Wherein I Simultaneously Do Hardly Any Work Whatsoever for Today’s Post AND Massively Ingratiate Myself to My Mostly-Male Audience
I’m going to let you in on a little detail of my personal life: I am hugely stressed out right now.
“Why,” you ask? Well, it’s nice of you to inquire. Thank you. Basically, I need to be knocking myself out at work for a little while. In fact, two weeks from today, I need to turn in a document — a Grand Master Plan, if you will — that will literally change the course of history for every person on this planet.
Or it may just affect whether I get a nice bonus this quarter. Same thing.
Why does this concern you? Here’s why. For the next two weeks, whenever I can take the easy way out on this blog, I’m going to. But only if this “easy way out” is something I think you’ll like.
Based on reactions to a prior post, I think most of you’ll like this.
Return of the Biker Babes
My sister Kellene — yes, the professional photographer who once free-fell 18 feet in a mountain bike accident — just got back from Telluride on a group ride with her crew, “The Biker Babes.” Take a look at this photo and then try — just try — to tell me you don’t have a massive urge to head out to Colorado for a long mountain bike weekend:
I’ve got to say, I admire their taste in cycling attire. For those who wonder, my sister’s the one on the left.
And here’s the whole gang. No, don’t bother asking where their bikes are. I don’t know either. I don’t think we’ll ever know if they even own bikes.
OK, I take that back. Here’s the crew midway up Hermosa, which my sister tells me requires more hiking than riding:
Go Ahead and Jump
This next few photos is, frankly, a little bit odd. I have to admit, I wish I would have been there when these were taken. It starts out harmlessly enough, with one person hamming it up a little more than usual:
But what happened then? I can only guess, of course, but I imagine someone said, “Hey! A bunch of us should jump in the next picture!”
This last one, though, is actually startling on a few levels. Take a look at it, and then I have a few questions for you:
OK, ready for my questions? Here you go:
- Is it possible they meant to get this perfect highest-to-lowest effect on their jump?
- At your best, could you get half the air the one on the left is getting? She’s like, seven or eight feet up there.
- How did my sister’s (second from right) quads get so ripped? I’m afraid to ride with her.
And one final question: After jumping around in a parking lot for fifteen minutes, how did any of them have any energy at all for a ride?