
I wish I could have this much fun playing with a bag.
Software engineer, dad, husband, retired cyclist, wakeboarder, hunter, fisherman...hell, the only thing I don't do is run. Because running sucks.
I love oxymorons. Mainly because it contains the word "moron" (snicker snicker). Anyway, here's my favorite cycling-related oxymorons:
Comfortable Saddle
Tasty Energy Bar
Elite Cat 3
Cool Team Kits (it's still spandex, people)
Stiff Carbon Frame (I flex the hell out of these things)
Epic 'Cross Race. (A 45-minute race does not qualify as "epic")
Yes, I live in Stearns County. I was not born here, but have lived here for several years. We're known for very few things, one of them being "Stearns County Syndrome". Amazingly, the majority of Stears County residents do not know about this, but almost everyone from elsewhere in MN does. This started because of a group of Minneapolis Social Workers who declared that "in that county 75% of the families are involved in incest, usually father-daughter, and usually with the consent of the mother." Obviously, this is not the case today, as times have changed. However, I would like to add a few of my own Stearns County-isms