back on dirt
June 30, 2011
Have I mentioned that I love where I live?
I’m like Steve Martin in Planes, Trains, and Automobiles: “I could tolerate any insurance seminar. For days I could sit there and listen to them go on and on with a big smile on my face. They’d say, “How can you stand it?” I’d say, “‘Cause I’ve been with Del Griffith. I can take ANYTHING.””
I can take the nutter politics, the demographics wackier than Smurfville, I can even take the Eagle Forum.
Because I can ski Tanners on Saturday. And I can do this on Tuesday:
Went out for the Frank to Dry loop with Burke and Rick.
Burke has worked 100 yards from this trail for almost 5 years and never ridden it. Maybe because he was too busy skiing moguls on the national team. Or changing the world.
But he did it yesterday, and on his 16 year old bike too. And he totally killed it.
Sure, he looks a bit like death, from the Seventh Seal. Or maybe Speed Racer. But you have to admit–he KILLS it.
Here’s a longer, meandering version of the video. For those of you with longer attention spans. Think of them as the Scorcese version, and the Terrence Malick version.
And Mark, just fyi, they’re BOTH one song versions.