ÜberGallery Archives >>  3 | 2 | 1   I left a few Tolkiens of my affection behind at Yosemite's High Sierra Camps... A word to the wise: stay away from the Fry's Electronics' (or anyone else's for that matter) "no-name" compact flash memory cards. I lost over half my images from this recent Yosemite trip. And, now onto the regularly scheduled blurb...Re-live the Yosemite High Sierra adventures of the Schaub Clan (Bill, Darlene, Dan, and Laura) and the Bobbsey Twins. Hiking four days. Tenting three nights. Up. Down. Thirsty. Hungry. You know the drill.   Yet another jumbled assortment of photographs; a *pile* any way you look at it. For a while there, and maybe still, I got sort of bored taking photos all the time. Same pose. Same scenery. Same angle. Same underexposure. Although, I must point out I have severe restrictions while on the bike myself! But back to the point. This journal is an example of "cursory" photography, really only snippets from various times and places. Enjoy. Or not.   Le Petit Mort Ride. Wink, wink. Our very own von Trapp adventure! One to preview the Death Ride. One to discover possibilities. One to rekindle a love for cycling. And one--that's me--to just tag along, ha ha ha. New season of MTV's Real World? Nope. Just four of us humping over the same Sierra Nevada passes found in the Death Ride. Enjoy the picture show.   Assault on Knight's Ferry Redux: Beyond the Ferry Dome and/or Tulloch Dam! You would've hated it! It wasn't too hot, nor too cold, the roads too hilly, nor too flat, the wind too blustery, nor too stagnant, the pace too fierce, nor too lax, the ride too long, nor too short. Dang it, just couldn't get uncomfortable no matter how hard I tried. Overall, it was just an extremely pleasant day. Join us next time. For now you'll have to *ride* vicariously through the photos.   Big C's here to PUMP YOU UP! The shocking truth behind those professional glutes! I've lifted weights. Once. Accidentally. Ha, just kidding. It was intentional. Ha, again, still kidding. Serious now. I might have done, oh, 2 or 3 gym workouts in my lifetime--my buddies Nofil and Khurram can attest to my weak ass-edness. Nonetheless, I wanted to know what went on Behind the Music of a professional cyclist's weight training regimen. Here now is the sordid truth, in this powerful exposé...   He ain't heavy, he's my brother. No, wait. He ain't my brother and he is heavy. Plenty of "firsts" in this issue: first Über Ride of the Year 2002; moreover, first blood on Felter and Sierra; and introducing my good Santa Clara U cycling teammate...[ drumroll, please ]...Ryan Hata, aka The Rolling Tomato Smurf. Seriously, though, he's a good buddy of mine returning to cycling. Slowly. Check inside for explanations. Sort of.   This photo album is like a box of chocolates. And that's all I have to say about thaaat. I've haphazardly thrown together all the ignored and/or forgotten photos from the past few months. Now you, too, can happily ignore and/or forget about them. So, without further ado...First ride of 2002: anatomy of a mutiny; Sweaty Menz in Lycra: SF Grand Prix; New Beginnings: the Monica & Mapei story; Ming Dynasty: don't call it a comeback; Half-wheeling My Mom: the Kelly Schaub story; BONUS: Red Russian Redux.   ÜberGallery Archives >>  3 | 2 | 1

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