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Banditos take South Carolina

From high noon on April 12 to high noon on April 13, the Old Guns, Young Ones, and Banditos traversed 200 miles of the state of South Kakalaki from Columbia to Charleston. We pistol whipped (most of) the competition – finishing 2nd of 48 in our division and 6th of 73 overall. We also won the title “Life of the After Party,” which the race organizers oddly forgot to include on the website. Here’s a pictorial recap of our race:

We are a team with some serious style and serious attitude.
We are a team with some serious style and serious attitude.
We also prefer to ride with pride.
We ride with pride. (Unfortunately a brief rain storm caused an early demise to the cowboy hat.)
Other teams were jealous.
Hood ornaments are a must.
Window paint is also crucial.
Window paint is also crucial.
Ready to ride.
Ready to ride.
These little guys give us the nod of approval.
These little guys give us the nod of approval.
Temp tats are only for the toughest!
We also had temp tats this race – further evidence of our awesome.
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Tear drop pistol = “In it to win it!”
We even tatted the Race Director - think of it as leaving our brand.
We even tatted the Race Director – think of it as leaving our brand.

Okay, enough of the prep work. It’s time to get down to business: the run.

There were some long hot stretches on Friday, but like true OGYOB we banded together to care for our runners.
There were some long hot stretches on Friday afternoon, but like true OGYOB we banded together to support each other.
Hydration for domination.
There was no stopping this team.
"Exchange zone ahead!"
“Exchange zone ahead!”
By the 34 to 35 leg exchange, we were pros.
By the 34 to 35 leg exchange, we were pros.
Welcome to Charleston - Leg 35 is the bridge
Welcome to Charleston – Leg 35 is the bridge
The FINISH!
The FINISH!
What "Done" looks like.
What “done” looks like.
What "done" really looks like.
What “done” really looks like.

It was a great race. Everyone ran well and enjoyed the experience. We only had one miscommunication about exchange points, but a volunteer and quick thinking meant it only cost us about 30 seconds (which is nothing in relay time). We shared conversations and thoughts that only 24 hour van rides and sleepless or nearly sleepless nights can stimulate. We rang the cowbell for all Palmetto runners – loudly by day, quietly by night. We had signs, maracas, and bandanas. There were water pistols filled with water and other things…  In short, it was tremendous, and I cannot wait to ride again.

OGYOB for life!
OGYOB for life!

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A note on future relays:

With two relays under our collective sombreros, we are quickly becoming old hands. For instance, we know what food to bring (brownies and sesame noodles), which night gear is the best (reflective vests with integrated lights), and how to plan for stops along the way (call the state tourism agency). We are also developing the all-important list of criteria for picking our next challenge:

The relay must (or really ought to):

  1. Start and end in places where we have family and friends
  2. Have a good finishing location (beaches are a theme)
  3. Have a kickin’ after party (how else will we defend our title?)

Thus, with these criteria in mind, OGYOB has elected to ride again in the Tuna Run, October 18-19, from Raleigh to Atlantic Beach. Be prepared for all things fishy as we school up.

PS Video of Palmetto 200 coming soon!

Playing Catch Up

In the last two weeks, I have reconnected or connected with so many wonderful people, and I want to give them all a shout out. You all deserve your own blog post, but my list of to-do’s is begging me to get to work. Here is each in 140 characters or less!  Continue reading Playing Catch Up

Welcome (again) 2013

Yes, I know it is a little late to be welcoming the New Year, but to be fair, there are still people I am wishing a Happy New Year for the first time. I think this is socially acceptable until February.

So far 2013 has been a great year. I celebrated my birthday more times than I ever have in the past, including with my parents before returning to Clemson, in downtown Clemson day of, at a surprise party the week later, and at lunch with my co-workers the week after that. Let’s keep the party going!

Surprise Cake! You should wish you had some... yum!
Surprise Cake! You should wish you had some… yum!

 

The one and only

I’ve taken my pseudo-resolution to “dance more” seriously. Thus far, I have made two trips to the Blind Horse Saloon to learn and practice my line dancing – yee haw! (To the right is a very poor picture of the blind horse.) I also have been practicing my moves with my xbox kinect. Let me tell you, it takes a special kind of confidence (or lack of self-consciousness) to try to keep up with the game.
ZeroDarkThirty2012PosterI have seen two movies since returning to Clemson: Zero Dark Thirty and Waiting for Superman. Zero Dark Thirty was good, but for me, Argo was better. The suspense I felt during Argo even though I knew what was going to happen was palpable, and never quite reached that level during ZDT.

Waiting_for_Superman

Waiting for Superman was at once disheartening and inspiring. You cannot watch that movie and walk away feeling like every child in America is getting a fair chance at education. We need change.

My guilty pleasure has been re-watching season one of Gossip Girl. They were all so young! It’s funny to see how similar the characters behaved then and in later episodes. You don’t pick up on it the first time through because you are just meeting them, but it is wholly evident when watching a second time. I can’t wait to see what happens next!

There was a weekend adventure through Great Smoky Mountain National Park (before it flooded) and a weekend non-adventure in the dungeon lab of Lehotsky. The views at Great Smoky Mountain were far superior. This upcoming weekend should provide good fodder for blogging. I also hope to have some exciting job news to announce soon. There’s the short long of it. It’s good to be blogging again.

"The mountains are calling and I must go." John Muir
“The mountains are calling and I must go.” John Muir