After some deep and careful consideration I have decided on an appropriate appelation for my beautiful new bicycle. I haven’t forgotten about my old fantastic fuji, but I’m getting to know this new one and so far we are getting along splendidly.
|Wikipedia: I love you, but I am not seeing ostrich.|
Why do I have a dinosaur Tattooed on my arm? It all goes back to my halcyon days at UC Santa Cruz, when I was president of the Ski Club. Ski Club was such an important, wonderful, insane, hilarious, covered-in-sharpie-and-jello, delirious, delightful, snow-shredding good time in my life. I am so grateful for all of the experiences and connections that came from Ski Club. If I set out to reminisce about all of the great experiences we had, I would reach PhD dissertation length after trying to describe the first two nights of All Cal.
|Golly, I miss these people|
In the interest of brevity (and the shocking reality that we are all getting older, settling into careers, and maybe DONT want first person accounts of our ridiculous college days spread all over the internet) I will not wax on much longer about Ski Club. But I do need to talk about the time we took an all-expense-paid road trip across Colorado and Utah to select a mountain for a week-long Charter ski trip. All of the presidents and vice presidents from every ski club at each UC came on this trip.
|These people look trustworthy|
Santa Cruz was represented by myself, and the true power behind the throne, my right-hand woman, confidante, collaborator, communicator, rock, AND hard place: Liz. We visited Keystone, Steamboat, and Park City. We familiarized ourselves with the terrain, got wined and dined by the resort reps, and Liz and I discovered our natural kinship with a beautiful brontosaurus.
That trip was during the spring of 2009; it was one of the best experiences I have ever had. During the summer of 2011 I took a vacation back to Santa Cruz to visit my dear college friends. We got to talking and reminiscing and…one good idea led to another good idea led to an appointment with a tattoo parlor in Aptos. Forty minutes of mild discomfort later Liz, Ed, and I became permanently fossil-fueled.
|GOLLY, I miss these people|
In case it’s not already obvious, I really like dinosaurs.
3) Ornithomimus velox was an omnivore, but it likely got most of it’s calories from plants. This dinosaur’s diet sounds pretty similar to mine!
4) Velox (aside from the obvious connection to the Velodrome, a bicycle event that I totally admire and fear) is a really cool sounding word.
So there we have it. My Bike officially has a name. I hope that it stays sunny in Seattle through this weekend so that Velox and I can go on our first of many adventures!