Orange you glad that Julia didn’t say Banana
Evil lent his truck out a few weeks ago and when it came back there were 90 lbs of 3 day old oranges in the back. That’s around 150 plump juicy, fresh-off-the-tree-they-do-not-taste-like-this-in-Canada oranges. They are wonderful. My Dr. had just prescribed to me, of all things, eating oranges. I have now been eating 4 oranges (at least) a day. I’m some place in the 1/2 to 1/3 of the way through, but they are starting to go downhill.
Send me a note if you want oranges, and are local.
Other than that I have just read the Julie & Julia book, after my mother raved about the movie. The book had a lot of swearing, and other stuff. Anyhow I managed to watch the movie last night, and while it was little chick-flicky I woke up, watched JC on Youtube – looks easy eh? I like the ‘add a teaspoon… add a table spoon of butter’ part. Hmm. I went a little less ‘coz Evils pans don’t stick, and gave it a whirl. My omelet was thicker than hers, and I couldn’t (as a result) get it to wrinkle/ roll like she did.
But I threw it on the plate (with a spatula) added hot-sauce, organic arugula and sour cream, rolled it and it was fantastic.
I will need to work on that shakey-part, but Julie Powel didn’t get it the first time either, so I feel better.
The Ball is Rolling…
It’s great to be back riding in Bako. Friday there was a 40% chance of rain in the afternoon (which didn’t sound too bad) so I headed up into the mountains… The weather report was for the valley. When I got a chill around 3000′ elevation and stopped to put my last extra piece of clothing on, I looked up to see that I was in a snowstorm. I rode to the only real place that there was – the Glenville store. Now I am in ranch country, I had counted only 8 cars on the road over the past 2h (5 my way 3 the other and they ALL waved). I’d also seen a bob-cat which parked just 5 feed off the road and didn’t budge when I stopped and ‘meaowed’ at it, and either a really big hawk or an eagle.
But there I was hitch-hiking in the snow. The first family along were Mexicans who had driven farther up to show their son snow. They weren’t heading to Bako, but they were heading out of the mountains, so I hopped in and played ‘cow spo
As a Roadie I had natural explosive power and accelerations – that ability has not been transformed into a long running diesel power.
The result of these two things is that for the first time in nearly a decade my roadie friends here from Action Sports in Bakersfield CA (the most butt kicking bike shop you will ever see) are able to throw me deep into the hurt locker, and even, gasp drop me. And don’t think that they’re being nice.
I’ll have only 2 weeks here to rustle up some fitness and extract some revenge before heading off to Tucson and the Personalbest.ca training camps.
