes. i have a sickness, accept it. i got a salsa el santo. i had one in 2005 and i loved it until i sold it to my nephew. the 2007 version is even cooler, with a bitchin' camaro dark red paint job, sloping top tube, and 4" of travel. orbea is supposed to introduce some hotsy totsy new longer travel machine in the fall, so i decided to go budget on an interim machine. i wanted more travel, and i got it cheap. but it's a fine, cheap machine. i'll post pics tomorrow. maybe. it was only 24.44lbs on the scale, not bad for a comfy 4" travel machine.

i have a cold

actually, it feels like my old sinus infection friends are back for a spell. they just take up residence in the back of my nasal cavity, just above my palate. like a big tumor of mucus, waiting to wreck my fragile respiratory system into oblivion.

so, i didn't ride thursday or friday. i've been reading a book that the great, all-knowing, all-seeing kaiser was kind enough to get for me. in it is some pretty sound info about grinding one's self into a fine paste, very much like i am doing to myself right now. the cold, of course, is the icing (paste?) on the cake, ensuring that i will never, ever, ever feel much better than said paste. add a couple of stressful days at work, stepping in a little dog vomit in the middle of the night, staying up late reading (and writing) drivel on the net and....ta daaaa!

Sprints

now i know it may be hard to believe, but once upon a time i wasn't a bad sprinter. after all, the only way i ever won a bmx race was by winning the race to the first turn. (i take that back...in 1982 i passed a guy in the last turn at a national race in dayton, ohio for the win.) and, the only road events i ever won without sprinting for it were my first three road events ever.

be that as it may, i haven't done much sprinting in the last year. no real need, or desire, i guess. semi-retirement has it's way of weeding out activities that aren't rewarding, such as sprinting against one's self.

but, peanut, fresh off of his personally disappointing state road championship, has sprints written into his training program. actually, sprints with me. i don't mind doing sprints, i just don't feel good, and i certainly didn't invision feeling any better AFTER doing sprints.

wednesday was the day to do 'em. it was windy, windy. so, we figured out a way to go with the wind. the first sprint always feels awkward, like doing a lay up in basketball if you've never done one. both of us were slow on the first sprint, but we improved as they went on. we'd circle around for about 5 minutes and come around for another kick in the groin. not being bad at sprints, i was mopping up the floor with peanut. he has no jump just yet, and my jump is not bad. by the last, he was getting the idea that jumping with an easier gear would be preferrable, and his jump improved, as well as his follow through. training does, indeed, yeild improvement.

i still had to ride home after the carnage, so peanut accompanied me up to about clayton and schoettler. there, he peeled off, and i trudged on, into the south wind. about clayton and 141 (.5 miles later) i was blown to bits. the rest of the ride was not enjoyable by any stretch of the imagination. but i made it home, safe and sound, 6 solid sprints under my belt.

a meal with friends

oh no! i spilled the whole box of cereal on the floor. mom's gonna be mad!

ah, what the heck? get it while it's hot, boys!