In true amateur-blogger fashion I dropped off the face of the earth after the Inferno. That kind of thing is pretty easy to do when you get a weekend without racing and a 9-day trip to Las-f'ing-Vegas.
There are a lot of things wrong with Las Vegas -- golf courses in the desert, slot machines in the supermarket, underwater mortgages, housing developments up to the mountains, eight lanes everywhere and a million traffic lights -- but all that does give you an appreciation for riding 30 miles at a time through the desert.
When it comes to vacation reports, I don't know what to say unless something insane is happening. Nothing insane is happening here. I am sleeping a lot and riding a lot and programming a lot. Standard issue bike nerd lifestyle, or so I've been told. On the insane front though, things are looking up, because I just found out I will be flying to Charlotte at 6am next Monday, after landing in Manchester at 12pm Sunday night.
Soooo yeah. I did some cool rides:
and took some helmet-cam video:
Bootleg Canyon - Girl Scout Trail from colin reuter on Vimeo.
The helmet cam is no seat cam when it comes to conveying a sense of speed, but it's the only halfway-stable way to film on a mountain bike.
Reading the details about how bitchin my week has been would probably not make you happier to be at your desk job right now, so we'd better quit now. Besides, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.