A Trip Down the Hill aka Phoenix Makes Me Sick
It has become apparent to me that the vast majority of my trips to phoenix end up akin to a surgical military strike.
They always have a clear objective, and a very set amount of time to achieve that objective. Get in, accomplish mission, get out.
This most recent trip had two objectives: listen to aspiring young engineers tell me why they need a job, and rock out with Mr. Mancandy.
I arrived wednesday night to a nightmare of traffic and was instantly reminded of why I love my bike and it’s ability to avoid situations such as that. I begrudgingly sat in traffic and finally made my way to ASU for the info session that night. After an hour of singing and dancing about how wonderful my job is, I hightailed it to Ben’s current place of residence (which Precious simply refers to as “The Parthenon”. I’m still not sure why.).
We hit up some sushi and watched some music vidoes at The Tanked Fish. They had some sort of music video on demand service and we got the waitress to put on some Peter Gabriel and Whitesnake. It was ridiculous.
After a day of interviewing on thursday, we hit up Boulders on Broadway for some delicious beer and pizza. I’m sure many of you out there frequent that bar, and I don’t have to tell you how awesome it is. But nevertheless, I’ll just say that they had DogfishHead 90-minute IPA and Giddy Up up tap, and we were chastised for not riding our bikes down there and parking them in the front room of the place.
My kind of place.
I was also told that next time I’m coming down there, I should ride the Big Dummy down from flagstaff, laden with local beers. For some reason, there is some sort of strange appeal of this suggestion. It’s only about 150 miles. Hmmmm. . . . .
Unfortunately, though all of these events I’ve had a bit of a head cold. It meant a lot of sniffling and Purell dispensing. I’m not sure who gave it to me, but they will pay dearly for their transgressions.
Friday morning we went for a shred at south mountain and then I busted back up the hill. I was hoping the ride would cook whatever bug is in me, but apparently it simply became angered as the pressure in my head this morning has reached a critical level.
Ugh, I hate being sick.
So, with that in mind, we shall see how much riding I get in this weekend. Stupid head cold.
i just missed you in my hood at Boulders the other day by about 30mins
heard you were a fan of the sombrero of shame!
next time you are in town we will work on getting you to wear it
did you notice all the employees have “my other ride is yoru mom” stickers on their bikes? they were all the ones you gave me at SSWC
chris-
- chris
Link | November 20th, 2008 at 12:30 pm
I didn’t notice any of the stickers, but I wasn’t looking all that hard. Good to hear that HandlebarSandwich is representin’ in tempe.
When we asked about the sombrero the conversation went something like this:
Ben – “What’s the sombrero of shame?”
Waitress – “You have to wear it if you get embarrassingly drunk. There’s a guy who comes in all the time, drinks a bunch of the 90 minutes IPAs and either gets a little crazy or falls asleep at the bar.”
Ben – “Is it chris?”
Waitress – “No, it’s his roommate.”
Hilarious.
- Nathan
Link | November 20th, 2008 at 12:42 pm