<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045</id><updated>2012-01-27T13:10:17.137-06:00</updated><category term='cycling'/><category term='me'/><category term='gadgets'/><title type='text'>Ebert Checks In</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>187</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-8271413925854834413</id><published>2011-10-16T08:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T08:19:42.631-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;While I might continue to post the occasional cycling tidbit or maybe a personal note here every now and then, I'm heading into the tech world (my last &lt;a href="http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2011/01/11-is-enough.html"&gt;two&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2010/10/stopping-cycle-new-11-macbook-air-is.html"&gt;posts&lt;/a&gt; almost a year ago might have hinted I was heading in that direction). I'll be logging those adventures over at &lt;a href="http://mikeebert.tumblr.com"&gt;mikeebert.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-8271413925854834413?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/8271413925854834413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=8271413925854834413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/8271413925854834413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/8271413925854834413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2011/10/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-9166266664459653636</id><published>2011-04-22T19:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T08:12:55.002-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Best Wife Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just got home from a three day work stint and although &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/rsanmarchi"&gt;@rsanmarchi&lt;/a&gt; wasn't home she left me this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6NKJLq_Rw2c/TbIpBf9UGHI/AAAAAAAABuQ/OmUZsUz978Q/s408/2011-04-22_20-13-29_161.jpg' /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/TbIpB9_uGUI/AAAAAAAABms/66Czs8ghQn4/2011-04-22_20-13-19_68.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-9166266664459653636?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/9166266664459653636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=9166266664459653636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/9166266664459653636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/9166266664459653636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-wife-ever.html' title='Best Wife Ever'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6NKJLq_Rw2c/TbIpBf9UGHI/AAAAAAAABuQ/OmUZsUz978Q/s72-c/2011-04-22_20-13-29_161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-3866198222289063217</id><published>2011-01-21T09:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T09:57:19.659-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadgets'/><title type='text'>11 is Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Almost three months ago I wrote a lengthy post about my gadget crush on the 11 inch MacBook Air. I had ordered one up and I challenged myself to stop upgrading to new computers at what had become an embarrassingly rapid rate. After three months of using the Air I don't think that challenge will be a problem. I'm using it as my primary computer and it's definitely all I need.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went with the "maxed" out 11 inch Air that has a 1.6Ghz dual core processor, 4GB of RAM and a 128GB solid state drive. It's powerful enough to quickly do everything I throw at it and handle all of the programs I typically run. I usually have at least 8 or more programs running at once and this computer handles them with aplomb. (For example right now I'm running MarsEdit, Mail, Adium, Fetch, Preview, Chrome, DevonThink Pro, iTunes, Socialite, OmniFocus, Quickcursor and Dropbox). The computer typically runs cool and I don't think I've heard the fans kick on once in the three months I've owned it, although admittedly the most processor intensive thing I've done is some simple iMovie edits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As other reviewers have noted, the SSD helps make everything feel very quick and snappy. Files and programs open instantly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The keyboard and trackpad feel just like any other Apple laptop, and the screen has less glare than any of the current MacBook Pros.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It did take me a week or two to get used to the high resolution screen. Text and icons were noticeably smaller, but now it seems normal. In terms of screen real estate, 11 inches works fine. I can comfortably fit a chat window, a document or browser window and the iTunes mini player on the screen. If I am going to be doing heavy multitasking or working on big spreadsheets or images I hook up a 24 inch monitor at home (which I did in the past even when I had a 17" MacBook Pro).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One thing that did surprise me is how much I'm still using my iPad even after getting the MacBook Air. The Air is so small and light that I thought I might even sell my iPad after I got it. However, the iPad is still my go to device in a lot of situations- especially for browsing through my RSS feeds. And when it comes to collaborating or presenting to just one or two people I still go to the iPad. It feels much more natural to pull up a document or video on the iPad and then hand it over for the other person to look at. However, when I want to do work-work (like typing anything over a paragraph or two), I definitely go for the Air. In my preview article I guessed that at a combined weight of 4 pounds I would usually just decide to take both the Air and iPad with me when I go to a meeting or on a work trip- and that's typically what I do without a second thought. They fit perfectly side by side in my small backpack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Air is an outstanding laptop and I've been recommending the $999 base model to a lot of people. The light, fast and powerful 11 inch (and its 13 inch big brother) represent the future of laptops. As the price and capacity of SSDs drop, cloud storage and media streaming become more ubiquitous and optical media is phased out, I think all laptops will move towards this same sleek and slender form factor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-3866198222289063217?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/3866198222289063217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=3866198222289063217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/3866198222289063217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/3866198222289063217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2011/01/11-is-enough.html' title='11 is Enough'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-5417566961618880844</id><published>2010-10-27T14:07:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T16:41:12.948-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadgets'/><title type='text'>Stopping the Cycle: The New 11" MacBook Air is All I Need</title><content type='html'>Confession: I love computers- so much so that I've adopted a ridiculously rapid upgrade cycle in search of the "perfect" machine. My wife and I recently determined that in the eight years we have known each other I've gone through 20 different computers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like &lt;a href="http://brooksreview.net/2010/10/mba-fits/"&gt;Ben Brooks&lt;/a&gt;, I think that the new 11" MacBook Air is finally what I'm looking for and I'm going all in on it. I ordered a maxed out Air yesterday (with the 1.6GHz processor and 4GB of RAM) and am challenging myself to quit searching and use it for at least two years as my main machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read the footnotes for details of what I need a computer to do for me&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;, but I run a &lt;a href="http://www.verizoncyclingteam.com/"&gt;cycling team&lt;/a&gt; and do the occasional side job in the off-season. I'm typically at my computer six to ten hours a day and and I have the usual eight to ten programs running at all times (mail, calendar, browsers, text editor, twitter client, iTunes). Then there's probably another eight to ten programs that I use throughout the day but usually don't leave running. Three or four days a week I work from home or the coffee shop and then I'm at a race or visiting a sponsor once or twice a week. During the season I also travel regularly for up to three weeks at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bore you with all of my upgrade history&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;, but I have owned the three previous MacBook Air revisions. Their faults were apparent but the slim, sexy portability won me over (and unsurprisingly I was able to find good deals on Craigslist from disenchanted customers). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two biggest issues for me on all of the models were the 2GB of RAM limitation and the one USB port. However, I learned to judiciously close programs that I wasn't using and ration the USB port. Here are the main reasons that I ultimately sold each:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;1.8Ghz, 64GB SSD: The hard drive was too small.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1.6Ghz, 120GB HD: The hard drive was too slow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2.13Ghz, 128GB SSD: This computer was close to perfect for me, minus the RAM and USB issues that I worked around. When the new MacBook Air rumors hit a fever pitch and promised to alleviate my two major sticking points I quickly sold it on Craigslist and started saving up my pennies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And out came the new MacBook Airs last week. I was overjoyed but a bit tormented- did I want the 11" or the 13"? (First world problems, right?) Would the slower processor in the 11" be too slow? Would I miss the SD card slot, bigger battery and larger display of the 13" model? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to the new Lincoln Park Apple Store on their opening day (&lt;a href="http://plixi.com/p/52452126"&gt;kind of crazy, kind of fun&lt;/a&gt;) and spent an hour bouncing between the 11" and 13" machines. I even logged in to Dropbox and downloaded some of my bigger Pages and Excel files to work on while streaming &lt;a href="http://www.verizoncyclingteam.com/galleryvimeo-videos/vimeo-videos/"&gt;HD videos&lt;/a&gt; that Tribeca Flashpoint produced for my team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 11" performed admirably and I decided that since this computer had a better battery and a higher-resolution display than the computer I'd just sold I was going to be perfectly happy. (The SD slot was not a necessity because I always carry a small card reader in my bag in case someone else wants my pictures). Ultimately, I ordered the 1.6Ghz processor upgrade for peace of mind. An 8% fee for a theoretical 14% speed increase seemed reasonable enough. [Update: Macworld &lt;a href="http://www.macworld.com/article/155224/2010/10/macbookairbto_benchmarks.html"&gt;tests&lt;/a&gt; have it as a 12% increase.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now it's just the long wait until the computer arrives. The RAM and processor options I chose mean the computer has to ship from overseas, and then it goes through Oregon since I ordered it from &lt;a href="http://www.powermax.com/"&gt;PowerMax&lt;/a&gt;. I was surprised to discover that Apple isn't stocking the 4GB options in either the 11" or 13" models as it kind of seems like a no brainer upgrade. Is it possible that OS X Lion would actually use &lt;em&gt;less&lt;/em&gt; system resources? It's something to think about while I wait for my new computer. At least writing this post passed some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol class="footnotes"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Usage: The programs I always have open are: Mail or Mailplane, BusyCal, Adium, Tweetie, Safari for Google Apps, Chrome for general browsing, Pages, Preview, Dropbox and iTunes. The programs that I open daily but don't leave running are: iPhoto, Acorn, Photoshop, Rapidweaver, Word, Excel, Numbers, WriteRoom, MarsEdit, Notational Velocity (personal notes) and Evernote (work notes). The programs I run a few times a week are inDesign, Illustrator, iMovie, Dreamweaver and Parallels (for TrainingPeaks WKO+).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Condensed Upgrade History:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I bought my first Mac in 2002: a 14" G3 iBook. The learning curve on what was possible with a computer was so quick on OS X that within a year I outgrew the RAM and wanted to drive a secondary display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Next up: a refurbished 15" PowerBook G4. At $2250 it is still the most I ever paid for a computer and I will never buy a refurbished laptop again. After four repairs in 6 months Apple gave me a new one that I immediately sold. In addition to the refurb lesson I learned that I don't need that powerful of a computer. I don't play games and don't do anything that processor intensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- After the PowerBook I ventured into desktops and used laptops, thinking that I'd have a backup at home. I picked up a G5 iMac and an old titanium PowerBook, but my travel schedule was such that I wasn't using the iMac much, keeping them in sync was a pain, and the titanium PowerBook wasn't quite as durable as I hoped (those hinges!). It wasn't until I found Dropbox that having a desktop as a backup really made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- After the TiBook I found what I thought was the holy grail (&lt;a href="http://www.macworld.com/reviews/product/31260/review/macbook_air16ghz.html"&gt;and one of Jason Snell's favorite machines&lt;/a&gt;): a 12" PowerBook. There was really only one problem with it- in order to use a couple of Windows programs that I needed for work I also had an old ThinkPad X21 (which shunned the optical drive long before Apple did). But whenever I left the house for more than a day I had to take both computers. No matter how small those two computers were, combined with their power bricks they weighed close to 10 pounds. (Now I'll carry a MacBook Air and an iPad, which &lt;em&gt;combined&lt;/em&gt; still weigh less than the 12" PowerBook alone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Then the first MacBook came along. It was a little bigger than the PowerBook but it could do everything I needed AND run Windows. However, for RAM, heat and display reasons I ended up jumping off the MacBook bandwagon after about a year and then went through a few different computers before getting my first (used) MacBook Air in the winter of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Over the past couple years I've bounced between the different Air models and 13" MacBook Pros (for reasons stated above). The 13" MacBook Pro was still more computer than I needed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-5417566961618880844?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/5417566961618880844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=5417566961618880844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/5417566961618880844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/5417566961618880844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2010/10/stopping-cycle-new-11-macbook-air-is.html' title='Stopping the Cycle: The New 11&amp;quot; MacBook Air is All I Need'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-3797618974104211971</id><published>2010-05-21T06:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T06:34:29.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an awful lot of 'us'</title><content type='html'>What should concern us is not that we can&amp;#39;t take what we read on the internet on trust — of course you can&amp;#39;t, it&amp;#39;s just people talking — but that we ever got into the dangerous habit of believing what we read in the newspapers or saw on the TV — a mistake that no one who has met an actual journalist would ever make. One of the most important things you learn from the internet is that there is no &amp;#39;them&amp;#39; out there. It&amp;#39;s just an awful lot of &amp;#39;us&amp;#39;.&lt;p&gt;- Douglas Adams, 1999 (via &lt;a href="http://www.kottke.org"&gt;www.kottke.org&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-3797618974104211971?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/3797618974104211971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=3797618974104211971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/3797618974104211971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/3797618974104211971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-awful-lot-of-us.html' title='Just an awful lot of &apos;us&apos;'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-1064477825008027838</id><published>2010-05-07T11:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T17:49:04.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I want one</title><content type='html'>Eddy Merckx gets a stamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.cyclingnews.com/news/de-post-puts-merckx-on-de-stamp?cid=OTC-RSS&amp;amp;amp;attr=news_headlines"&gt;CyclingNews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-1064477825008027838?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/1064477825008027838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=1064477825008027838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1064477825008027838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1064477825008027838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-one.html' title='I want one'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-6997211772496379559</id><published>2010-04-22T12:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:49:07.596-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cycling'/><title type='text'>Most of Us Dream of Such Anonymity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cyclingnews.com/news/valverde-off-the-pace-at-fleche-wallonne?cid=OTC-RSS&amp;amp;attr=news_headlines"&gt;Cyclingnews&lt;/a&gt; reports from yesterday's Fléche Wallone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Spain's Alejandro Valverde (Caisse d'Epargne) was one of the favourites for Flèche Wallonne but finished a somewhat anonymous eighth, 11 seconds behind Cadel Evans (BMC).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-6997211772496379559?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/6997211772496379559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=6997211772496379559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6997211772496379559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6997211772496379559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2010/04/most-of-us-dream-of-such-anonymity.html' title='Most of Us Dream of Such Anonymity'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-2751430703122771296</id><published>2010-04-19T08:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T08:28:43.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Your Doctors and Coaches Really Do Know What's Best For You</title><content type='html'>Mark Cavendish talking to the &lt;i&gt;The Sunday Times&lt;/i&gt; about his recent setbacks: &lt;blockquote&gt; He revealed that his well publicized dental problems had come after he defied medical orders and returned to training too soon. &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-2751430703122771296?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-2107070093222657942</id><published>2010-04-04T16:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T16:47:28.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“I’m looking forward to it, but I’m also scared shitless.”</title><content type='html'>Brutal honesty from David Millar about next weekend’s Paris Roubaix.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.cyclingnews.com/news/millar-finds-his-calling-in-flanders?cid=OTC-RSS&amp;amp;attr=news_headlines"&gt;Cyclingnews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-2107070093222657942?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/2107070093222657942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-1545730728685275438</id><published>2010-04-01T12:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T12:18:32.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I want some</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.taplister.com/2010/03/30/google-beer-gigabit-ipa-debuts-in-portland-oregon/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blog.taplister.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/gigabit-ipa-color-300x163.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the gigabit speeds and the beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-1545730728685275438?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/1545730728685275438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=1545730728685275438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1545730728685275438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1545730728685275438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-some.html' title='I want some'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-4574217748757929297</id><published>2010-04-01T07:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T07:50:05.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Alberto ‘shoots his pistol’ as many as 200 or 300 times a day,”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://velonews.competitor.com/2010/04/news/reconstructive-surgery-places-contadors-season-in-doubt_110106"&gt;Velonews.com&lt;/a&gt; has the best April Fool’s story I’ve ride yet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-4574217748757929297?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/4574217748757929297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-6979039351046419025</id><published>2010-03-31T22:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:14:47.725-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cycling'/><title type='text'>Bike Thieves Try and Make Off With 15 Bikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cyclingnews.com/news/bike-thieves-caught-in-austria-after-stealing-amore-e-vita-race-bikes?cid=OTC-RSS&amp;amp;attr=news_headlines"&gt;Cyclingews.com&lt;/a&gt; reports that thieves in Austria tried to make off with some of the Amore e Vita-Conad team equipment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The day began terribly when we discovered that 15 race bikes had been stolen along with 28 pairs of Spinergy wheels," Team Manager Cristian Fanini revealed on the team's website.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean people still ride Spinergy wheels???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-6979039351046419025?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/6979039351046419025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=6979039351046419025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6979039351046419025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6979039351046419025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2010/03/bike-thieves-try-and-make-off-with-15.html' title='Bike Thieves Try and Make Off With 15 Bikes'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-6804954435856235903</id><published>2010-03-26T13:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T13:10:12.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprinting, Leadouts and Longevity</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"You just have to look at it that every time you crash, you’re going to get up and walk away from it OK."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Velonews has a great &lt;a href="http://velonews.competitor.com/2010/03/news/interview-with-julian-dean-farrar%E2%80%99s-top-lead-out-man_109227"&gt;interview with Julian Dean&lt;/a&gt; from the Garmin-Transitions team. Any up and coming rider who fancies themselves a sprinter or ever wants to give someone a leadout should read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-6804954435856235903?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/6804954435856235903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=6804954435856235903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6804954435856235903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6804954435856235903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2010/03/sprinting-leadouts-and-longevity.html' title='Sprinting, Leadouts and Longevity'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-4146989737838985141</id><published>2010-03-25T09:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T19:46:29.785-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadgets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cycling'/><title type='text'>Guy Kawasaki Needs an iPad for Riding His Bike</title><content type='html'>Guy Kawasaki was Apple's software evangelist for 4 years and has been "living off this reputation for twenty-three years." Apparently he also likes to pedal his bike:&lt;blockquote&gt;I will probably get an iPad when it's available. I will use it when I'm on my stationary bike because a MacBook is too big and an iPhone is too small for that circumstance. There's a market for Apple: people on stationary bikes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://guy.kawasaki.usesthis.com/"&gt;The Setup&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-4146989737838985141?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/4146989737838985141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=4146989737838985141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/4146989737838985141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/4146989737838985141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2010/03/guy-kawasaki-needs-ipad-for-riding-his.html' title='Guy Kawasaki Needs an iPad for Riding His Bike'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-1913073456751025691</id><published>2010-03-24T18:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T19:47:20.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would You Do if Fabian Cancallara told you to "stay in his wheel"?</title><content type='html'>Win, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;”We knew we had the strength to do it and eventually it was a question of how to put in the crucial attack,” Breschel said. “Fabian approached me and said that he would help me today and he asked me to stay in his wheel. Then he put up an incredible pace in the front of the group. As he let go of the front, I launched a counter-attack and the gap was created immediately.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://velonews.competitor.com/2010/03/news/saxos-breschel-wins-flanders-semi-classic_109096"&gt;Velonews.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-1913073456751025691?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/1913073456751025691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=1913073456751025691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1913073456751025691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1913073456751025691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-would-you-do-if-fabian-cancallara.html' title='What Would You Do if Fabian Cancallara told you to &amp;quot;stay in his wheel&amp;quot;?'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-8431520944074877875</id><published>2010-03-23T09:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T19:06:25.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>High Fructose Corn Syrup is the Devil</title><content type='html'>Princeton researchers find that High Fructose Corn Syrup leads to weight gain even at the same caloric intake. &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/ylbh27g"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/ylbh27g&lt;/a&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://daringfireball.net/"&gt;daringfireball.net&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“In the 40 years since the introduction of high-fructose corn syrup as a cost-effective sweetener in the American diet, rates of obesity in the U.S. have skyrocketed”&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anyone who wants to lose weight just needs to cut out high fructose corn syrup and partially hydrogenated oils. It’s about half of the crap you’ll find in a U.S. grocery store and anything that’s pre-made and pre-packaged. Most other countries don’t even allow food companies to use these products.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-8431520944074877875?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/8431520944074877875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=8431520944074877875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/8431520944074877875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/8431520944074877875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2010/03/high-fructose-corn-syrup-is-devil.html' title='High Fructose Corn Syrup is the Devil'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-3452591530175570067</id><published>2010-03-18T09:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T09:35:46.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;When you think of cycling team training camps you think wine country, coastal views, mountains and extreme team-building exercises- which all immediately lead you to think of Winfield, Illinois, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;This afternoon we kick off the Verizon u25 p/b ABD Team camp and since more than half my team is in school and the other riders have jobs, we’re taking a pass on glamour and scenery and sneaking in a four day weekend to focus on the basics. Those basics include riding (leadouts, attacking, handling), team discussions, one-on-one meetings (me and the riders), learning more about Verizon and our Droids, and plenty of cooking and eating. (Based on this weekend’s forecast it looks like Saturday and Sunday will be heavy on the meetings.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;Since Rosa and I are still housesitting next to my parents and Dad happens to be in Arizona for 10 days, we’ll be taking over both houses (and garages) for the next four days. That means it’s a quick stroll for the guys down to the &lt;a href="http://www.abdcycling.com"&gt;ABD Indoor TT&lt;/a&gt; on Saturday and as an added bonus, staying in the ‘burbs makes it easy for Verizon superstar/hammerhead/chef extraordinaire Mark Swartzendruber to come out and pound all the guys into submission (on the bike)- then teach us all how to cook. The last time I had Mark’s cooking was when he joined us for the ABD camp in Tucson in 2003, and that was possibly the best salmon I’ve ever eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;My training has.... ummm... sucked the past year or so, so I’ll be playing the “I’m just the manager” card quite a bit this weekend. Since all the riders’ schedules are still pretty hectic this week with classes, travel and work, I’ve split most of the days up into two rides with intensity in the morning and endurance in the afternoon. That makes it easier for them to jump in when they can and for me to jump out if I have to. (I’m also hoping to make a run for the border in the next day or two because the team car will be ready to be picked up in Wisconsin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;Time for me to straighten up the place and go do some carbo-loading... it’s not too late for that, right? Stay tuned to &lt;a href="http://www.verizoncyclingteam.com"&gt;www.verizoncyclingteam.com&lt;/a&gt; and the team’s &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/VerizonU25Cycling"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/vzwU25cycling"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; pages for stories and pics from camp.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-3452591530175570067?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/3452591530175570067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=3452591530175570067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/3452591530175570067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/3452591530175570067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2010/03/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-8314963085187173234</id><published>2010-03-11T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:47:36.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"It"</title><content type='html'>http://www.verizoncyclingteam.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-8314963085187173234?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/8314963085187173234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=8314963085187173234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/8314963085187173234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/8314963085187173234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2010/03/httpwww.html' title='&amp;quot;It&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-595992854136539327</id><published>2010-02-15T07:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:14:47.448-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cycling'/><title type='text'>L.A. to Chicago &amp; Back to Bike Racing (almost)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I’ve been pretty inactive with this blog over the past year- and the last post I had about bike racing went back to April 2009. I’ve thought about posting plenty of times, but usually when I had something to write about I was too busy to write about it,  couldn’t really talk about it, wanted to only talk about gadgets (my not-so-secret fetish), or my thoughts would have disintegrated into politically charged grumblings- which is well outside the scope of my expertise. But for the last three or four months I’ve been almost exclusively focused on “It” and fortunately, I’m going to be able to officially spill the beans about “It” very soon. It’s not a huge secret, some folks on &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/mikeebert"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/mebert"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; might even have seen the occasional hint or excited message from the people I’m working with- but we’re still a very few important steps from having all the i’s dotted and t’s crossed- and until then nothing’s official. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But “It” has a backstory, and It was a major catalyst in Rosa’s (my wife) and my decision to move from Los Angeles to Chicago (in Winter!), which has resulted in temporarily living in the suburbs in the house next door to my parents (which really is just like “Everybody Loves Raymond”, and extremely entertaining to be a character in). And actually, the story behind “It” doesn’t even go that far back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Last summer I was planning for a new chapter in my life- sort of- I was going to go back to school. I was preparing to take the GMAT and apply for a few different MBA programs. I was hoping to take my experiences from working with ABD, of organizing events and people and teams,  and learn how to do it in “the business” world. I was still planning to stay involved with cycling during school- riding my bike and coaching a few athletes- but my studies would have been my top priority. A friend had planted the MBA seed in my brain last April or May and I found myself getting very cerebrally excited about an MBA program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then in mid-August Rosa and I were back in the Midwest for the Downers Grove Criterium and to visit family and friends. We were driving through the middle of rural Wisconsin farmland, enjoying time away from Los Angeles, when I got a phone call from a number I didn’t recognize. I answered it and the ensuing conversation was very short and very exciting. A couple of guys had a vision for a new project, it was related to cycling, and they wanted to know if I wanted to run It?  It was far from a sure thing, there was no money (yet), and It offered no long-term security. So of course I said, “I’d definitely be interested”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The simple fact is that the cerebral excitement of going back to school and getting my MBA was no match for a gut-reaction, butterflies in my stomach and a rush of adrenaline. I’ve been racing bikes since I was 14, and occasionally I would think that maybe it’s time for something new, but for me life in the cycling world is exciting and intensely satisfying- whether it’s winning a race, watching a teammate or athlete I coach win a race, helping run an event for a few hundred people, or just having a great workout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So, a few days after the initial phone call, I meet with these guys to talk about It before heading back to LA. We met at a Starbucks next to the airport so we could talk before my flight out, which kind of made me feel like a businessman- no MBA required! Despite the fact that It is just a twinkle in all of our eyes, Rosa and I start throwing around ideas on the flight back to L.A. We’ve always talked about living in Chicago, but this time the conversation was much more serious... and we were excited. However, once we got back to L.A. we shelved the talk for a while and went on with our lives in California. I stayed busy with prep work for ABD’s Fall Fling, a couple of new coaching clients and talks with riders about the 2010 ABD Elite team. I even finally went to Disneyland for the first time ever (thanks Katy and Billy!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then, in mid-September, I got another call about It. They’d decided to head in a little bit different direction (my heart sank a bit, we talked a few more minutes)... but then, “So, do you still want to be involved?” Heart soars: of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Rosa and I talked again- excitedly and nervously. Los Angeles had been our home for six years, the hub of Rosa’s craft (acting), and we’d never considered moving to Chicago so seriously. But deep down we know the nervousness is why we should do it. We’re young, we’re mobile, why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I flew back to the Midwest for three weeks to help run the Fall Fling and I met again with the key players. As is often the case, the more I learned about It the more nervous I became. Things sounded great, but I knew better than to get too excited too early, and especially after the bottom dropped out of the economy in October of 2008 and riders, teams, clubs and events were left with no funding. Sometimes this nervousness of mine disintegrated into fear, but it actually felt ok—kind of like cliff diving. I knew the water was deep enough because if we moved to Chicago there were plenty of other opportunities, but that still didn’t take away from the fear and the rush of jumping in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Rosa and I talked more via video-chat, but we postponed a final decision until I was back home so we could talk to face to face. (Technology and gadgets are no match for the rich subtleties of actual experience.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I flew back to L.A. on October 13th, we waited a couple of days, and then one evening we opened up a nice bottle of wine and talked. And we decided to move... by Thanksgiving. Even if It didn’t work out then we’d at least have the opportunity to live in the city, and we decided that after a year we’d evaluate whether or not to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now that a decision had been made, we started to clean house and by the first weekend of November almost every piece of furniture we owned had been sold on Craigslist. For the next few weeks we lived off a couple of TV trays, an exercise ball, an office chair and an air mattress. We realized, for better or worse, that as long as we have our beloved kitchen amenities (knives, cutting boards, pots &amp;amp; pans, coffee maker) and an internet connection we don’t care much about the rest of the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Rosa packed constantly for three weeks. What was left of our possessions had to fit into 285 cubic feet of moving company space and a 1994 Nissan Sentra. We sold Rosa’s ’99 Nissan Sentra in four hours on Craigslist because we thought my car would have been a tough sell with it’s many quirks and bike grease stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The move itself is a long, funny story that you can read about over on Rosa’s blog &lt;a href="http://createyourhappy.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-move-part-one.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://createyourhappy.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-move-part-two.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It involves a broken down car just 120 miles outside of L.A., a tow truck, a few airports, Thanksgiving in Phoenix, and ultimately a flight to Milwaukee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Upon our arrival to the Midwest in early December we moved into my parents’ extra bedroom. Our stuff arrived (mostly undamaged) a few days later and was stashed away in their basement. Now that I was local I worked away on “It” with a clear goal in sight but still nothing signed, sealed or delivered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Two weeks later we flew back to Phoenix for a wonderful Christmas with Rosa’s family. Then, on Christmas Day we flew back to Chicago to celebrate Christmas with my family. And six days later, on January 1st, we flew down to Costa Rica for 12 days to take our delayed honeymoon and celebrate our one-year anniversary. The trip was also to fulfill a deal I made with myself that if my wife agreed to move to the Midwest- in Winter- then I’d take her some place warm. Costa Rica was amazing and despite my getting sick for a day we had a great time. Unfortunately, the day we returned from Costa Rica I got sick again, and it was pretty bad. Rosa had never seen me that sick before. I lost obscene amounts of weight and for the first time in my cycling life I’ve been consciously trying to put on the pounds—and I won’t lie, it’s kind of nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Once I started to feel better we began to look for apartments in the city and we immediately fell in love with Chicago: great people, great neighborhoods and everything is within a few minutes of everything else. We started to get excited about unpacking our things that had now been in boxes for two months. We saw a few places that were possibilities, but nothing really perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then, during one of our apartment hunting days in the city I received a phone call that my parents’ neighbor has passed away. His name was Bill Enders and he was a great guy and also Winfield’s first paid fireman. He, his wife and their daughters would come over during family parties and the neighborhood always felt a little safer knowing Bill was keeping an eye on things. His daughters decided that they didn’t want to leave the house vacant in winter so they made us an offer that we really couldn’t refuse: would we mind housesitting? Umm... (we thought about it for a day, then thought about saving money that we’re not actually making anyway since “It” hasn’t made an official penny...), you bet we would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So for now we’re rocking the suburbs, enjoying life in the Midwest, the proximity of our friends and family, keeping an eye out for that perfect place in the city, and working on It. Hopefully I can talk about It soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-595992854136539327?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/595992854136539327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=595992854136539327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/595992854136539327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/595992854136539327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-to-chicago-back-to-bike-racing.html' title='L.A. to Chicago &amp;amp; Back to Bike Racing (almost)'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-2496636277929140974</id><published>2009-11-19T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:25:32.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Family Ever</title><content type='html'>Sister Ana just arrived in to LA to help pack and celebrate our last few days here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Jodi is in Fiji with boyfriend Christian and got a one day layover in LA to hang out on her way home (among the boxes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Dawn and Uncle Kevin are driving up on Sunday to spend an afternoon with all of us at Lucky Baldwin’s Pub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Bridget is organizing Brother Sean’s 21st birthday party this weekend in the hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad Greg is driving 3.5 hours to help Mom Mary Lee &amp;amp; Dad RayJ keep the peace during said birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drive to Mom Cathy’s in Phoenix on Wednesday to eat food, ride bikes and be merry with the Riveras &amp;amp; LaMore clans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In-law, step-, half-, biological and domestic partner are dumb words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is an awesome word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys- bring on the holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-2496636277929140974?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/2496636277929140974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=2496636277929140974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2496636277929140974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2496636277929140974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-family-ever.html' title='Best Family Ever'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-646019562174332145</id><published>2009-08-01T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T12:48:06.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it's ADD</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates- the cliff notes are on Twitter (over  &lt;br&gt;there in the sidebar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-646019562174332145?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/646019562174332145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=646019562174332145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/646019562174332145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/646019562174332145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe-its-add.html' title='Maybe it&apos;s ADD'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-3436017251017726535</id><published>2009-05-11T10:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:27:32.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Rupert Murdoch Will Never Be as Rich as Scrooge McDuck (although he's close)</title><content type='html'>The &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ft.com/cms/s/0/afcc5024-3d97-11de-a85e-00144feabdc0.html?nclick_check=1"&gt;Financial Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; reports this morning that the &lt;em&gt;Wall Street Journal&lt;/em&gt; website will begin accepting micro-payments for individual articles this year. This immediately made me think that Rupert Murdoch (owner of the WSJ and owner or director of several other media outlets, has visions of diving headfirst into a vault of micro-payments and swimming around in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m actually a big fan of the Journal and it’s the only paper I’d have home delivered if I didn’t travel so much, but micro-payments for articles will never work. I’m willing to drop 99 cents on a song I want to listen to over and over or $4.99 for an app or game I use again and again, but I’m not going to purchase an article that I will most likely read once- and I don’t think others will either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Murdoch’s goal isn’t even to get rich from the micro-payment business model, but just save his rather big slice of the news’ industry. Either way, it’s a bad idea and hopefully someone is still at the drawing board working on something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-3436017251017726535?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/3436017251017726535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=3436017251017726535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/3436017251017726535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/3436017251017726535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-rupert-murdoch-will-never-be-as.html' title='Why Rupert Murdoch Will Never Be as Rich as Scrooge McDuck (although he&amp;#39;s close)'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-2316961376453307529</id><published>2009-04-19T21:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:12:19.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Days in the U.S. Pro Cycling Scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Three domestic pros with impressive resumes are handed pink slips.&lt;br /&gt;Another sponsor bites the dust.&lt;br /&gt;Philly’s in trouble just seven weeks out.&lt;br /&gt;New names in the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2009 domestic cycling season has started out unlike any other I can remember. It seemed to start out big with Tour of California and Lance’s comeback, but those two high points didn’t resonate down through the ranks. Unfortunately, it seems like many of the U.S. domestic scene’s woes can be attributed to the economic downturn. Events, teams and riders all find themselves strapped for cash and unable to fulfill hopeful promises they made before the big dive last October. It’s also become apparent just how inter-dependent these three entities are upon one another as budgets grew bigger and bigger. Most of us are in this sport because we love it, and that includes several promoters and sponsors who barrel forward with a vision using primarily raw energy and passion. Oftentimes things work out, but as the economic bottom continues to drop out many teams and riders are being left in the cold. I know my hindsight is 20-20, but if everyone had just taken a slightly more objective, business-minded look at the 2009 season there might not be as many events, teams and riders floundering about as there are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the end of 2008 season, it seemed that teams were the first to cry uncle as several called it quits before the season was even over. Sky-high gas prices last summer forced a lot of team managers (including little-old ABD) to rethink their programs. It was like a financial tornado ripped through the budget as road trips and airline tickets became the most expensive items by a long shot. I have a lot of respect for directors like Tamayo and Carney that knew they had to reduce their programs and the amount of travel for ‘09 in order to survive. Those two have spent some time in the trenches as riders and are all too familiar with the “no-dough-by-June” scenario that many fledgling teams and riders get sucked into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand there’s Michael Ball, who seems to have good intentions but also very little experience in the cycling world. Unfortunately he piped a good enough tune to attract several great riders to his program that probably knew better but just wanted a job this year. Now cycling fans around the country might unfortunately get to watch on the main stage what has happened time and time again to smaller programs. Let’s hope I’m wrong- the fact that &lt;a href="http://velonews.com/article/90956"&gt;Creed, Baldwin and Grajales were fired last week&lt;/a&gt; before the season even began is a shame. I thought that the UCI or USAC had some sort of B.S. litmus-test that they applied to each team to make sure things like that don’t happen, but my guess is that since Mr. Ball snuck those three in on his “amateur” team he didn’t have to provide proof of anything for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as some teams pulled the ripcord late last year so did events. I also have a lot of respect for those promoters that knew right off the bat that they had to postpone for a year or reduce their agenda. The ones that moved forward on a hope and/or a prayer only to cancel have now left gaping holes in riders and teams schedules- leaving them without opportunities to to show some return on investment for their sponsors. (Again, I really hope I’m wrong and events like Philly are a go). Cycling is just like a lot of businesses in that there needs to be an answer to the “what have you done for me lately?” question. Without a strong domestic calendar teams currently have meek answers to that question and now we see sponsors like &lt;a href="http://www.cyclingnews.com/news.php?id=news/2009/apr09/apr20news2"&gt;Successful Living pulling out of their programs&lt;/a&gt; mid-season. Would Successful Living had pulled their sponsorship (or would Michael Ball have been able to attract more money) if there had been a packed NRC calendar for teams to strut their stuff the past couple months? But even if the calendar had been full, would teams have been able to afford to attend them? It’s difficult to say, but a weak domestic calendar for the past two months has lead to one more crumbling piece of the puzzle- thin press coverage of the domestic scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a strong domestic calendar teams are scattered throughout the country and &lt;a href="http://www.velonews.com/"&gt;VeloNews&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.cyclingnews.com/"&gt;CyclingNews&lt;/a&gt; coverage doesn’t seem to be as focused as when they know which event is THE event of the week. The last two domestic races to receive much coverage were Sea Otter and Battenkill (on the same weekend), and if you look through the results their is basically one or two pro teams followed by lots of amateurs. It’s awesome that young guys are getting shots at the P-R-O’s, but it makes you wonder where all the other pro riders and teams are. Events aren’t attracting fields that showcase the best riders in the U.S. and thus attracting the press coverage that those events and teams can show off to their sponsors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here’s my “i-drank-three cups-of-coffee-this-morning-just-throwing-it-out-there" solution to bolster the U.S. cycling scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to guarantee that riders always have a place to show off their talents and sponsors, regardless of the economic conditions, there needs to be a solid, consistent U.S. calendar. USA Cycling needs to remove the financial barriers to entry for an event to be on the National Racing Calendar and grant NRC status to events that have proven to be well-run and rider friendly. If an event has an enormous prize list that’s great too, but it’s most important to build consistency into the calendar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well-run event means there is an A to Z work plan in place well ahead of time and there are competent people to execute it. I would say that most often a first-year event does not qualify for NRC status, however if it is a team of race-promoting veterans running it and can insure a multiple year commitment then it qualifies (i.e. &lt;a href="http://www.tourofamericasdairyland.com/"&gt;the TOAD series&lt;/a&gt; in Wisconsin this year has Ochowicz and Schuler involved). If you’re a first time promoter with a huge cash windfall then it only makes sense that you recruit some people that know what their doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By ”rider-friendly“ I mean a an event with a challenging, safe course that allows for the strongest guys to come out on top. It also means that the event’s date on the NRC calendar allows for a reasonable amount of time for teams to travel to it. For instance, having all the West Coast events back-to-back in March and April makes sense when most riders spend the early season training there, but to then throw an East Coast event like the U.S. Open in there right before riders would have to be back at Sea Otter or the Tour of Gila doesn’t make sense. Rider-friendly also means that promoters should allow Category 1 amateurs into their races if pro teams don’t fill the field (many NRC promoters already do this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USA Cycling should set aside a ”base amount“ of funding for each event on the NRC calendar that helps insure its return year after year in case they were to hit a financial rough spot. The funds would be a minimal amount that insures a safe, smooth running event, not prizes or any amount that could line a promoter’s pockets. That amount of money would be stated in the A to Z plan from the get go so there were no surprises for USAC. As far as prizes in a down economy, if an event is hard up then riders can race for a donated furniture set (ask ABD’er Pat Murphy about that) or some old brick like they do in Europe. As long as you have a well-run event and aren’t charging an exorbitant entry fee for a 15 minute race then riders will be there. Illinois’ own Hillsboro-Roubaix started out as a modest event but the promoters’ do an exemplary job and it’s a unique course so the event has quickly grown to be THE early season race in the Midwest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But truthfully, as much as I would like USA Cycling (or some governing body) to call me up so we can start working on my plan, I just hope that as the NRC calendar picks up on the East Coast in May we see a return to ”normalcy“: stacked fields, solid coverage, excited fans and satisfied sponsors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-2316961376453307529?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/2316961376453307529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=2316961376453307529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2316961376453307529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2316961376453307529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2009/04/strange-days-in-us-pro-cycling-scene.html' title='Strange Days in the U.S. Pro Cycling Scene'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-8108545874528665533</id><published>2009-04-02T17:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:09:15.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannondale News - Take 2</title><content type='html'>Dorel Industries, Cannondale’s parent company, continues to prove they care nothing about people or bikes and exemplify everything that is wrong in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a href="http://www.velonews.com/article/90148"&gt;a follow-up interview with Velonews&lt;/a&gt; they explain their move to cut their Bedford, PA staff from 300 to 100 by saying “the cost of domestic production made the decision ‘crystal clear’ from an economic perspective.” Later in the article Jeff McGuane, president of Cannondale Sports Group’s North American division, says &lt;span style="color: rgb(34,34,34);"&gt;"It was painful to make the decision we took today; the people in Bedford are the soul of Cannondale.“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least the painful decision to cut out their soul was crystal clear “from an economic perspective”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-8108545874528665533?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/8108545874528665533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=8108545874528665533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/8108545874528665533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/8108545874528665533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2009/04/cannondale-news-take-2.html' title='Cannondale News - Take 2'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-4361251321935602595</id><published>2009-04-02T15:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:09:45.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannondale News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.velonews.com/article/90139"&gt;Velonews reports that Cannondale's parent company announced a move to overseas production&lt;/a&gt;- “allowing the reduction of Bedford workforce from 300 workers to 100.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, "allow them" ?!?! What kind of sugarcoat job is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never been a huge Cannondale fan but this is sad news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-4361251321935602595?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/4361251321935602595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=4361251321935602595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/4361251321935602595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/4361251321935602595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2009/04/velonews-reports-that-cannondales.html' title='Cannondale News'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-602040245366824533</id><published>2009-03-30T12:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:10:41.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend for the Workers</title><content type='html'>Jeff Louder and Danny Pate earned some well-deserved results this last weekend with Louder taking the Redlands title and Pate scoring second at the Criterium International. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an awesome and interesting year for U.S. cycling- even without the two comeback kids. Leipheimer, Vandevelde, Farrar, Phinney, Hincapie, etc are in the mix in Europe and here at home there is no clear domestic powerhouse. Fly V takes San Dimas, BMC takes Redlands and Ouch, Rock, Bissell, and Jelly Belly are all right there in the hunt. Now there isn't another NRC or USACPT event until April 26th at &lt;a href="http://www.danapointgrandprix.com"&gt;Dana Point&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know our guys are chomping at the bit to get in the mix and it's going to be exciting to see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-602040245366824533?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/602040245366824533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=602040245366824533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/602040245366824533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/602040245366824533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-for-workers.html' title='A Weekend for the Workers'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-8945154699210345375</id><published>2009-03-20T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:12:55.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancellara Learns a Training Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;From his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.velonews.com/article/89455/cancellara--i-am-not-a-machine-"&gt;recent interview in VeloNews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;Cancellara talks about being dead last at this year’s Tirreno-Adriatico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That was a bit different, to see the Olympic champion, the double world champion, starting first in a time trial, that doesn’t happen often!” he said. “I was sick, then I crashed, and now I have sinus problems. That’s what happens when you use your body hard without any training.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(0,0,0);"&gt;Even the champs get a little eager, or maybe just his team and the sponsors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-8945154699210345375?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/8945154699210345375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=8945154699210345375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/8945154699210345375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/8945154699210345375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2009/03/cancellara-learns-training-lesson.html' title='Cancellara Learns a Training Lesson'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-7352263175135628936</id><published>2009-03-14T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:17:31.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love riding bikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/Sbw7C-BVLdI/AAAAAAAAAqM/5guJJtegJBo/s1600-h/photo-751872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/Sbw7C-BVLdI/AAAAAAAAAqM/5guJJtegJBo/s320/photo-751872.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313186582584700370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-7352263175135628936?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/7352263175135628936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=7352263175135628936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/7352263175135628936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/7352263175135628936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-riding-bikes.html' title='I love riding bikes'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/Sbw7C-BVLdI/AAAAAAAAAqM/5guJJtegJBo/s72-c/photo-751872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-1832930285555191098</id><published>2009-03-06T11:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:25:05.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Really, UCI? Are you serious?</title><content type='html'>CyclingNews reports that five ProTour teams &lt;a href="http://www.cyclingnews.com/news.php?id=news/2009/mar09/mar06news3"&gt;may not be allowed to start Paris Nice&lt;/a&gt; unless they plop 60k Euro into the biological passport coffers by the end of business today. Granted, these teams should have paid up a long time ago, but it still sounds a bit mafioso. I’m picturing Patrick Lefevere walking into the back of some smoky French cafe and dropping a briefcase full of money onto Pat McQuaid’s table. McQuaid counts the money, nods, says, “Thank you, Patrick”, and hands over the teams’ bibs numbers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-1832930285555191098?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/1832930285555191098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=1832930285555191098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1832930285555191098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1832930285555191098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2009/03/really-uci-are-you-serious.html' title='Really, UCI? Are you serious?'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-8894565392909454354</id><published>2009-03-05T18:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:29:19.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 ABD Team Bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Pretty sweet. Rode it for the first time today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SbBuNduK85I/AAAAAAAAAoc/teue5EXhF6E/s1600-h/IMGP1842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SbBuNduK85I/AAAAAAAAAoc/teue5EXhF6E/s400/IMGP1842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309865138265453458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-8894565392909454354?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/8894565392909454354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=8894565392909454354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/8894565392909454354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/8894565392909454354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2009/03/2009-abd-team-bike.html' title='2009 ABD Team Bike'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SbBuNduK85I/AAAAAAAAAoc/teue5EXhF6E/s72-c/IMGP1842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-1611965156618324915</id><published>2009-02-26T16:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:32:10.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Wrap-Up and Back To Bike Racing (for real this time!)</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven’t been “checking in” much the past couple months. I’ve got two reasons: 1/2/09 and 2/14/09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is the day we got married and the second was the date of our Chicago reception. People told us how much work a wedding can be, but I don’t think I ever really “got it”.  Getting married, and doing everything ourselves (with the help family and friends), is like having another full-time job. This is of course why the Wedding Industrial Complex exists and how people can make careers out of being wedding planners. We’d work our “real jobs” all day and then as soon as we got home would switch to wedding mode. When we went for a ride or a hike, we’d be talking about details.... before we went to bed, we’d be working on projects. I would have to start another blog to try and thank all the family and friends who helped pull it off. I’d call it “Ebert Gushes About How Much He Loves all The People In His Life”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But was it all worth it? Oh, hell yes. As I mentioned earlier, I know the groom probably doesn’t think about his wedding day like a bride might, but both events were everything I dreamed of and I’d like to think our guests had a genuinely good time (and if you didn't, come out to California and I’ll make it up to you).  We’ve got some amazing video evidence from Mike Novelli (yes, Mike Farrell’s former mechanic) in his February 7th post at &lt;a href="http://risingmoonvideo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://risingmoonvideo.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and pictures from our man Eric Schwab at &lt;a href="http://genefischer.exposuremanager.com/g/mike_and_rosa"&gt;http://genefischer.exposuremanager.com/g/mike_and_rosa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with all this wedding stuff going on I can’t say I was riding my bike all that much. In fact, I haven’t ridden much in two years- racing and training just had to take a back seat. For starters, I was off the bike all winter in ‘06 doing physical therapy. Then the PT lead to the &lt;a href="http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2007/05/lowdown-somethings-gotta-give.html"&gt;hernia&lt;/a&gt;. Then &lt;a href="http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2007/05/note-having-your-wedding-in-two.html"&gt;Matt’s wedding in Austria&lt;/a&gt;. Then &lt;a href="http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2007/07/tendonitis-of-what.html"&gt;tendonitis&lt;/a&gt; from the hernia operation. Then &lt;a href="http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2007/10/grandma-g.html"&gt;Grandma&lt;/a&gt;. Then &lt;a href="http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2007/10/short-post-big-news.html"&gt;semi-retiring&lt;/a&gt; as ABD event director. Then &lt;a href="http://www.venturacountystar.com/news/2007/dec/25/san-marchi-voice-owner-publisher-and-editor/"&gt;Jeff&lt;/a&gt;. Then the job with &lt;a href="http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/07/paparazzi-are-dumb.html"&gt;Carter Thor&lt;/a&gt;. Then getting &lt;a href="http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-12-day-in-pictures.html"&gt;engaged&lt;/a&gt;. Then the &lt;a href="http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-that-sucked.html"&gt;car accident&lt;/a&gt;. Then &lt;a href="http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-again.html"&gt;returning to ABD&lt;/a&gt; full-time. Then some tumultuous team negotiations. Then the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to right now, sitting in my home-office in L.A., sipping some coffee, writing an update, and getting ready to go ride my bike. There are still a lot of priority projects right now (prepping for ABD’s ‘09 events, raising sponsorship, coaching my athletes, helping &lt;a href="http://www.prairiepathcycles.com/"&gt;PPC&lt;/a&gt; with projects, managing the team)- but it feels like my plate is emptier than it has been in a long, long time and it’s nothing but healthy portions of cycling.  Being back in town last weekend for ABD Indoor TT #3 was a great motivator and I was once again overwhelmed by the hard work and great attitude of all the ABD’ers that make our events happen. Being the “front office” guy for ABD and spending a lot of time with my wife in California means I don’t get to be at all of the events and I forget just how much fun they are. Talking with different people reminded me about how the TT Series is a great event not just for the workout but for rekindling both friendships and rivalries from seasons’ past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to finish off my “healthy meal of cycling” metaphor- for dessert I’m going to train my butt back into shape and help the team get out and win some races. Last Sunday I decided to jump in and do my first indoor TT in five years- despite having ridden only about two dozen times in the last 6 months. The TT reminded me of many painful things, but gave me some hope for the season ahead. At my fittest I could hold about 280 watts for an hour and weighed around 154lbs (obviously with those numbers I’m not bragging here). But now I weigh in around 140 and with no training was able to hold 292 watts for 15 minutes. Again, those aren’t earth shattering figures but they give me some hope. One of the joys of training with power (which I’ve been doing since ‘01), is that you have such specific personal benchmarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the painful reminders from the TT: 1) Bike racing is all about suffering 2) I’m no wattage-cottage 3) I’m not immune from the periodization of training. Just 10 days ago at our ABD “Race and Training Planning“ meeting I went over some basics of training and I used the metaphor of how structured, consistent training is like making deposits in your fitness bank and then racing, max efforts and sickness are like making withdrawls. Well, apparently two steady days of tempo efforts the week before the TT were not enough of a deposit to cover the the withdrawl I made at the TT (on top of travel, work and lack of sleep). The night after the TT I was asleep by 7:30 p.m. and have been fending some sort of illness off ever since. And my overzealousness at getting to race the TT on &lt;a href="http://www.abdcycling.com/gallery/view_photo.php?set_albumName=album21&amp;amp;id=IMG_4806"&gt;my new team Madone&lt;/a&gt; (floral print towel not included) is the exact reason I always recommend people talk with a coach or trusted friend when it comes to training. It’s important to have a sounding board that helps you keep sight of the big picture and realize when it’s time to either throttle back or open it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it’s time to put the bike together and go do an easy, overdressed spin around Griffith Park to sweat a bit and get some fresh air. There will be no ”opening it up" for me until I’m back to feeling 100%.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-1611965156618324915?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/1611965156618324915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=1611965156618324915' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1611965156618324915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1611965156618324915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2009/02/wedding-wrap-up-and-back-to-bike-racing.html' title='Wedding Wrap-Up and Back To Bike Racing (for real this time!)'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-2777583847651556651</id><published>2009-02-12T10:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:45:34.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Illinois- prepping for Round 2</title><content type='html'>I’ve wanted nothing more than to drop some updates in here about bike racing, training, coaching, life- I even started writing a few. However, the 6 weeks between our wedding and the Chicago reception this weekend has just been a continuation of the whirlwind. Rosa and I were looking forward to a slowdown, but were probably a little naive to think there’d be much of a breather between the two events. But it’s all good, and we only get to do this once in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I’d like to say again just how stoked I am about the ‘09 Team, how proud I am to be a member of the ABD Club, and how excited I am to be back in the fold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-2777583847651556651?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/2777583847651556651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=2777583847651556651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2777583847651556651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2777583847651556651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-illinois-prepping-for-round-2.html' title='In Illinois- prepping for Round 2'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-4958105283043585907</id><published>2009-01-14T10:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:53:42.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Married, It's Awesome</title><content type='html'>Our wedding in Phoenix turned into a six day party- exactly what I’d always wanted. I know it’s the bride that traditionally dreams of her wedding day, but I’m not ashamed to admit I thought about it once or twice- and always as a multi-day fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many friends and family helped out to make it an extraordinary and unique event. There was lots of laughter, some appropriate crying and at the end of the night everyone danced like fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after three weeks in Phoenix we started our Honeymoon this past Sunday- at home. It’s pretty tough to beat 80 degree weather, sunshine, mountains, and having all our own stuff (including a new Wii to play with). Sure there’s some work to be done, but that’s o.k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our man Eric &lt;a href="http://genefischer.exposuremanager.com/g/mike_and_rosa"&gt;did an outstanding job on the photos&lt;/a&gt;, and many bike shop customers will remember Mike Novelli, &lt;a href="http://risingmoonvideo.com/"&gt;who’s working on the video&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-4958105283043585907?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/4958105283043585907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=4958105283043585907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/4958105283043585907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/4958105283043585907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-married-it-awesome.html' title='I&amp;#39;m Married, It&amp;#39;s Awesome'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-5748242047841091657</id><published>2008-12-23T10:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:09:56.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert Days, and on a more important note</title><content type='html'>After the odd rainy day here in Phoenix yesterday, today looks to be a nice, dry, sunny 58 degrees. I believe that’s the kind of day that calls for a long lunch with a bike ride after a morning’s work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the foremost thing on my mind since the moment I woke up. Today marks one year since Rosa’s dad passed away. We miss you, Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SVEbTv6j4YI/AAAAAAAAAg4/rzP-YpTjVik/s1600-h/jsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SVEbTv6j4YI/AAAAAAAAAg4/rzP-YpTjVik/s320/jsm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283033863975854466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-5748242047841091657?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/5748242047841091657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=5748242047841091657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/5748242047841091657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/5748242047841091657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/12/desert-days-and-on-more-important-note.html' title='Desert Days, and on a more important note'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SVEbTv6j4YI/AAAAAAAAAg4/rzP-YpTjVik/s72-c/jsm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-619657918147029141</id><published>2008-12-22T18:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:54:02.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stabbed in the Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UPDATE: I have removed the beginning of this post as I brought what should have been private conversations here into my public forum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, the situation says that much more about the ABD Elite Team roster taking shape for 2009. As of right now our guys are basically racing for free because they know what it means to be a part of the cycling community, how to win bike races, and do it with integrity. Our bike industry sponsors (especially PPC) know that too and we owe them big for taking care of the team next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-619657918147029141?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/619657918147029141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=619657918147029141' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/619657918147029141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/619657918147029141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/12/stabbed-in-back.html' title='Stabbed in the Back'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-4509564928456339361</id><published>2008-12-18T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:08:08.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>E-Mail of the Day</title><content type='html'>I’m not one to share correspondence because it’s usually catty and will get you in trouble, but this one from an ABD event participant is a gem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: rgb(0,78,177);"&gt;Will you have more fans at Winfield?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: rgb(0,78,177);"&gt;Last year during my first TT, I did not have a fan blowing any air into my face to cool me. As a result, within 3 minutes of my start, the sweat was just pouring down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: rgb(0,78,177);"&gt;I was more prepared at my second attempt a few weeks later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: rgb(0,78,177);"&gt;See you in a few weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If, like me, you immediately thought “fans” meant spectators then you understand what makes this so special- if not, read it again with that in mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just one more convulsion away from spitting coffee all over my laptop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-4509564928456339361?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/4509564928456339361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=4509564928456339361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/4509564928456339361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/4509564928456339361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-mail-of-day.html' title='E-Mail of the Day'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-2521124053711563104</id><published>2008-12-17T14:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:45:49.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes Me Thirsty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;Everyone should see this little gem that Luke over at &lt;a href="http://www.chicagobikeracing.com/"&gt;Chicago Bike Racing&lt;/a&gt; discovered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/07FBHH-ii7M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/07FBHH-ii7M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-2521124053711563104?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/2521124053711563104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=2521124053711563104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2521124053711563104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2521124053711563104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/12/makes-me-thirsty.html' title='Makes Me Thirsty'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-796187584635241678</id><published>2008-12-16T10:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:54:39.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it ain't so...</title><content type='html'>I’ll admit that Rock Racing hasn’t always been my favorite squad, but I hope there isn’t much to the recent &lt;a href="http://www.velonews.com/article/86002/team-rock-racing-could-be-affected-as-rock--republic"&gt;VeloNews story about the companies financial woes&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock’s combination of Southern California flashiness, roster spots taken up by convicted dopers, and a fleet of Escalades really doesn’t do it for me (as much as I loved Cipo’s return). However, there are definitely plenty of hard working bike racers on the team and I admire Michael Ball’s ambition to sign as many out-of-work riders as he could this winter. For a while there I was joking with an out-of-work pro that it seemed Ball would just sponsor the whole American racing scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something really bad happens though, then I say Michael Ball and Stein Bagger should be chained to Computrainers and forced to race for our entertainment for the rest of their lives, a la &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0286244/"&gt;Triplets of Belleville&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-796187584635241678?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/796187584635241678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=796187584635241678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/796187584635241678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/796187584635241678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/12/say-it-ain-so.html' title='Say it ain&amp;#39;t so...'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-3900380852250551678</id><published>2008-12-11T16:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:03:58.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pro/Am Madness</title><content type='html'>The recently released &lt;a href="http://velonews.com/article/85772/us-registered-continental-teams-for-2009"&gt;2009 US continental Teams’ roster list&lt;/a&gt; is a topic worthy of the SNL Weekend Update’s &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/38512/saturday-night-"&gt;“Really?” and “OMG, Are you serious?”&lt;/a&gt; departments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names like Pipp, Clarke and Wherry are nowhere to be found... “Really?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there’s the &lt;a href="http://velonews.com/article/85771/rock-racing-moves-some-big-names-off-its-continental-squad"&gt;recently announced Rock Racing club team&lt;/a&gt; including Mike Creed, Chris Baldwin, Cesar Grajales and Rashan Bahati... “Oh My God, are you serious?“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if they’ll be lining up at Elite Nationals with the rest of us....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-3900380852250551678?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/3900380852250551678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=3900380852250551678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/3900380852250551678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/3900380852250551678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/12/proam-madness.html' title='Pro/Am Madness'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-6664513783977738156</id><published>2008-12-08T20:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:17:40.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again</title><content type='html'>        If it’s true that I’m my own boss I really should have fired my ass at this whole blogging thing by now. A span of over two months with nary a peep is completely unacceptable. But you know what? I’m the boss of this here blog and since I’ve been a little busy I’m going to give myself another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Busy with what?”, you may ask. Well, since you may have asked, I’ve been filling my days with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;moving into the new apartment &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;planning a wedding (actually 1 wedding &amp;amp; 2 receptions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;race directing the Fall Fling (even raced a stage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a trip to Phoenix (bridal shower #2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ran a Cannonball Film Festival at the Studio (sooooo awesome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;negotiating with riders for the 2009 ABD Elite roster (can’t wait to announce this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;negotiating sponsorships in a down economy (our industry sponsors are stepping up big)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing catch-up after being hired back at ABD full-time (happy to be back in the bosom of my cycling family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trip to Chicago (PPC, ABD and other various meetings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and did I mention helping to plan a wedding? (I can’t really even take that much credit as Rosa is rocking away at planning the majority of this party)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        So now I’m on a plane back to Burbank and I have to admit there are things going on in here that reinforce while LA is a special place. I can see two people on their laptops typing away in Final Draft on what could be the next great indie flick &lt;em&gt;or &lt;/em&gt;summer blockbuster. There’s a tattoo artist on a laptop working on his website.  Another guy appears to be running some music mixing program, and then I know I’ve seen the tall redhead sitting behind me in a movie. Los Angeles is definitely the land of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        But having said all that about LA, I can definitely identify with something Christian Vandevelde said last night during his appearance at the ICA awards banquet.  Steve Thordarson, founder of SmartCycling and my first coach, asked Christian what kept him grounded through all the ups and downs of his career. Christian said, “I just remember who I am and where I came from. That’s one of the main reasons I moved back to Chicago”. No doubt about it, Chicago is good people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-6664513783977738156?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/6664513783977738156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=6664513783977738156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6664513783977738156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6664513783977738156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-again.html' title='Back Again'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-1576021620005373220</id><published>2008-09-24T09:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:36:24.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Office for Off-Season Bike Racers: Not Just Yet</title><content type='html'>Test out that late season fitness at the &lt;a href="http://www.abdcycling.com"&gt;ABD/GEARGRINDER Fall Fling&lt;/a&gt; stage race these next two weekends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-1576021620005373220?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/1576021620005373220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=1576021620005373220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1576021620005373220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1576021620005373220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/09/office-for-off-season-bike-racers-not.html' title='Office for Off-Season Bike Racers: Not Just Yet'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-2207879030594880399</id><published>2008-09-15T22:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:52:40.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice for off season bike racers #3</title><content type='html'>Take off your cyclecomputer/heart rate monitor/power meter for the  &lt;br&gt;rest of the season.&lt;p&gt;Get back to basics: if it&amp;#39;s warm enough to ride outside and you want  &lt;br&gt;to ride- just go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-2207879030594880399?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/2207879030594880399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=2207879030594880399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2207879030594880399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2207879030594880399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/09/advice-for-off-season-bike-racers-3.html' title='Advice for off season bike racers #3'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-7891514368438238906</id><published>2008-09-13T19:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:21:09.640-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cycling'/><title type='text'>Advice for off season bike racers #2</title><content type='html'>For every new thing you plan to do or change this off-season or next season with the goal of being a better bike racer... try a new type of food, beer, wine, cigar or read a new book, magazine or blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will remind you that sometimes new things are AWESOME... but sometimes they suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-7891514368438238906?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/7891514368438238906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=7891514368438238906' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/7891514368438238906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/7891514368438238906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/09/advice-for-off-season-bike-racers-2.html' title='Advice for off season bike racers #2'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-3021580386345990876</id><published>2008-09-12T18:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:34:48.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice for off season bike racers #1</title><content type='html'>Enjoy Happy Hour, even if you don&amp;#39;t have a beverage.&lt;p&gt;Sent from handheld&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-3021580386345990876?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/3021580386345990876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=3021580386345990876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/3021580386345990876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/3021580386345990876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/09/advice-for-off-season-bike-racers-1.html' title='Advice for off season bike racers #1'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-1568384892284415195</id><published>2008-09-03T22:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:56:18.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Vacation Ever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SL9qWWbDoaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/QghiQPn8huE/s1600-h/2008+California+Coast+-+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SL9qWWbDoaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/QghiQPn8huE/s400/2008+California+Coast+-+091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242025423491277218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year Rosa and I had the opportunity to kick it around Germany, Austria and England for a week. This year it was a Trek Travel trip along the Northern California Coast. How can you pick one of those over the other? It’s close to impossible (but since one included my best friend’s wedding I suppose it has a slight edge...) But regardless, this vacation was beyond anything a cyclist like me could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.mac.com/m.ebert#100016"&gt;We posted some photos over at the MobileMe gallery&lt;/a&gt; , and they pretty much speak for themselves. Gorgeous scenery, delicious meals, plush accommodations and great company. Anyone looking for a not-so-run-of-the-mill vacation needs look no further than a Trek Travel trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-1568384892284415195?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/1568384892284415195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=1568384892284415195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1568384892284415195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1568384892284415195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-vacation-ever.html' title='Best Vacation Ever?'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SL9qWWbDoaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/QghiQPn8huE/s72-c/2008+California+Coast+-+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-8386512601205813714</id><published>2008-08-31T01:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:10:52.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y, hey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SLpCMWZUb1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/hfSQvnQKw5U/s1600-h/photo-793298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SLpCMWZUb1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/hfSQvnQKw5U/s320/photo-793298.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240573896336633682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Do Rosa and I know how to party or what? Neither of us have any idea &lt;br /&gt;how we fit all this stuff in 525 sq feet for all these years- and &lt;br /&gt;we're not even sure where it all came from! As we unpack I'm sure &lt;br /&gt;quite a bit will get kai-zahned! (according to the Mike Farrell &lt;br /&gt;definition of kai-zahn...which is the equivalent of making everything extraneous in a room disappear)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-8386512601205813714?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/8386512601205813714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=8386512601205813714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/8386512601205813714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/8386512601205813714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/08/s-t-u-r-d-y-hey.html' title='S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y, hey!'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SLpCMWZUb1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/hfSQvnQKw5U/s72-c/photo-793298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-2824011604980413218</id><published>2008-08-30T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:11:12.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Plans!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SLl_MGLOlfI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ccf7yJhNgco/s1600-h/photo-772829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SLl_MGLOlfI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ccf7yJhNgco/s320/photo-772829.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240359487215146482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After 75, 90 and 50 mile days with Coach Farrell, we started to shift  &lt;br&gt;gears to prepare for the Trek Travel trip. This photo says it all.  &lt;br&gt;There are lots more photos and stories to come, but we have to get  &lt;br&gt;moved to our new apartment by Monday. As long as the DSL is up and  &lt;br&gt;running I promise more soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-2824011604980413218?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/2824011604980413218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=2824011604980413218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2824011604980413218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2824011604980413218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/08/change-of-plans.html' title='Change of Plans!'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SLl_MGLOlfI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ccf7yJhNgco/s72-c/photo-772829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-997232259351797432</id><published>2008-08-21T22:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:42:00.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Whose Idea Was This?</title><content type='html'>        75 miles the first day was a little tough, but bearable. So the second day we started out on a ride from Ojai to the Santa Ynez Valley that I estimated would only be about 70 miles.         Fortunately, I placed a call to fellow flatlander Mark Swartzendruber to ask him about the route I planned to take up over the San Marcos Pass. Mark’s brother lives in Santa Barbara and he’s fortunate enough to spend a few weeks every year riding in the area. Mark informed me that the main road included a lot of traffic that didn’t give bike riders too much room, and if we wanted to go up the “old road” then it would be like climbing Snake Alley for 10 miles. After three and a half ours in the saddle and packs on our bikes? Uh, no. Mark recommended that we head up the coast and take the 101. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was definitely easier going on the coast and the ocean air was nice and cool... but the ride ended up being closer to a 95 miles and there was one 15 minute, HOT, inland climb near the end that just about did us in. Although the bags are only 15 lbs or so, it definitely makes things a lot tougher. And it’s not even necessarily the weight as much as the way it redistributes the weight. The seatpost racks provide an upside down pendulum effect- but we’re getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;        At least after that hot climb we had about 6 miles of easy downhill into Buellton, and then another flat three miles over to Solvang where we called it a night. Another 15mph average put us at just over 6 hours in the saddle, and we felt it. Of course, it wasn't anything a delicious dinner at Cafe Angelica’s and a bottle of ‘05 Epiphany Petite Syrah couldn’t help with.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-997232259351797432?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/997232259351797432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=997232259351797432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/997232259351797432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/997232259351797432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-2-whose-idea-was-this.html' title='Day 2: Whose Idea Was This?'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-9004419133963228751</id><published>2008-08-20T08:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:06:29.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Northbound</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Farrell and I began our great trip North in what is my&lt;br&gt;first self-supported touring ride. El presidente (mike) flew in Monday&lt;br&gt;night, and Tuesday morning we loaded up our seatpost mounted racks and&lt;br&gt;hit the road for a three day trip taking us from Glendale to Ojai,&lt;br&gt;Ojai to Santa Ynez, and then Santa Ynez to Morro Bay where Rosa will&lt;br&gt;meet us before we drive the rest of the way to San Francisco for the&lt;br&gt;start of our Trek Travel coastal trip.&lt;p&gt;The original plan called forjuw to ride all the way from LA to San&lt;br&gt;Francisco (a trip of about 450 mles) but due to time constraints we&lt;br&gt;just cut it to a 3-dayer with anywhere from 75 to 90 miles a day. I&lt;br&gt;kind of thought we were being slackers with only that much riding- but&lt;br&gt;the terrain is pretty tough here and that extra 20 lbs of weight (rack&lt;br&gt;+ clothing) makes a big difference. We averaged 15mph the first day,&lt;br&gt;which considering the mountains and 30 mile headwind section, I&amp;#39;m ok&lt;br&gt;with. Today&amp;#39;s mountians are a little bigger, but we get a long coastal&lt;br&gt;section, which will be a much needed repreive from the heat of our&lt;br&gt;inland ride yesterday.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ll try and send some pics during the day if I have some decent cell&lt;br&gt;phone reception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-9004419133963228751?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/9004419133963228751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=9004419133963228751' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/9004419133963228751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/9004419133963228751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/08/northbound.html' title='Northbound'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-2195105608239774029</id><published>2008-08-16T00:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:59:49.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Racing Bikes Is Fun!</title><content type='html'>(posted by handheld- sorry for any eggregious spelling or gramat errors)&lt;p&gt;Although it&amp;#39;s been waaayyy too long since I&amp;#39;ve dropped in an update,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll try and not bore anyone with the details of my tardiness.&lt;br&gt;Suffice it to say I&amp;#39;m still working for ABD and the ABD/Geargrinder&lt;br&gt;team, working for Carter Thor Studio, riding my bike to work and any&lt;br&gt;other time I can, and oh yeah, getting married in about 4.5 months AND&lt;br&gt;looking for a new apartment. The last one has actually been the most&lt;br&gt;consuming thing of the past few weeks. The night we got the letter&lt;br&gt;from the landlord that he was raising the rent (again) we started&lt;br&gt;driving around looking at places. We&amp;#39;re narrowing in on what we&lt;br&gt;want/need/can afford and hopefully we can check that whole moving&lt;br&gt;thing off the list soon. After almost 4 years in a 525 sq. foot&lt;br&gt;apartment, we&amp;#39;re anxious to go bigger and add bedroom #2 for an&lt;br&gt;office/guest room for all the family and bike riders we love having&lt;br&gt;stop in. The extra space will certainly give us a little breathing&lt;br&gt;room with so much going on right now, and it seems like the only time&lt;br&gt;I get any solid workouts in anymore are when a teammate stops in to&lt;br&gt;whip me into shape.&lt;p&gt;And speaking of getting whipped... back to the bike racing.&lt;p&gt;While back in the Midwest last weekend for a sweet double ABD/Family&lt;br&gt;bridal shower, I decided to join the ABD/GG boys up at the Glencoe&lt;br&gt;Grand Prix. Nothing helps you sweat out two nights of eating and&lt;br&gt;drinking like some good old fashion suffering. Contrary to what my&lt;br&gt;scientifically minded current and former teammates think, I do believe&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m capable of putting the suffer meter on 11 every once in a while.&lt;br&gt;And seeing as how my weekly training volume is under 6 hours right now&lt;br&gt;(I won&amp;#39;t admit just how far under 6), racing against a bunch of dudes&lt;br&gt;fresh off 1,000 laps of Superweek certainly meant I would suffer...&lt;br&gt;And I did.&lt;p&gt;But it really wasn&amp;#39;t too bad. There were a few laps where I was&lt;br&gt;further up on the nose of my saddle than I&amp;#39;ve been in the past five&lt;br&gt;years, but once the break was established it was business as usual and&lt;br&gt;I had fun rolling along with the guys, doing our best to keep it all&lt;br&gt;together until our riders lapped. The only thing that comes close to&lt;br&gt;the satisfaction of winning a bike race is the satisfaction of playing&lt;br&gt;a part in a well-executed strategy. That&amp;#39;s why see guys like&lt;br&gt;Cancallara and O&amp;#39;Grady just slaying themselves in the Tour for their&lt;br&gt;leader, because if they do their job for the day then they can go to&lt;br&gt;bed happy men. And if their man takes the lead, then they cam take&lt;br&gt;pride in that and take a bit of prize money to boot.&lt;p&gt;Now I&amp;#39;m not saying we were anywhere close to Canca and Stuey, but the&lt;br&gt;team did a great job of executing the plan and keeping control of the&lt;br&gt;race. It was almost so much fun I forgot about the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-2195105608239774029?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/2195105608239774029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=2195105608239774029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2195105608239774029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2195105608239774029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/08/racing-bikes-is-fun.html' title='Racing Bikes Is Fun!'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-7964093874979509841</id><published>2008-07-29T23:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:50:45.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Ride A Bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SI_79Lyh3BI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Sr7V_AHGBUo/s1600-h/IMG00080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SI_79Lyh3BI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Sr7V_AHGBUo/s400/IMG00080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228674720955751442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, at least this is one reason... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the workday I get out the door, make myself hurt, and get to see scenery like this as I head up the "Rock Shop" climb on the Mulholland Highway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rosa and I have often discussed/pondered this question: what's to be said about how we cyclists crave the pain we inflict on ourselves- when our goal is the lactic acid burn and sensation of coughing up blood? Are we masochists? Is it like a drug that numbs our brains? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't say I'm a masochist, and in fact might even admit I'm a bit of a wimp... but I do enjoy the way an extended, anaerobic effort seems to have the effect of blowing the cobwebs out of your body and your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason Rosa and I always talk about it is because the way I love the physical pain is the same we she and other actors love the emotional pain.  She can't understand why I like to do this to myself and I have no clue why someone would want to strip themselves to the emotional core while other people are watching... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...but maybe it's because we do understand that we work out o.k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-7964093874979509841?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/7964093874979509841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=7964093874979509841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/7964093874979509841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/7964093874979509841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-i-ride-bike.html' title='Why I Ride A Bike'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SI_79Lyh3BI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Sr7V_AHGBUo/s72-c/IMG00080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-4091061832446831829</id><published>2008-07-24T22:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:11:39.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paparazzi are Dumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SIlSbtvfjuI/AAAAAAAAARY/o-81Pnz-0M4/s1600-h/IMGP1543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SIlSbtvfjuI/AAAAAAAAARY/o-81Pnz-0M4/s400/IMGP1543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226799478628912866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron had a coaching with a high-profile client tonight, who I escorted up the stairs, so my mug might be appearing on your favorite celebrity gossip website some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after these morons almost caused several accidents, they just camped outside our building and snapped photos anytime a door opened. We could see flashes up in the office... and after a while I decided to turn the tables...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morons... but I’m not sure what the guy in the chef’s hat is doing, and I do have to give props to the guy wearing the Air Jordan’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a job, what a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-4091061832446831829?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/4091061832446831829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=4091061832446831829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/4091061832446831829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/4091061832446831829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/07/paparazzi-are-dumb.html' title='Paparazzi are Dumb'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SIlSbtvfjuI/AAAAAAAAARY/o-81Pnz-0M4/s72-c/IMGP1543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-2751072913041078398</id><published>2008-07-18T09:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:43:57.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Will &amp; Pate on NPR</title><content type='html'>NPR had a little blurb on the Tour this morning, complete with quips from Will as he battles his inner demons to a mountaintop finish and a brief interview with Danny Pate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=92663973&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Danny doesn't mind my man-crush, it's just nice that we jadded fans get to root for the good guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-2751072913041078398?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/2751072913041078398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=2751072913041078398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2751072913041078398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2751072913041078398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/07/will-pate-on-npr.html' title='Will &amp; Pate on NPR'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-6206739483842016748</id><published>2008-07-17T21:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:43:06.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't think Tricky Ricky Ricco saw my hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R7C0zq-BUUI/AAAAAAAAACM/0ZI6BpW8F7k/s320/hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R7C0zq-BUUI/AAAAAAAAACM/0ZI6BpW8F7k/s320/hat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-6206739483842016748?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/6206739483842016748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=6206739483842016748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6206739483842016748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6206739483842016748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-think-tricky-ricky-ricco-saw-my.html' title='I don&apos;t think Tricky Ricky Ricco saw my hat'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R7C0zq-BUUI/AAAAAAAAACM/0ZI6BpW8F7k/s72-c/hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-3964622898202984687</id><published>2008-07-13T01:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:27:45.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Found picture from our neighborhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SHrVj_imKhI/AAAAAAAAAQY/OyfI2QoiYRo/s1600-h/picATM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SHrVj_imKhI/AAAAAAAAAQY/OyfI2QoiYRo/s320/picATM.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222721532218190354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe this cash machine is getting fresh with me.... it says:&lt;div&gt;"Please dip your card in the slot and take it out - so we can begin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-3964622898202984687?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/3964622898202984687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=3964622898202984687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/3964622898202984687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/3964622898202984687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/07/found-picture-from-our-neighborhood.html' title='Found picture from our neighborhood'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SHrVj_imKhI/AAAAAAAAAQY/OyfI2QoiYRo/s72-c/picATM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-1252666466546420220</id><published>2008-07-12T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:15:21.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Team Reporter</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, I’m actually updating a blog regularly... just not mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout Superweek I’ll be posting nightly reports from the team at both the ABD News Blog and the Team page. The ABD News feed is right at &lt;a href="http://www.abdcycling.com"&gt;www.abdcycling.com&lt;/a&gt; and the team is at www.abdcycling.com/elitemen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-1252666466546420220?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/1252666466546420220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=1252666466546420220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1252666466546420220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1252666466546420220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/07/team-reporter.html' title='The Team Reporter'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-7231551058392318848</id><published>2008-07-10T09:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:41:14.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Has Been Running Through my Head 24/7</title><content type='html'>Many family members and friends had told me about Flight of the Conchords, but it wasn't until we visited Jodi up in Oakland that we had a chance to watch a few episodes... and now I have a big old mancrush on these two guys and can't get this sequence and song out of my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9nyDfHP0fME&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9nyDfHP0fME&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-7231551058392318848?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/7231551058392318848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=7231551058392318848' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/7231551058392318848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/7231551058392318848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-has-been-running-through-my-head.html' title='What Has Been Running Through my Head 24/7'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-9056883710363475845</id><published>2008-07-08T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:30:19.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Fellas</title><content type='html'>Just a brief update on the ABD/GEARGRINDER squad: these guys were fast this past month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with Carter taking second at the Winfield Twilight Criterium (technically on May 31st). Then Rob White nabbed the “W” the first day of June at the ABR National Championship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week later our man Jeff Schroetlin started to flex his “summer muscles” by driving the 6-man breakaway at the Tour De Winghaven, flatting with 2 miles to go, and bridging back up in time to get 4th place! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend after that Rob White lapped the field with two other riders (including former ABD’er Frankie Dierking) en route to taking the Wisconsin State Crit Title, and his brother Ryan took the field sprint for 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was another big Wisco weekend: the Grafton Twilight Criterium and GEARGRINDER’s own Sheboygan Criterium. Mr. Carter didn’t disappoint the hometown fans, catching the late breakaway from Bissell pro Garret Peltonen in the final straightaway to notch Saturday’s win and outsprinting Jittery Joe’s pro (and another former ABD’er) Chad Hartley on Sunday. (There’s a great video of Saturday’s finish courtesy of Tim Keeley at &lt;a href="http://www.abdcycling.com/public/grafton/Grafton.mov"&gt;www.abdcycling.com/public/grafton/Grafton.mov&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To round out the month of June, Schroetlin’s form continued to improve and at the Proctor Criterium he finished as the first Illinois rider across the line to take the IL state title!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to finish off the pre-Superweek preparation, this past weekend the team did the double 1-2 as Ryan and Rob White executed perfect team tactics to finish first and second, respectively, at the UWW Road Race, and in Sunday’s ABR State Championship Schroetlin agained manhandled the field, lapping them twice &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;leading out Josh Carter for 2nd place en route to taking 1st himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-9056883710363475845?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/9056883710363475845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=9056883710363475845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/9056883710363475845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/9056883710363475845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/07/fast-fellas.html' title='Fast Fellas'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-6600387516165230585</id><published>2008-07-04T14:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T00:55:45.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Celluloid at the Cemetery</title><content type='html'>I'm sure that every time you're at the cemetery and see the big white wall of a mausoleum you say to yourself, "wow, what a great place to watch a movie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you don't say that because it's absurd, creepy and maybe a little disrespectful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there's Hollywood Forever- a cemetery whose entire back property line borders the Paramount Studios and where many of Hollywood's stars and starlets are buried. And just in case you don't remember some of the names many had their portrait etched into the headstones.  It's really the epitome of Los Angeles- a town that is all about being seen. So with that in mind, I don't think the deceased are bothered that 2,000 people gather in an empty corner of the cemetery every summer weekend night to watch classic Hollywood films projected on the side of an enormous mausoleum- especially since the $10 cover charge goes towards preserving the original prints of the old movies as well as beautification of the cemetery grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosa, her sister, and I joined our friends Reah and Andrew last weekend for our first Hollywood Forever experience, and it was one of the coolest things I've ever done in this town. There was also a strong sense of community that I haven't experienced often in L.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the movies don't start until it's dark (around 9:30 pm), the gates open at 7:30 and the party actually begins around 6 pm. That's when everyone begins to arrive to get a good place in line, but in order to do so your entire party needs to be present, so groups spread out their blankets and chairs on the front lawn and start with appetizers and cocktails. Then when the gates open it's a respectful, hushed dash down the lanes and to the back corner, where everyone sets up the blankets and chairs once again, and this time dive in on their main course for the evening. Some groups even bring low tables, candles and we also saw a fondue fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night's showing feature was Hitchcock's "The Man Who Knew Too Much", starring Jimmy Stewart and Doris Day. Rosa and I actually just saw it for the first time not more than a couple of months ago, so it was a pleasure to be able to pay just as much attention to the crowd as the movie. I'm sure that watching a film with that many people evoked some of the same feel that audiences experienced back in the hey-day of the local moviehouse. The cheering was more boisterous, the tension was thicker, and the laughing louder. We were definitely all in it together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-6600387516165230585?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/6600387516165230585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=6600387516165230585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6600387516165230585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6600387516165230585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/07/celluloid-at-cemetery.html' title='Celluloid at the Cemetery'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-6634858912778644312</id><published>2008-06-26T08:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T09:20:46.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Called out... ok, I give.</title><content type='html'>Rick DeMoan called me out that my sorry excuse for a blog had gone from plain old boring to being worthy of an afternoon nap- which is where I rate watching golf (nothing put's my to sleep like watching people walk around a well-groomed lawn). That's ok, Rick, I deserve it (although if you'd called me out in the comments section at least it might have sparked some lively commentary). But I routinely violate the two rules of proper blogging: 1) stay focused and 2) update often, so here's the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I'll write about cycling, but the whole cycling thing ain't working out for me right now. As many of you know, life happens. Last season started out great, then came the hernia. I hobbled through the end of the season, then more important things came up through the Fall and Winter. Then just as I finally started hit my stride last month, the car accident. Whatever I did to my ribs kept me off the bike for about 3 weeks, but I started hiking. Then I decided to jog up and down the mountain on Sunday... and ripped apart my legs to the point I can hardly walk. Why is it that running down a mountain rips apart your legs like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's where I'm at. All that time and energy that went into training? I'd like to think it's going into cognition: work, reading, writing-  sorry, just not blog writing, and social commentary is definitely outside the scope of this blog (an article in the month's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atlantic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200807/google"&gt;Is Google Making Us Stoopid?&lt;/a&gt; , confirmed my need to unplug a little more too). Cameron and I are also working on a few big projects right now, including a couple of books, so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until I start riding regularly again, or I have something entertaining to write, or I hear requests for a 29-year old's rambling about the good, bad and ugly life out here in L.A. ... I got nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-6634858912778644312?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/6634858912778644312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=6634858912778644312' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6634858912778644312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6634858912778644312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/06/called-out-ok-i-give.html' title='Called out... ok, I give.'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-6236288041736530</id><published>2008-06-15T22:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:22:23.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hundred Years of Solitude</title><content type='html'>Quite possibly the best and most important book I've ever heard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until now the top picks were &lt;i&gt;Lolita, Sons and Lovers, To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/i&gt; ... but ... Gabriel Garcia Marquez... wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 Years of Solitude was similar to Sons and Lovers in that it took me a long time to get into it (I must have started it and restarted it four or five times over the past three years), but once I hit page 70 it was this beautiful, tragic story that just kept building momentum, carried along by the weight of Marquez's masterful storytelling. The last 80 pages took me two weeks to finish because the story could only end one way, and I didn't want it to end. And that's exactly how I felt at the end Sons and Lovers- I just didn't want it to end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reviewer from the NY Times wrote in his initial review of the book in 1970 that he thought 100 Years of Solitude should be required reading for the entire human race after the Book of Genesis, and I'd agree. Marquez reminds us of the lessons we've learned throughout our lives without being preachy or paternizing, but rather showing them to us through a kalediscope that separates the lessons into an eternity of mezmerizing reflections and refractions of experiences and emotions that every human being has experienced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-6236288041736530?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/6236288041736530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=6236288041736530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6236288041736530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6236288041736530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-hundred-years-of-solitude.html' title='One Hundred Years of Solitude'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-5568465203741347184</id><published>2008-06-12T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:09:37.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Business as usual at the Nature Valley Grand Prix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.velonews.com/article/77439"&gt;http://www.velonews.com/article/77439&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-5568465203741347184?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/5568465203741347184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=5568465203741347184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/5568465203741347184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/5568465203741347184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/06/business-as-usual-at-nature-valley.html' title='Business as usual at the Nature Valley Grand Prix'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-4689138313348876627</id><published>2008-06-10T22:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:40:52.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now something good: the ABD and ABD/GEARGRINDER riders</title><content type='html'>I know some of this is old news, but I still feel all warm and fuzzy inside about it. Head on over to www.ABDcycling.com and check out the results pages, news blog and reports blog for updates from the past few weekends.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up, major props to the ABD crew that pulled off the Midwest's biggest three-day Masters' series and turned around four days later to put together our biggest and smoothest running Winfield Criterium Weekend ever- over 675 riders in two days! And then to top it off, ABD'ers had some great results in the hometown races with New Kids on the ABD Block Sebastian Grinstein winning the Cat 5 men under 40, Gabe Looker taking the Cat 3's and Rob White scoring the win for the ABD/GEARGRINDER squad in the Cat 1/2 race!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this past weekend, in keeping with the "hometown" results theme, the ABD Multisport squad tore it up at the Batavia Triathlon &amp;amp; Duathlon, which is literally out the front door of the Prairie Path Cycles-Batavia store. Props to Kim Malmquist, the first female duathlete across the line, Scott Pahl for taking his age group and Gretchen DeMong for taking the silver in her age group!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on a final note, although it's an "out of area" event, it's very noteworthy that Gabe Looker and Ron Bridal took 2nd and 3rd at Sunday's brutally hot Tour de Winghaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I'm to0 far away to do it (back in LA now), I hope all the ABD'ers give each other a well-deserved pat on the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-4689138313348876627?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/4689138313348876627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=4689138313348876627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/4689138313348876627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/4689138313348876627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/06/now-something-good-abd-and.html' title='Now something good: the ABD and ABD/GEARGRINDER riders'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-6078251128996837420</id><published>2008-05-31T08:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T08:59:37.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, that sucked....</title><content type='html'>So, I'm back in the Midwest to help with the Winfield Criterium&lt;br /&gt;Weekend. Things are a little crazy running last-minute errands for the&lt;br /&gt;race, when out of nowhere some 16 year old kid overcorrects a mistake&lt;br /&gt;and takes a detour at a 45 degree angle into oncoming traffic... and I&lt;br /&gt;happen to be oncoming traffic, driving back towards the bike shop at&lt;br /&gt;about 45 miles per hour.&lt;p&gt;I audibly say "oh sh&amp;amp;%", and it wasn't until later that I realized I&lt;br /&gt;considered three options (bike racers will identify with this post-&lt;br /&gt;crash-recollection of your stream of consciousness), I can:&lt;br /&gt;a) swerve to the right and hit him more head on&lt;br /&gt;b) swerve to the left and hit an SUV in oncoming traffic&lt;br /&gt;c) just stay the course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stick with (c) and it's unavoidable, loud, fast, expensive and a&lt;br /&gt;little painful. I get a cut on my wrist and bruised ribs, my&lt;br /&gt;counterpart gets a burn on his face from his airbag. Both cars get&lt;br /&gt;totaled. But most importantly, we both had our seatbelts on, get out&lt;br /&gt;of our cars, and walk away. (Although as you'll see from the pics&lt;br /&gt;below I shudder to think if he'd had a passenger in the car.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All my siblings happen to be home this weekend too from various&lt;br /&gt;locations around the country, so when I call for someone to pick me&lt;br /&gt;up, everyone comes along.... and Mom figures there couldn't be a&lt;br /&gt;better time to get the Christmas Card photo. Sure, her car's totaled&lt;br /&gt;(sorry Mom), but she's got all her kids home for a weekend and we're&lt;br /&gt;alive and healthy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SEFlD-zFEDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/aR-e7YNGZQw/s1600-h/IMG_0489-763669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SEFlD-zFEDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/aR-e7YNGZQw/s320/IMG_0489-763669.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206553763288256562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SEFlFpjyFVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_fgmaU4fU3Y/s1600-h/IMG_0486-770289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SEFlFpjyFVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_fgmaU4fU3Y/s320/IMG_0486-770289.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206553791946691922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SEFlGYKAXpI/AAAAAAAAAK8/R8Z7hC5N4UY/s1600-h/IMG_0483-772746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SEFlGYKAXpI/AAAAAAAAAK8/R8Z7hC5N4UY/s320/IMG_0483-772746.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206553804455042706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-6078251128996837420?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/6078251128996837420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=6078251128996837420' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6078251128996837420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6078251128996837420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-that-sucked.html' title='Well, that sucked....'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SEFlD-zFEDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/aR-e7YNGZQw/s72-c/IMG_0489-763669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-4693126584622731479</id><published>2008-05-25T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T15:52:12.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another gorgeous day in LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SDnfjSWS8fI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M43IGmIsOQA/s1600-h/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNTQuanBn%3F%3D-732868"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SDnfjSWS8fI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M43IGmIsOQA/s320/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNTQuanBn%3F%3D-732868"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204436641717088754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sent from handheld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-4693126584622731479?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/4693126584622731479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=4693126584622731479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/4693126584622731479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/4693126584622731479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-another-gorgeous-day-in-la.html' title='Just another gorgeous day in LA'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SDnfjSWS8fI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/M43IGmIsOQA/s72-c/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwNTQuanBn%3F%3D-732868' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-1231551811864867241</id><published>2008-05-14T19:07:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:58:45.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>May 12: A Day in Pictures</title><content type='html'>May 12th is my birthday. A couple of weeks ago Rosa asked me what I wanted to do for it and I blurted out "Ride my bike to Santa Barbara". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=4742777364222378846,34.216710,-118.888070%3B15653746391888344942,34.314490,-118.880130%3B17217551338729425038,34.344620,-118.909450%3B12352962738286469643,34.355909,-118.966312%3B3220692364377466789,34.448520,-119.234760&amp;amp;saddr=agoura+hills,ca&amp;amp;daddr=Lynn+Rd+%4034.216710,+-118.888070+to:Walnut+Canyon+Rd+%4034.314490,+-118.880130+to:Grimes+Canyon+Rd+%4034.344620,+-118.909450+to:S+Mountain+Rd+%4034.355909,+-118.966312+to:E+Ojai+Ave+%4034.448520,+-119.234760+to:34.386513,-119.373322+to:Santa+Barbara,+CA&amp;amp;mra=dpe&amp;amp;mrcr=0&amp;amp;mrsp=6&amp;amp;sz=10&amp;amp;via=1,2,3,4,5,6&amp;amp;sll=34.296934,-118.922882&amp;amp;sspn=0.501455,1.2854&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=AARTsJoXuqqtB6XhnWVBB2peULb-rskpQA&amp;amp;ll=34.363844,-119.231873&amp;amp;spn=0.793524,1.167297&amp;amp;z=9&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=4742777364222378846,34.216710,-118.888070%3B15653746391888344942,34.314490,-118.880130%3B17217551338729425038,34.344620,-118.909450%3B12352962738286469643,34.355909,-118.966312%3B3220692364377466789,34.448520,-119.234760&amp;amp;saddr=agoura+hills,ca&amp;amp;daddr=Lynn+Rd+%4034.216710,+-118.888070+to:Walnut+Canyon+Rd+%4034.314490,+-118.880130+to:Grimes+Canyon+Rd+%4034.344620,+-118.909450+to:S+Mountain+Rd+%4034.355909,+-118.966312+to:E+Ojai+Ave+%4034.448520,+-119.234760+to:34.386513,-119.373322+to:Santa+Barbara,+CA&amp;amp;mra=dpe&amp;amp;mrcr=0&amp;amp;mrsp=6&amp;amp;sz=10&amp;amp;via=1,2,3,4,5,6&amp;amp;sll=34.296934,-118.922882&amp;amp;sspn=0.501455,1.2854&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=34.363844,-119.231873&amp;amp;spn=0.793524,1.167297&amp;amp;z=9&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan was to park my car at our boss's place in Augora Hills and ride 90 miles inland over the mountains, through Ojai, down to the coast and then up to Santa Barbara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride started out pretty well, overcast and in the high 50's. I had the roads to myself at 10AM on a Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/ebert79/SCuIgjGWqgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ux0L-7UuJDA/IMG00034.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ventured into the canyons northwest of Simi Valley, which are full of massive sand and gravel pits. It's fun descending but a little crazy with all the trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/ebert79/SCuIeDGWqfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DLUtwyDI51Y/IMG00035.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the Heritage Valley: birthplace of many an orange, avocado and strawberry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/ebert79/SCuIiDGWqhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iavkp1W5WMo/IMG00037.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; Next up came the serene Ojai Valley... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/ebert79/SCuIczGWqeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zzyQfZFvAJo/IMG00040.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...then up and over the climb at Lake Casitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/ebert79/SCuJYzGWqpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AYMjsqIExfw/IMG00041.jpg?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eventually down to the Pacific Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/ebert79/SCuIiTGWqiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/k7r1fSws2Wc/IMG00045.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Where the lovely Rosa Linda met me on the beach for a picnic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/ebert79/SCuIrzGWqmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Sv0sbLlJo_I/IMG_2146.JPG?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I asked her to marry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, it's official! Take another gander at her left hand in case you missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's just one reason why I love this woman: when we're deciding on a restaurant for dinner that night, she says, "You better not pick some fancy place just because we got engaged. I'm totally down for the Brewhouse". The Brewhouse is a great little brewery &amp; restaurant away from the main, fancy strip-- so to the Brewhouse we went for a delicious dinner and some celebratory beverages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was going to be tough to match May 12, 2007, which was spent at my best friend's wedding in Austria, but I think we pulled it off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-1231551811864867241?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/1231551811864867241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=1231551811864867241' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1231551811864867241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1231551811864867241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-12-day-in-pictures.html' title='May 12: A Day in Pictures'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/ebert79/SCuIgjGWqgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ux0L-7UuJDA/s72-c/IMG00034.jpg?imgmax=512' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-4532538064477626855</id><published>2008-05-07T01:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T01:41:39.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>Catch Up- what I feel like I might be doing when it comes to racing with my teammates this summer. These boys are fast! Big props to Rob White and his 6th place overall at the recent USA Crits Speed Week. Most guys at that race have been going full tilt for a couple of months, and the ABD/GEARGRINDER squad is just getting their legs under them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch Up- what I'm doing with this blog entry. Man, what have I been doing for two weeks? Oh, that's right, working. The new job with Carter Thor Studios has been going well.. and then when I get home from that gig (or on my lunch breaks) I'm taking care of some ABD communique, which is getting hot and heavy now with the 40k TTT this Saturday and then both the big Memorial Day Weekend Msters Races and the Winfield Criterium Weekend at the end of the month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I have been able to get four or five days of riding in a week too, but no real long rides yet- mostly 90 minute to 2 hour hard workouts. Lots of threshhold and "on road mountain biking" up in Griffith Park and the Hollywood Hills. Riding in the neighborhoods that follow the borders of the park is a blast, the roads are steep, twisty and in horrible shape! The pavement is super cracked and uneven, creating all these mini jumps, berms and obstacles. But all the rich stars and starlets have built their houses so on top of each other that the roads are barely wide enough for one car- much less a road crew! There have been several occasions when I've launched off  a lip or over a massive pothole on a descent only to have to grab a handful of brakes to avoid becoming a hood ornament on some Mercedees or Porsche whipping around a hairpin turn.... And yes, I am still talking about riding my road bike.  Knock on wood, but my Bontrager x-lites and Serfas tires have neve failed me on that loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, it hasn't all been work and riding, I am happy to report that I'm reading a great book right now too: 100 Years of Solitude. I started it three years ago and kept rereading the first 40 pages, but once I pushed through to about page 70 it all became clear and I was hooked. Anyone who's read it or wants to read it and discuss, please shoot me an email. It feels good to get the old English major wheels turning again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-4532538064477626855?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/4532538064477626855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=4532538064477626855' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/4532538064477626855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/4532538064477626855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/05/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-2396688862011196761</id><published>2008-04-21T14:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T14:44:29.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stats</title><content type='html'>Read 'em and weep folks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours and 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;24 miles&lt;br /&gt;1,700 feet of climbing&lt;br /&gt;2 sections that required a push&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the stats for Rosa's first ride of 2008 on Saturday. I told her that we didn't need to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the way &lt;/span&gt;over the mountain to the Rose Bowl, but she said she was "going big or going home", God bless her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, she's been a little sore the past couple days, but not too bad. I installed my compact crankset (50/34) and the 12-27 on her bike, so she was able to maintain a decent cadence on a ride that is all uphill or downhill- no flat roads to speak of.  Of course, this also forces me to ride big boy gears now, which is probably a good thing- but I rode that compact for almost a year now (including Superweek and the August crits last year) and it was pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the ABD/GG squad took another win on Sunday with Ryan White taking the honors with brother Rob in 4th place. In Saturday's race they finished 3rd and 7th as well, which ain't too shabby. They meet up with Josh this weekend for the Athens Twilight Crit followed by the USA Crit Series. Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-2396688862011196761?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/2396688862011196761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=2396688862011196761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2396688862011196761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2396688862011196761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/04/stats.html' title='The Stats'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-8494336991241451958</id><published>2008-04-16T09:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:04:53.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Garret Lemire Race Report</title><content type='html'>Sunday's Garret Lemire Memorial Criterium was HOT! And not a fun, exciting, (miniskirt) hot, but as our favorite Uncle Fred would say, "Africa hot". When we rolled up to the line for our 2 p.m. start the mercury sat at 96 degrees (just two away from Ryan White's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8iecEDzDoXc"&gt;favorite boy band&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Needless to say, two boys from the frozen tundra and my embarrassingly-low weekly training volume were not very effective against squads from HealthNet, Toyota-United, Successful Living, Colavita, Jelly Belly and others. But the team that proved our undoing were some riders from Kahala-LaGrange, who would drift to the back only to let massive gaps open up-- not even allowing us to tailgun in peace, licking our wounds to the finish line. Nope, chalk up three fat D-N-F's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   At least we're all re-motivated to get back to the drawing board for our races that matter in May, June, July and August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-8494336991241451958?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/8494336991241451958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=8494336991241451958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/8494336991241451958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/8494336991241451958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/04/garret-lemire-race-report.html' title='Garret Lemire Race Report'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-3875161892987212789</id><published>2008-04-16T09:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:21:01.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun NPR Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Most of you know that I'm an NPR addict. Morning Edition is the perfect compliment to a cup of coffee, and nothing soothes an afternoon commute in Los Angeles like All Things Considered. So, I just wanted to pass along some great stories from the past week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first is an &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=89561947"&gt;interview with Martial Arts master and film star Jackie Chan.&lt;/a&gt;  I would argue that his fight scenes are the most well choreographed dances on celluloid in the last 20 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's the &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=89676047"&gt;"Wall of Shame" story&lt;/a&gt;, where students at a high school out east post their college rejection letters on a wall for everyone to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-3875161892987212789?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/3875161892987212789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=3875161892987212789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/3875161892987212789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/3875161892987212789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/04/fun-npr-stories.html' title='Fun NPR Stories'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-1058098876849937745</id><published>2008-04-13T11:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T12:55:46.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Island View Criterium, UCSB &amp; Views from Ojai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On Friday night the White brothers, Rob and Ryan, flew into town for a weekend of racing. The docket included a collegiate race on Saturday at the University of California Santa Barbara, and this afternoon's race is the Garret Lemire Memorial Grand Prix, a National Racing Calendar criterium in Ojai. Ojai is where Rosa and I lived with with her dad, Jeff, for the first few months we moved out to California and where Jeff published his "Ojai and Ventura Voice". &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Saturday morning drive up the ocean was a pretty ideal start to the trip. Spring here in Southern California means lots of green, and the ocean is always good scenery. Then we arrived on the UCSB campus... and we instantly learned why people say that UCSB stands for the "University of Casual Sex &amp;amp; Booze". The campus is a sprawling fantasy land sitting smack dab on the beach a few miles north of Santa Barbara. An extensive network of bike paths runs for miles in and around campus, with a fully-lit path running down the coast to downtown Santa Barbara. When we went to pick up our numbers at 10 a.m. in the morning, the bike paths were full of well-tanned young men shirtless and young ladies in bikinis riding cruiser bikes barefoot to the beach or to various parties. At turn 2 on the race course a frat party was already spilling out into the street, again the dress code apparently calling for as little clothing as possible. This place is not real, and did I mention it was just past 10 AM?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And then there was our bike race. The White boys asked me to what expect and were already eyeing the prize list with dollars in their eyes. I tried to explain that in a place with 20 million people, lots of mountains and never any snow, there are a lot of bike riders in good shape - but I don't think they got it. Then we lined up with 110 riders including three HealthNet riders, a full Successful Living squad, 9 riders on some British team in town, and 90 other guys that have been racing full tilt for three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We averaged 30 mph for 75 minutes, and the White boys saw average heartrates not seen since Superweek. They both covered a lot of attacks and managed to finish right around the top 20. As for me, I was just happy to be there. 75 minutes would be my longest ride in three weeks and this was really my first race since the San Dimas debacle didn't turn out so well. I actually hung out at the back with Mark Swartzendruber (of ABD TT Series domination fame), who's brother lives in town. I made up to the front of the race for a few minutes and jumped into a two lap breakaway that ended up with a lot of horsepower (most notably Rory Sutherland and Karl Bordine), but I'm pretty happy we were caught so quickly since four pulls through that rotation made me want to hurl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After the race we did a sweet little ride down the coast to cool down, grabbed lunch at the delicious Brewhouse in Santa Barbara, and then drove the back roads up to Ojai through the mountains and past Lake Casitas - the same route the Tour of California takes. The night was just too nice to sit in the hotel room, so after showers and a few minutes of tv-watching we drove up through the East End and upper Ojai. The Orange Blossoms are in full bloom and you can smell it throughout the entire valley. I took the boys up Sulphur Mountain Road, which after 4 miles of single lane, twisty road, crests the mountain ridge to the south of Ojai. Anyone who lives up there might have some of the best views in SoCal: the Pacific Ocean and Channel Islands to the Southwest, the Ojai Valley to the North. I'll let the pictures posted at the end do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And today we take on the Garret Lemire NRC Crit: 50 miles, $15,000 in prize money, and a race time temperature predicted to be 97 degrees. Should be awesome for a couple of guys coming from the "neverending winter".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The view to the north of Sulphur Mountain Road. Those are the channel islands on the horizon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SAJVgzorhqI/AAAAAAAAADg/etrrFDHLfPU/s1600-h/sulphurmtnRD1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SAJVgzorhqI/AAAAAAAAADg/etrrFDHLfPU/s400/sulphurmtnRD1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188803742789240482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the view to the North: Looking down on the Upper Ojai Valley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SAJV9DorhrI/AAAAAAAAADo/u_vRQXieO2U/s1600-h/sulphurmtnRD2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SAJV9DorhrI/AAAAAAAAADo/u_vRQXieO2U/s400/sulphurmtnRD2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188804228120544946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-1058098876849937745?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/1058098876849937745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=1058098876849937745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1058098876849937745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1058098876849937745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/04/island-view-criterium-ucsb-views-from.html' title='Island View Criterium, UCSB &amp; Views from Ojai'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/SAJVgzorhqI/AAAAAAAAADg/etrrFDHLfPU/s72-c/sulphurmtnRD1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-103897484488847872</id><published>2008-04-11T00:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T00:41:42.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sorry folks, there hasn't been much in the way of blogging juices the last two weeks. Now that I'm working the Studio gig and the ABD gig I don't have many minutes left in the day...&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Of course, that's not to say there haven't been some newsworthy happenings. I did my first race of the year, if you'd like to call it that. In the results of the uphill TT prologue at the San Dimas Stage Race you'll see my name fifth from the bottom (I can't believe I beat four people), but in the following day's road race results you will not see my name. Apparently, 5 or 6 hours a week of training does not a competitive Category 1 rider make. At least the &lt;a href="http://brycemead.missingsadle.com"&gt;Bird&lt;/a&gt; said I looked good when I ran into him before the race. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then the day after my DNF I had grand plans to ride from my house over to Agoura Hills, a great 3.5 hour ride that takes in mountains and the ocean, ...only to have my rear wheel completely seize up on me 45 minutes from home while I was on Mulholland Drive. I always rock a frame pump and saddle bag, but not cone wrenches! So for only the second time in my 14 years of riding I had to call someone to pick me up. The first time it happened I was in Phoneix in the days before cell phones, and I hobbled to a gas station to 1-800-COLLECT my Grandpa. The tendons in my knee had gotten so swollen I could hardly bring my knee over the top of the stroke. I was off the bike for over two weeks, and then two months later I was in Belgium racing with the National Team. So maybe having to call for help is a sign?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After the weekend of not-so-good riding and training I did the usual commute to work, and then on Thursday did a weekend trip on back to Chicago for a couple of meetings and the John Fraser Memorial Time Trial. It was great seeing everyone at the event and I'm very happy that the weather cooperated for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, now I'm back here in sunny SoCal and this weekend the White brothers will be joining me for the &lt;a href="http://socalcycling.com"&gt;Island View Criterium&lt;/a&gt; and the NRC &lt;a href="http://www.glmgp.com"&gt;Garret Lemire Memorial Grand Prix&lt;/a&gt;. I've never done the Island View race, but the GLMGP is a great course and I think the boys are going to have a solid race. It will be good for them to mix it up with some of the P-R-O's before heading down to the SouthEast Crit Series at the end of the month. Stay tuned here and at the &lt;a href="http://www.abdcycling.com/elitemen/index.shtml"&gt;ABD/GEARGRINDER&lt;/a&gt; Team site for updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-103897484488847872?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/103897484488847872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=103897484488847872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/103897484488847872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/103897484488847872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekend-recaps.html' title='Weekend Recaps'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-9118058774066403541</id><published>2008-03-27T07:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T08:21:11.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Zero Emission Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday Rosa and I went the entire day without driving a car-- a tricky task in &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=glendale,ca&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=34.129426,-118.298721&amp;amp;spn=0.267709,0.6427&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;z=11&amp;amp;iwloc=addr"&gt;this town,&lt;/a&gt; (especially when Rosa can get an audition call from anywhere between San Diego and Santa Barbara at a moment's notice). Fortunately, I've found an easy route for riding into &lt;a href="http://www.carterthorstudio.com"&gt;"the office&lt;/a&gt;", so I'll be able to tack on a few hours to my embarrassingly low weekly riding volume. And we're lucky enough to have the post office and local markets within a couple blocks of the apartment, and Rosa can ride into the Yoga studio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully we can get these Z.E.D.'s up to at least two a week, because we know that for &lt;a href="http://www.hunterking.com"&gt;Hunter&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; Aimee in Tucson and &lt;a href="http://www.teamadvilchapstick.com/riders.html"&gt;ST&lt;/a&gt; in Boise, Zero Emission Day's are the norm rather than the exception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-9118058774066403541?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/9118058774066403541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=9118058774066403541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/9118058774066403541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/9118058774066403541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/03/zero-emission-day.html' title='A Zero Emission Day!'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-8904971749218320263</id><published>2008-03-26T09:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:24:11.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Carbs v. fats v. Nothing Weight Loss Rules</title><content type='html'>Monique Ryan's books and articles should be required reading for endurance athletes. &lt;a href="http://www.velonews.com/article/73708"&gt;Over on the Velonews site&lt;/a&gt; she has a fantastic response to a reader's question regarding how to eat before and during training if they are aiming to lose weight (but don't want to lose performance).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that surprised me was her advice that skipping carbohydrates in the morning before a 60 minute workout can have the effect of burning more fat stores (but after the one hour mark a breakfast-skipping athlete is only burning the same percentage of fat as their well fed counterpart). This advice makes logical sense because if you don't have any immediately available carbs then of course your body will turn to the fat stores sooner, but I've always been a little old-school when it comes to "break"ing the "fast".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hit the link and check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-8904971749218320263?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/8904971749218320263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=8904971749218320263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/8904971749218320263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/8904971749218320263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/03/carbs-v-fats-v-nothing-weight-loss.html' title='Carbs v. fats v. Nothing Weight Loss Rules'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-2006725458723272662</id><published>2008-03-25T21:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:48:51.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Order Up That Java!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R-nHmz6MlMI/AAAAAAAAADY/G96qnRZ9YEo/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R-nHmz6MlMI/AAAAAAAAADY/G96qnRZ9YEo/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181892315849725122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the delay, folks. You can order up the delicious Big Gear Blend &lt;a href="http://www.abdcycling.com/ebert/GearGrinderForm.doc"&gt;using the order form here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shipping is just $5 no matter how big your order, so you might want to think about combining orders with fellow coffee lovers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-2006725458723272662?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/2006725458723272662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=2006725458723272662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2006725458723272662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2006725458723272662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/03/order-up-that-java.html' title='Order Up That Java!'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R-nHmz6MlMI/AAAAAAAAADY/G96qnRZ9YEo/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-5520314779865509118</id><published>2008-03-24T23:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:03:17.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Gig</title><content type='html'>I can officially add "personal assistant" to the next line on my business card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a full week since I started working for Cameron Thor at &lt;a href="http://www.carterthorstudio.com"&gt;Carter Thor Studio&lt;/a&gt;, and so far, so very good. I'm playing a lot of catch-up since the Studio is a tight family and everyone else already knows all the ins and outs, but it's fun. Everyone is open to the different perspective I bring to the table too, which is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, learning a new job while the ABD gigs are in full swing is a little crazy, but it's been good, and so many things are happening right now. Winter is finally getting ready to leave the Midwest, the team is having a camp this weekend and hitting the big Hillsboro Roubaix road race, and I might even jump in my first race of the year this weekend in San Dimas. I was hoping to be the Sugar Glydar's wingman at the race, but unfortunately he's been grounded and is on the DL for a spell.  Let's hope he's back soon so I'm not flying solo for too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-5520314779865509118?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/5520314779865509118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=5520314779865509118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/5520314779865509118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/5520314779865509118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-gig.html' title='The New Gig'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-1914756260971190302</id><published>2008-03-21T10:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:46:38.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Started The New Job</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay, I promise to update soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-1914756260971190302?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/1914756260971190302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=1914756260971190302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1914756260971190302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1914756260971190302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-started-new-job.html' title='Just Started The New Job'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-2913965099366416354</id><published>2008-03-13T09:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T09:39:37.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stomping Grounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R9lIkQdWTfI/AAAAAAAAADE/5_kVJF4P1iw/s1600-h/IMG00007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R9lIkQdWTfI/AAAAAAAAADE/5_kVJF4P1iw/s320/IMG00007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177249034369650162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've mentioned the LA River Bike Path and Griffith Park as preferred (and just out the door) training locations, so I thought I'd offer some visuals.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the right is the lovely LA River. Gorgeous, isn't it? At least it doesn't smell too bad... and there arent' any cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R9lJHQdWTgI/AAAAAAAAADM/s7w533k80Qg/s1600-h/IMG00008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R9lJHQdWTgI/AAAAAAAAADM/s7w533k80Qg/s320/IMG00008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177249635665071618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now this actually is rather bee-you-tiful. It's from the center of Griffith Park looking south at the Griffith observatory (and downtown in the background). The Hollywood sign is just over my right shoulder. The climb up to this point is on the "closed" roads, so again- no traffic. "Closed" also means that the roads never get cleaned either, so it's like on-road mountain biking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-2913965099366416354?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/2913965099366416354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=2913965099366416354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2913965099366416354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2913965099366416354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/03/stomping-grounds.html' title='The Stomping Grounds'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R9lIkQdWTfI/AAAAAAAAADE/5_kVJF4P1iw/s72-c/IMG00007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-5554674987696122759</id><published>2008-03-10T14:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T15:24:37.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laurie Morris: 1967-2008</title><content type='html'>Laurie was the hospice nurse who helped us take care of Grandma. She was one of the most beautiful people I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the time Grandma passed away, Laurie started getting sick and the symptoms made it appear that her asthma was acting up. Unfortunately, it was a virus that went to her heart and over the last two months she'd been in and out of the hospital and the ICU. She passed away on Saturday night at just 40 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given a lot of credit for taking care of my Grandma in the final months of her life— but I couldn't have done it without Laurie's strength, patience, guidance and kindness. She was my rock, the one who kept me strong, and I will never forget the lessons she taught me. One lesson is that listening can be more reassuring than anything you ever say, and the rest can be summed up in this quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing is so strong as gentleness, and nothing is so gentle as true strength."- Ralph Sockman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deepest condolences to her husband, children and grandchild.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-5554674987696122759?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/5554674987696122759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=5554674987696122759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/5554674987696122759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/5554674987696122759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/03/laurie-morris-1967-2008.html' title='Laurie Morris: 1967-2008'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-2522007990093032089</id><published>2008-03-09T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:17:29.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daytripping</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R9SMUwdWTeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ww8IzcFIDrE/s1600-h/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMTIuanBn%3F%3D-749948"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R9SMUwdWTeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ww8IzcFIDrE/s320/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMTIuanBn%3F%3D-749948"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175916159988813282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There was a little more snow than we expected in the mountains of California today!&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, we didn&amp;#39;t get to see the giant Sequoias. The road ended when the snow banks got to be 8 ft high on each side. They just stopped plowing and suddenly there was a minimum base of 6 feet of snow on the road. We just went for a hike. More pictures to come. &lt;br&gt;Sent from handheld&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-2522007990093032089?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/2522007990093032089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=2522007990093032089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2522007990093032089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2522007990093032089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/03/daytripping.html' title='Daytripping'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R9SMUwdWTeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ww8IzcFIDrE/s72-c/%3D%3FWindows-1252%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMTIuanBn%3F%3D-749948' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-4710307896286471659</id><published>2008-03-05T09:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T09:52:40.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The List</title><content type='html'>I like to think I'm a man with simple needs, despite my love of gadgets and exotic cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can have each of these things every day then it's safe to say I'll go to bed a happy man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes of NPR or even just reading the paper&lt;br /&gt;Hearing 1 good song&lt;br /&gt;At least 1 hour on my bike&lt;br /&gt;1 big cup of bold coffee- black (GearGrinder, please)&lt;br /&gt;1 apple&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of old-fashioned Oats&lt;br /&gt;1 heaping spoonful of peanutbutter (Crunchy, please)&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, there are other things a man needs, but it's these that can really make the day. So how 'bout it, dear readers? What makes your day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-4710307896286471659?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/4710307896286471659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=4710307896286471659' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/4710307896286471659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/4710307896286471659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/03/list.html' title='The List'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-2331213642990656610</id><published>2008-03-05T09:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T09:37:40.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boss</title><content type='html'>I've mentioned my affinity for the music of Mr. Springsteen before, much to the chagrin of some readers, but for those of you who don't mind a little politics in your rock n' roll, check out the &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=87897480"&gt;NPR interview with Springsteen&lt;/a&gt; this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-2331213642990656610?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/2331213642990656610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=2331213642990656610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2331213642990656610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2331213642990656610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/03/boss.html' title='The Boss'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-175855934532704759</id><published>2008-02-28T09:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T09:39:44.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SOS</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr. Jungels of Prairie Path Cycles,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Please, I don't have much time. I hijacked Mike's computer while he's walking down to the store to get more fruit for his confounded daily smoothie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mr. Jungels! Rob! Jungle-Juicer! He's torturing me! It's been months since my chain was replaced, my cables adjusted, or the bearings in my rear wheel properly tightened so that I don't roll along like some old beach cruiser! And a proper cleaning? Ugh, I'm afraid I've lost all hope for such a pleasure. The build-up of energy drink under my bottom bracket shell is like a constant itch that never gets scratched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I suppose he tries, every once in a while pulling out some wrench and pretending that he knows what he's doing... but it's no use. I miss the way you look at me: you saw me for what I should be, and looked past whatever neglected state he left me in. Your gentle, yet firm, hands are like human torque wrenches- always knowing just how much I like it. And I hope your fiance doesn't mind me saying so, but no one can make my drivetrain purr like you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sigh... will we ever meet again? Is there any hope for me? Oh no! I hear him coming up the steps! Please, if you ever come to LA- steal me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Respectfully,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike's Bike (the LeMond)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-175855934532704759?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/175855934532704759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=175855934532704759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/175855934532704759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/175855934532704759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/02/sos.html' title='SOS'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-1311997494573114233</id><published>2008-02-27T09:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T09:40:30.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend will have the turns well done...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As I mentioned earlier, teammate Alex Sharon came up from San Diego last weekend to do a little riding and maybe ride over to the Rose Bowl to watch the finish of the ToC. Well, the weather kept us away from the race, but on Saturday morning we had sunny skies long enough to do the Mullholland Drive ride from here to the ocean and back. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was a pretty good ride: we put the hurt on each other, saw lots of big houses, fancy cars (the best being an Audi R8), and even a gathering of the paparrazi on the side of a cliff hoping to catch a glimpse of that hot new ABD/GEARGRINDER kit... (actually, we were in our old kit and are pretty sure they were there to snap photos of J-Lo's twins).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But the highlight of the ride came near the end (well, at least for me). We were about 3.5 hours in and descending off the Mulholland ridge down to the 101. Alex must have been feeling a little randy (the only explanation for such kamikaze behavior), and was sprinting all out down the descent. He dropped me in the first switchback- but then, as I neared the bottom, there was Alex standing on the side of the road-- looking all p-r-o as he prepared to remount his trusty steed. He'd already picked himself up from what had to be a momentarily terrifying slide into the guardrail. But he's tough-- don't underestimate the little guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-1311997494573114233?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/1311997494573114233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=1311997494573114233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1311997494573114233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/1311997494573114233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-friend-will-have-turns-well-done.html' title='My friend will have the turns well done...'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-7575110030741002244</id><published>2008-02-22T10:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T10:36:22.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three reasons to keep a PC around the house.</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, I'm a &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com"&gt;Mac &lt;/a&gt;guy. I was sucked into &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reality_distortion_field"&gt;Uncle Steve's Reality Distortion Field&lt;/a&gt; about five years ago and planned on never looking back (although I do have some issues with the iPhone and MacBook Air...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as a bike rider there are two major reasons to keep a PC around:&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.racermateinc.com"&gt;Computrainer's&lt;/a&gt; indoor training software&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.trainingpeaks.com"&gt;TrainingPeaks&lt;/a&gt; (formerly CyclingPeaks)&lt;br /&gt;    The Computrainer software is pretty outdated and looks it, but it's still the best thing out there for training inside and is only available in the "Windows" PC Flavor.  TrainingPeaks, on the other hand, is an extremely-powerful training analysis tool (we &lt;a href="http://www.abdcycling.com/news1/?p=63"&gt;ABD coaches&lt;/a&gt; use it), but alas, is only available for Windows as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, the most important reason to have a PC around (or run Boot Camp on your Mac):&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.netflix.com/HowItWorks"&gt;Netflix's "instant" program&lt;/a&gt;. They've loaded up tons of movies and TV shows for their subscriber's online viewing pleasure. Wednesday night we weren't up for reading the subtitles of "&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0338564/"&gt;Infernal Affairs&lt;/a&gt;" (the original version of Scorsese's "The Departed"), so instead we  queued up "&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0087332/"&gt;Ghostbusters&lt;/a&gt;" instantly. Then last night when our copy of "&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0401997/"&gt;Breach&lt;/a&gt;" showed up cracked (Netflix ain't perfect), we kept it old school and instantly watched "&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0088323/"&gt;The Neverending Story&lt;/a&gt;" for the first time in about 20 years. The rumor has it that Netflix will have a Mac version of the instant service this year, but there's 10 months of '08 left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll get to "Infernal Affairs" this weekend. Teammate Alex is coming up from San Diego for the weekend to do a little riding and catch the end of the &lt;a href="http://www.amgentourofcalifornia.com"&gt;ToC&lt;/a&gt;. Hope you can roll with the foreign film, Alex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-7575110030741002244?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/7575110030741002244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=7575110030741002244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/7575110030741002244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/7575110030741002244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/02/three-reasons-to-keep-pc-around-house.html' title='Three reasons to keep a PC around the house.'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-3218564808760372006</id><published>2008-02-20T23:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:21:18.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So that Gear Grinder Coffee?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it's awesome. Even Rosa, the 6-year &lt;del&gt;Starbucks&lt;/del&gt; barista veteran, said she loved it. Big, dark and bold-- just the way she likes her men.......... So, where does that leave me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, what's she's really hoping for is a full-sized poster of the "Big Gear Blend" label to put up in our kitchen. (hint, hint. nudge, nudge sponsors).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can order up some of this caffeinated goodness through teammate Rob White, just $7 each 8oz bag. As soon as Mr. White hooks me up with the order form I'll post it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-3218564808760372006?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/3218564808760372006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=3218564808760372006' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/3218564808760372006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/3218564808760372006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-that-gear-grinder-coffee.html' title='So that Gear Grinder Coffee?'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-2714426576373906851</id><published>2008-02-19T10:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T13:27:56.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Get My Java On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R7srxK-BUWI/AAAAAAAAACc/aC29O_rSqU4/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R7srxK-BUWI/AAAAAAAAACc/aC29O_rSqU4/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168773121095848290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Thanks to teammate Rob White for sending me the good stuff. What you're looking at there is the official "Big Gear Blend" coffee from our sponsor GearGrinder. The saying next to the picture is "Puts hair on your chest, not on your legs" and the fine print reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possibly&lt;br /&gt;DRANK BY TOUR CHAMPIONS&lt;br /&gt;on occasion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll be brewing up a pot of this tomorrow morning... but with the overcast day here maybe it's an afternoon coffee day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-2714426576373906851?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/2714426576373906851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=2714426576373906851' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2714426576373906851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2714426576373906851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-to-get-my-java-on.html' title='Time To Get My Java On'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R7srxK-BUWI/AAAAAAAAACc/aC29O_rSqU4/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-835003932051020878</id><published>2008-02-17T13:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T13:09:19.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mario's message</title><content type='html'>I do love me some 'Cipo. Nobody's come close to replacing his panache...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://roadmagazine.net/road_home/index.html"&gt;http://roadmagazine.net/road_home/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and this is courtesy of Mr. Sharon, may the Sugar Glydar's blog rest in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-835003932051020878?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/835003932051020878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=835003932051020878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/835003932051020878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/835003932051020878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/02/marios-message.html' title='Mario&apos;s message'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-2085798630758079519</id><published>2008-02-14T20:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:00:37.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R7TyRa-BUVI/AAAAAAAAACU/rgDUimIofdE/s1600-h/photo-737249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R7TyRa-BUVI/AAAAAAAAACU/rgDUimIofdE/s320/photo-737249.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167021053611954514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve lacked a green thumb my entire life, but there&amp;#39;s something about  &lt;br&gt;this plant that got me. I took over it&amp;#39;s caretaking from Rosa a couple  &lt;br&gt;of days ago, and this is actually an improvement since then... we&amp;#39;ll  &lt;br&gt;see how this adventure goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-2085798630758079519?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/2085798630758079519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=2085798630758079519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2085798630758079519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2085798630758079519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/02/project.html' title='Project'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R7TyRa-BUVI/AAAAAAAAACU/rgDUimIofdE/s72-c/photo-737249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-2424795993781278070</id><published>2008-02-13T09:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T09:56:27.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Team Astana at le Tour</title><content type='html'>The cycling wires are hot this morning with news that Tour de France race organizers ASO will not invite Team Astana, and defending TdF champ Contador, to any of their events this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon Team Astana , you knew this could happen.  But my heart goes out to Levi... I never wanted to say &lt;a href="http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2007/09/are-you-kidding.html"&gt;I told you so&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-2424795993781278070?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/2424795993781278070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=2424795993781278070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2424795993781278070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2424795993781278070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-team-astana-at-le-tour.html' title='No Team Astana at le Tour'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-3288816586927258275</id><published>2008-02-12T15:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:06:41.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah for Griffith Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.takemytrip.com/images/448_DSC00557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.takemytrip.com/images/448_DSC00557.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;During a few minutes of scouring the internet last week, I discovered that most of the Griffith Park was now open for hikers and bikers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend on the rainy Sunday that found the competitors of ToC suffering through the final stage, Rosa, Dad, Alex and I went for a hike up through the park. It was nice to show off a seldom-seen section of LA. The only other people I've hauled up the mountain were ST and my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the riders that finished up the ToC? Gentlemen, you're table is ready. That was an impressive performance and looked absolutely miserable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-3288816586927258275?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/3288816586927258275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=3288816586927258275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/3288816586927258275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/3288816586927258275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/02/yeah-for-griffith-park.html' title='Yeah for Griffith Park'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-4781342304235780641</id><published>2008-02-11T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T14:50:54.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Me A New Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R7C0zq-BUUI/AAAAAAAAACM/0ZI6BpW8F7k/s1600-h/hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R7C0zq-BUUI/AAAAAAAAACM/0ZI6BpW8F7k/s320/hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165827572394709314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...courtesy of the folks at some financial company. They sent a free hat to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Voice&lt;/span&gt; along with a press release for their campaign aimed at high-schoolers. But of course it works well for hiding helmet hair post-bike-race too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-4781342304235780641?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/4781342304235780641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=4781342304235780641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/4781342304235780641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/4781342304235780641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/02/got-me-new-hat.html' title='Got Me A New Hat'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R7C0zq-BUUI/AAAAAAAAACM/0ZI6BpW8F7k/s72-c/hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-6882933047489907970</id><published>2008-02-08T13:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:50:31.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girfriend, the Enforcer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R6yvb1z7QZI/AAAAAAAAACE/qtZs7Z_85MA/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R6yvb1z7QZI/AAAAAAAAACE/qtZs7Z_85MA/s200/rosa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164695765523317138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your reference, this is Rosa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about those steely eyes? That iron will? You don't want to mess with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Rosa walked into a Starbucks (where she worked for 6 years) to grab a coffee. The barista is cleaning a machine, her back to the register, and says she'll be right there. There is one other customer standing in front of Rosa- a kid in baggy jeans with his sweatshirt draped over his shoulder. Rosa can't see his face. Then, as they stand there waiting the kid leans forward to look into the bakery case and casually reaches into the tip jar and grabs a handful of singles. He straightens up and without a moment's hesitation Rosa leans into the kid and quietly says, "I saw you do that. Put it back." ...and he does. Then they have to stand there about another 30 seconds, during which reason catches up to action and Rosa thinks, "He might turn around and punch me in the face". But no, the barista turns around, the kid asks for a glass of water, and he walks away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-6882933047489907970?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/6882933047489907970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=6882933047489907970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6882933047489907970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6882933047489907970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-girfriend-enforcer.html' title='My Girfriend, the Enforcer'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A1AYWVyE1kw/R6yvb1z7QZI/AAAAAAAAACE/qtZs7Z_85MA/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-5760208987222387438</id><published>2008-02-06T11:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T11:14:10.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The best appositive of a cycling related news article in 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.velonews.com/"&gt;VeloNews.com's&lt;/a&gt; recent article on KBS/Medifast:&lt;/p&gt;Five of the team’s riders are in school, including all four of the team’s Canadians — Gilbert, Lacombe, Hinnen and Veilleux — as well as Mumford, &lt;i&gt;who is studying for his PhD in high-energy particle physics at John Hopkins University.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, Candelario's "spent January training in Hawaii" is enviable, but the uber-geek factor gives Reid the win hands down. (He even runs Linux on his laptop!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-5760208987222387438?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/5760208987222387438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=5760208987222387438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/5760208987222387438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/5760208987222387438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-appositive-of-cycling-related-news.html' title='The best appositive of a cycling related news article in 2008'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-6048306719116336641</id><published>2008-02-05T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:42:16.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'07 Wrap. Blog's moving.</title><content type='html'>2007 was a helluva year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A few people knew this, but I started '07 with barely riding my bike for 3 months but instead doing Physical Therapy 2.5 hours a day, five days a week. X-Rays in October '06 revealed my right hip was twisted 1" lower and 1" set backwards from my left hip. Apparently it's a common thing that happens to pregnant women... and me. Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.abdcycling.com/ebert/2007_04_01_archive.html"&gt;April&lt;/a&gt;: screw up my back royally days before the first race of the year in the Midwest, Hillsboro Roubaix. Race anyway and get into a break with 75 miles to go with all my old teammates: the Bird, Mumford, Puffer. Pure comedy. It didn't turn out so well for me. Puffer probably suffered more than anyone that day for a very respectable top 5 finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Aggressive PT exercises lead to a &lt;a href="http://www.abdcycling.com/ebert/2007/05/lowdown-somethings-gotta-give.html"&gt;hernia&lt;/a&gt; two days before the Tour of Virgnia. Worst organized stage race I've ever been to, saved by the comedy and experience of one Beth Wrenn Estes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.abdcycling.com/ebert/2007_05_01_archive.html"&gt;May&lt;/a&gt;: spend 10 days at best friend's wedding in Europe. Munich, Germany is my new favorite city. The hernia gets to come too, which means that Rosa carried the luggage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hernia surgery. Sucks. Tendontis of the groin still happens to this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Summer: the ABD team is fast. Josh Carter wins lots of races including the team's first stage of Superweek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- August: I start taking care of Grandma. She was a trooper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- October: Grandma passes. I return to L.A and hang up my ABD race director hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- November: Get to announce the &lt;a href="http://www.abdcycling.com/news/2007/12/abdgear-grinder-announce-2008-pro.html"&gt;ABD/GEARGRINDER Pro Development Team&lt;/a&gt;. Fast team of fun loving guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- December: Rosa's Dad has a heart attack and dies two days before Christmas. I'm in Oakland for the night with my family when we get the call. I catch a 4 AM flight to Phoenix followed by an 8 hour drive across the desert to Ojai, California. Jeff SanMarchi was a one-man show known as the Ojai &amp;amp; Ventura Voice, a biweekly newspaper that ran for 18 years. For a week or so I think about donning an Editor-in-Chief hat with Rosa's sister, Ana. After an exhausting 10 days we decide we're not passionate enough about Ojai's small town politics to do it justice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here we are, 2008. It's a big year, folks. It's an election year. I'm starting some new jobs. And although what I most like to do is ride a bike, I can't guarantee this blog will just be about bike racing. In addition to commentary on cycling, I like gadgets, tasting new beverages and have caught some election fever. Thus, I'm moving to &lt;a href="http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/"&gt;ebertchecksin.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; . Maybe I should have renamed it to "Ebert Checks Out..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-6048306719116336641?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/6048306719116336641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=6048306719116336641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6048306719116336641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6048306719116336641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/2008/02/07-wrap-blogs-moving.html' title='&apos;07 Wrap. Blog&apos;s moving.'/><author><name>Ebert</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4851617407289881045.post-2259262015153380133</id><published>2008-02-05T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:44:13.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bird's Blog</title><content type='html'>It's about time. Former ABD'er Bryce Mead can now share his deepest thoughts with the world&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brycemead.missingsaddle.com/" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 153); "&gt;http://www.brycemead.missingsaddle.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bryce, what is your deepest thought ever?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-2259262015153380133?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/2259262015153380133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=2259262015153380133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/2259262015153380133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/travel/chi-mon-biz-united-air-uaua-bag-fee-25-0204feb4,1,2002787.story?track=rss"&gt;United Airlines to charge passengers $25 for second bag...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm even a member of United's frequent flyer program and this tweaks me to no end....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4851617407289881045-6690093314273252556?l=ebertchecksin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebertchecksin.blogspot.com/feeds/6690093314273252556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4851617407289881045&amp;postID=6690093314273252556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4851617407289881045/posts/default/6690093314273252556'/><link rel='self' 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The Winter Solstice has passed. A little more daylight every day for the next 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated with my longest training ride of the last four months and some seasonal ales. I didn't leave the house to ride until later, but props to Arizonian's stubbornness about that whole  Daylight Savings thing- I could ride outside past 5 p.m. on the shortest day of the year. 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