As I live in America, and have the world's finest marketing culture washing over me nearly 24 hours a day, I am aware of and energized by the phenomenal success and pervasiveness of the iPod. I personally do not own one. I have an MP3 player made by some inferior, 2nd-string company. It is stylish, sure, but compared to an iPod it's almost like carrying around a '47 Hudson automobile.
But I am hip. I'm with it. I'm down with the iPod thing, baby. In order to express my progressive ultra-American consumer identity, I am officially renaming my home, the POD. I hereby unveil the New & Improved Residential Capsule: the tPOD.
I'm in the 2nd week of life in my tPOD, located in the new POD-quarters up on the hill north of Salida. Nice place to be. I have a about 450 feet of elevation to climb in 3 miles when riding home from work at the bike shop, but that builds character. And aerobic endurance.
A storm rolled through Monday night and Tuesday, dropping plenty-o-moisture, some of it white. Here's what this morning looked like as I saddled up and headed for a day of good honest labor:
Racing at Nathrop for the 2nd race of the Yeti Spring Series Saturday. I'm getting in some good long rides between storms, so hopefully I won't vomit.