Humor.

I have terrible taste. Period.
Yes I do. I have terrible taste in pretty much anything and everything.
These past few weekends I've been traveling from race to race and then to Lake Placid for a 3 day training camp. So what the hell does this have to do with humor you ask? Well...
It forced me to be around people and the longer I'm around them, the more likely they will be either offended or appalled by my sense of humor.

Not to say I'm completely offset, rather my taste in what's funny is not what most people consider to be. Some people find stand up comics or little practical jokes funny. I find humor in tragedy.

It's not a coping mechanism, I genuinely love the things that make most people VERY uncomfortable. So from this past few weeks I could post up a bunch of spandex photos or race shots where I look better than I actually am. But rather I have a picture which ended up being one of the highlights of my Lake Placid trip. This one is a gem!


This is a picture of a girl who appears to have decided her doll would be best served hanging from a pink noose. She threw her off of her 2nd floor hotel room and proceeded to beat her with a stick. I took a picture. I couldn't stop smiling for an hour. My roommate from the trip was appalled with my behavior. I'm smiling just writing this. Humor.

Xantusia.

I’m slowly learning that there are 2 kinds of people in this world. Some dream of city life and can only see themselves living in the “Big City.” Wherever he or she may be from, there are always the lights of urban metropolis calling them in. The other type of person sees the city lights and feels crowded. They hope to be able to run away from it all and find some quite place where they can calm their minds, to enjoy the silence. This past weekend I was able to travel to a quite place in the desert of California, aptly named “Xantusia.” This is a place, or better put a paradise, located in the middle of nowhere. No cars, no streetlights, no horns, nothing. You wake up and you see a place that you can’t even put into words. From where I come people only experience places like this in post cards; maybe the newest issue of Travel Magazine.

I am quickly realizing that I’m becoming a person who values calm. Growing up in an urban area all my life has made me appreciate the beauty that a place like “nowhere” can bring.

Xantusia, I’ll see you again soon.

The place I called home for 2 days

Monty's House

The kind of riding that can take your breath away

A trail run with Dan Empfield, founder of Slowtwitch.com and Quintana Roo