Home From Vermont

So this is what it's like to roll like a pro mountain biker in "The Big Show". We do whatever we can to get to where we need to go for as little as possible.

I was so lucky to "squeeze" into a ride bound for Hartford airport. My pilot Heather Andretti and DJ Zephanie were so kind too cram my gear into an already jammed X-Terra (I felt so X-treme). With 3 bikes, 6 sets of wheels, and a weeks worth of stinky, muddy clothes we were on our way.

After 3 hours of high speed stunt driving and tunes from many eras, we made it to my drop off point, Hartford, CT. I grab a slice of pizza and a fish bowl of "Loud Mouth Soup" (beer) from the pizza shack next to my motel. Looking to grab some well deserved zzzz's I check in to Super 8 "conveniently" located next to the airport for the quick get-a-way the next morning.

Super 8 motel was not so super. It was more like a converted jailhouse. My room was right in the take-off pattern. Every 45 seconds I was blessed with 2000 watts of landing gear lights in my window ALL NIGHT LONG. With about 20 seconds of shut-eye I made it to the terminal on time for my 6:00 am flight home. I choose such horrendous times to fly so that I can make it home in time to work that day. Hurricane Katrina was barreling in on New Orleans and the flight home was like a wild rollercoaster ride for 3 hours. No sleep still...We land @ SFO on time, I make it to my car on time, and to work in San Anselmo, ON TIME. Whew...that's the way we roll...

Next up, Infinion Cross Country, and sleeping at home.