tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81540502008-07-24T14:54:00.402-05:00Curly SuCurly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comBlogger1576125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-50067868577671395142008-07-21T11:25:00.006-05:002008-07-21T12:50:20.645-05:00You know what's really badass?Out-biking a thunder storm.
Yesterday, heading into Santa Fe, a group of us managed to beat the rain, just by pedaling - it was (and there is no other word for it) awesome.
The ride from Las Vegas to Santa Fe was my favorite trip so far. It was 70 miles, which by now sounds like low milage. The first 30 I rode by myself, pushing myself way harder than I would have with other people. [Don'tCurly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-90094245273990675032008-07-21T11:19:00.005-05:002008-07-21T11:22:38.456-05:00The Mosquero PicturesCurly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-69567875433532572822008-07-21T10:43:00.005-05:002008-07-21T11:02:37.818-05:00Naked Mile in the High Desert PrarieToday I rode my bike naked with 3 other people for a whole 2 miles; pictures abound, but not to worry - they won't be posted here (or anywhere, hopefully). It was a blast. The best part was that when I got into the host site for the night and saw that we once again had group showers - I didn't panic and wait until everyone was done so that I could shower alone. Somehow, riding my bike without Curly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-59929273812215198982008-07-16T20:18:00.002-05:002008-07-21T11:23:08.163-05:00And now we're in the West.Curly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-18468478111428410152008-07-15T09:47:00.003-05:002008-07-15T10:00:01.532-05:0092 Miles from Memphis - Amarilloa perfectly packed trailer to begin the day
a windy ride
Curly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-79986449393810570402008-07-15T09:42:00.003-05:002008-07-15T09:47:37.926-05:00Pictures from a Rainy DayThe house with the poodle during the lightening storm.
signs from the lunch restaurant
Curly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-6874124585733370992008-07-14T05:39:00.002-05:002008-07-14T05:42:57.843-05:00Memphis, TX - I didn't even know it existed.Today should have been easy - only 73 miles, and most of it flat.
Waking up to a thunderous sky and air with an ominous chill however, did not provide for the easiest riding conditions.
We started our day at McDonald's to take advantage of our free breakfast, and I managed to eat as healthily as McDonald's will allow - a biscuit, some eggs, orange juice, hot tea, milk, and a chocolate milk forCurly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-90472142103909122652008-07-13T16:01:00.003-05:002008-07-13T18:42:01.208-05:00Oklahoma!(written yesterday, Saturday, July 12.)
Today was 92 miles, the first 54 of which were directly into the wind. Misery on 2 wheels. I rode the first 32 by myself, constantly berating myself for the difficulty of not being able to ride faster than 14 miles per hour without a full fledged asthma attack. When I found people at a grocery store at mile 32 and they were equally tortured, I instantly Curly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-785652714279538592008-07-13T15:58:00.002-05:002008-07-13T16:01:09.658-05:00Cause and Effect(I haven't had internet service for a while, so this was written on Friday, July 11.)
Today I rode the 78 miles from Decatur, TX to Wichita Falls, TX by myself. I had exhaustion in every single muscle of my body and soul and wanted to ride at my own pace.
And then at a certain point I started to think. I started to think about lots of things, but mainly cause and effect...and how life is justCurly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-36243763607659898432008-07-12T17:48:00.000-05:002008-07-12T17:49:51.314-05:00Free McDonalds for dinner: Anything you want, whenever you want. Curly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-79886183799404115862008-07-10T15:11:00.000-05:002008-07-10T15:14:52.120-05:00Hi, I'm looking for a guitar and a vacuum...(Decatur, TX)Curly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-45266960516036741252008-07-07T21:26:00.003-05:002008-07-09T16:15:04.086-05:00If your entire day was a hill, what would you have waiting for you at the top?Each day, we have a question of some sort to think about during our ride. They range from the ridiculous (if you could have one liquid coming out of each finger, what would your ten liquids be?), to the more thoughtful (what makes America for you?).
Today's was just a bit too appropriate because the day was hill-ridden, with an excess of wind and potholes. My butt is incredibly sore; let's just Curly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-78831287257856467032008-07-05T22:50:00.001-05:002008-07-05T22:52:34.776-05:00What to expect.I'm constantly expecting things.
I'm expecting a job; I'm expecting to find love; I expect myself to be able to do anything, and to do it well.
I hate it when I have trouble doing things that other people do easily. Why doesn't the stupid nail go into the damn wall straight? Why does the screw get caught in the wood every single time when I use the drill?
I like building. It's fun; I'm Curly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-84719475632101220362008-07-05T07:49:00.002-05:002008-07-05T07:57:58.999-05:00UghI dropped my phone last night (it fell out of my pocket), and now the power button is stuck down and the thing just repeatedly reboots. Anyone with an iPhone or iPhone knowledge have any ideas about what to do? As far as I can tell, I'm not going to have access to an Apple store until I get to Dallas on July 7. I can survive 3 days without a phone, but I'm not all that optimistic about it Curly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-47091519730706652952008-07-04T10:25:00.000-05:002008-07-04T10:27:22.119-05:00We're nuts!!Curly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-59439242338633693582008-07-04T07:51:00.000-05:002008-07-04T07:52:05.991-05:00Happy 4th!Curly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-19467543920493634382008-07-01T12:16:00.001-05:002008-07-01T12:16:42.578-05:00The best coffee/beignet shop ever. Curly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-68551568956406308532008-07-01T12:14:00.001-05:002008-07-01T12:14:55.150-05:00Oh-so appropriate. Curly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-84565555117373903912008-07-01T12:13:00.001-05:002008-07-01T12:13:54.024-05:00Getting the TattooCurly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-9853760901104308992008-07-01T12:11:00.000-05:002008-07-01T12:12:41.381-05:00The BayouCurly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-43301844409601309962008-07-01T12:09:00.000-05:002008-07-01T12:10:19.544-05:00Mississippi Mud, Sweet Tea, and Boudin - almost home!Curly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-69497674577860733352008-06-30T17:42:00.003-05:002008-06-30T17:50:39.743-05:00To ExplainBefore performing, my teacher/mentor in Cleveland once told me to 'Play with love.' Those three words stuck with me and have guided me ever since - through performances and auditions to friendships and relationships.
It is important to play music with love, but the phrase also applies to life as a whole; it is vital that everything you do is from your heart.
I put the tattoo on the outside ofCurly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-85400191376739231902008-06-29T20:45:00.000-05:002008-06-29T20:46:49.131-05:00TattooCurly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-30311907301020478892008-06-24T11:39:00.000-05:002008-06-24T12:57:32.861-05:00Home is where the (Cajun) Heart IsCurly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8154050.post-86841407360910048892008-06-24T11:28:00.000-05:002008-06-24T12:52:49.732-05:004 States in 4 DaysCurly Suhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04481490775412743094noreply@blogger.com