The Magic Juice

Last time I went to Disney Land, I came back with pink eye. This time, I got a sore throat/cold. That place is a giant petri dish.

But I have the cure for the cold. Behold.....the magic juice:

I'm not going to lie. It doesn't taste great but it does the trick. And it isn't half bad in Diet Coke.

Lead Generation

I've been very busy working on a new lead generation tool at work. I hope it works.

Don't be fooled by the lycra

Did some road riding while in San Diego.  The highlight was climbing Mt. Palomar (the big climb on Stage 8 of the Tour of CA). Conditions were colder than normal which meant we hit snow at the top of the climb (4,000 + vertical)

The low was almost getting into a fist fight while riding along the costal roads near Pacific Beach.  

It's possible that people in cars see guys riding bikes, wearing lycra as passive and annoying. As easy targets perhaps.  And as cyclists, it's hard to judge the size of the driver until they get out of their car.  So during the occasional encounter when the cyclist and car don't get along and words are exchanged and gestures are demonstrated, it's hard to tell what the outcome might be. 

I'm 6'1" 165 lbs and my riding partner for the day (Erol) is 6'2" 200 lbs.  (and Dug is 6'1" 130 lbs but wasn't with us on the ride I'm talking about)


(Erol, Dug, Me)

We were fortunate that our encounter was with a little man.  Maybe 5'9" a buck twenty with shoes on.

I guess the clearly painted bike lane complete with pictures of bikers every 100 yards and the "give a cyclist 3 ft law" didn't occur to him when I passed him just before the round-about on that busy costal road in San Diego. But my passing move clearly made him upset enough that he tried to run Erol (who was riding behind me) into the curb and then buzzed both of us, threw his car in park, flung his door open, stood in the middle of the road, completely blocking traffic, and started yelling at the top of his lungs, ready to fight.  

I thought this would finally be my moment to have at it. To totally unleash all the frustrations a cyclist feels against crazy drivers. I was hoping this guy would have the courage to stop yelling and actually throw a punch so we could publicly beat this guy up WHILE wearing lycra. 

But it never happened. I think he may have misjudged us and once we got face to face he realized that there was no way he could win.  

Looking back, I'm just glad he didn't have a gun. After all, we were riding in San Diego not Draper.

Thanks For Flying The Colors

Back to Normal

Oh yeah....And I almost got into a fight today during my ride. It's funny how at the stop light, people don't dare say anything but as soon as the light turns green they feel the need to stick their head out the window and THEN say something cute.

Another perk to my white gloves, it's much easier to see the finger.

Work Tools

I almost forgot to pack my laptop when I left my house this morning.

Mean

This morning, I caught a co-worker in the act of setting up his April Fools joke. This is just mean:



There are actually 4 stalls. He set up a pair of shoes and pants in all of them. I hope nobody has Mexican food for lunch.