The Godfather

 Me and the Burrower (or is it the Burrower and I?) have had a busy couple of weeks.  Last weekend was the Kentucky Derby, which, like everyone knows, is an excuse to put on floppy hats and drink early in the day.  We ended up at the usual hang out spot to celebrate, watch my horse (Sabercat) lose, and then starting Cinco-De Mayo festivities ensure. To make sure I finished off my case of PBR, it ended the night with flippy cup as usual.

Normal weekend here in Charlotte.

Later that week was also our first wedding anniversary.  We made it magical-esk like usual, with just dinner and a movie.  Nothing fancy, but we are simple people.  What people mostly give for traditional wedding gives doesn't apply to us.  She wanted a new vacuum, and I wanted a go-Pro.

I figured the irony of taking a picture of a camera would be lost on most people, just I just went with the stock photo.  I haven't had a chance to test it in action yet, but here is just a test of some of the fun in which you can have with it, I was pretending I was an airplane.  If your my facefriend I posted it, otherwise I believe I deleted it already.  It was magical, you can believe me for that.  But this will definitely be helpful for future post to come and more importantly crashes to be witnessed.

Last Friday we also went to the All American Rejects concert.  This is one of my favorite bands and I have been a fan since the beginning.  It was a kick ass show.  I also loved the venue, the Fillmore, a small place compared to an amphitheater, but a great sound and energy.  Plus I am old, and there was only minimal ringing in the ears after we left.

Since the Burrower had to work all weekend I made a point to go up to the Uwharrie National Forrest trails.  I haven't been up there since last August for the official "opening" of them, but it offers real climbing without driving up to the real mountains and it is a lot closer (1 hour vs 2.5) for me to get to. It is also so peaceful out there.  There was one moment of excitement, I almost got run over by a flock of deer, ironically on a trail called "White Tail".  It does make you enjoy nature, even if you are scared for your life.

Not much in terms of racing for now, but I am going on vacation next week to become the godfather to my old roommates son.  It will be a week of fun, drinking with old friends, and just general craziness.

Then the next week watching my new little sister graduate from high school.  It will be an action, travel packed week so hopefully when I come back I have more good stories and pictures than this post. 

I am allowed to bring the bikes, lets just hope the roof rack in which I have fits the rental car...could be a game time decision.