Cemeteries are not dog parks

Dear neighbors of East Lawn Cemetery in Provo,

I almost stopped to talk to you as you walked up the hillside, returning to your home. You just finished walking your dog through the East Lawn Cemetery. While it slightly bothered me your leashed dog was in a cemetery, I became very unhappy when you turned it loose to run over graves and do dog-like things.

My family and I came to East Lawn to remember my deceased brother on his birthday. My grandparents and uncle are buried there too. There were other people there, honoring their dead. It was very disrespectful to have your dog running through the cemetery. You should know better.

Sincerely,

Karen

Tour of Utah Stage 3

D and I went to watch Stage 3 of the Tour of Utah. We got to SLC about 6 so we were able to get a good, free parking space and watched the Rock Racing entourage pull up. There was a huge motorhome, a semi cab and some Cadillacs.

We went through the vender area and scored some water bottles and a Toyota United bell. Those puppies are LOUD! It was fun seeing all the cycling stuff and drooling over bikes I will never own.

We went through the team areas. Garmin-Chipotle had the most private area, completely blocked off with building and vehicles. They were the only ones with fans milling about.

After getting take-out, we went back to the seats we brought and watched the race. "Here they come. There they go." about a bazillion times. Since it was about a 65 minute race on a little over a mile circuit, they came by a lot. We were on one side of a metal barricade and they rode about 10 inches away from us. Very close and very fast. A Toyota United guy was so far off the front I didn't know if he was last or first. (He was first for a while).

We didn't see the end of the race as we were located about 75 yards past the finish line. Fortunately, the winner still had his arms up when he passed us so we could see who won.

My New Life

Thanks to my DVR and my computer, I have become an Olympics Couch Potato.

Men's Olympic Road Race

Here I am, hanging out in my house watching a live feed of an event that is happening across the world from me. Fourteen hours ahead of where I am . Technology is too cool.

China is beautiful. Smoggy but beautiful.

This race has a surreal feel to it. There isn't the wild, crazy, circus feel of a Tour de France stage. Since this is live feed, there is no commentary. I miss Phil and Paul. There is white gloved security everywhere. The spectators are far away from the side of the road. But it is neat they are riding through the Great Wall. This course is blowing the peloton apart. A LOT of climbing. I don't think I will stay up to watch it live, got a lot to do tomorrow.

No ULCER for me

For the first time since I started seriously cycling, I will not be doing the ULCER ride. I like the ride, the route (even though a stupid move on my part nearly cost me my life last year), and enjoying hanging out with my cycling friends. The problem? My bike budget didn't have enough room for the registration fee. I don't fault the Bonneville Cycling Club for charging what it did, it costs money to put on the well-run, professional events they do each year. I just ran out of registration funds before I ran out events. I did Little Red Riding Hood, had a fabulous time and am planning to ride it next year. Good luck to all who are riding, be careful and look twice before crossing any five lane highways!

Rock Racing

Fat Cyclist is musing about Rock Racing's pricey jerseys. The ensuing comments have prompted me to post this picture I took at this year's Tour of California start in Modesto. 'Nuf said, except to click on photo to enlarge.