Paring Down

Well, Brooke and I are still heading to Louisville. Our time here in Seattle is dwindling fast—faster and faster as the departure date approaches it seems. We hope to get the chance to see and hang out with everybody before we leave, but if that doesn’t happen, make sure to see us off at the little going away party we’re having at the Rendezvous next week.

One certain thing that is nice about moving, I’ve stated before, is the idea of getting rid of “the stuff”. Not The Stuff from the movie, but all the excessive possessions we find ourselves carting around the country. Sometimes you should really examine it all and question it’s necessity. We had a moving sale last weekend and were pleasantly surprised at how well we did. It certainly lightened our load, almost to the point that we’re wondering if we even need the truck we’ve got reserved—the smallest, a ten-foot step van. Unloading it into a new place in Louisville I bet will be a cinch.

Louisville looks like a cool town too. Many people ask why we’ve chosen there to move to, and of course the answer is for Brooke’s school, but there’s other reasons too. I suspect things will be less expensive there, especially rent. I also suspect that the bicycle community there is just burgeoning and that’s really exciting. Gas is equally expensive there, so it’ll be interesting to see what, if any, bicycle growth occurs in Louisville. It’s already beginning to happen I’ve think. These reasons coupled with the fact that the both of us are really looking forward to some change in our lives. Shaking it up a bit, per se. I’ve been in Seattle for too long, I myself need a change of scenery.

“So you’re moving there blind?” This is another question we get a lot. No, neither of us have been to Louisville before. And that’s part of the adventure! It’s the same way I moved to Seattle, it’s part of “shaking it up”. To be fair though, we’re fortunate enough to have noticed Google’s Street View and this has given us the ability to view just about any and all prospective neighborhoods to live in, what the streets are like to ride on, and generally what the town looks like. It’s rad, but I certainly know this doesn’t really compare to the actual experience of exploring the streets in person! It’s a pretty helpful tool nonetheless.

…too many yellow lines, where’s the lane?

I still have a lot to do before we leave. There’s the going away party, there’s helping Daniel with his Race Across Oregon, a small number of items to still get rid of (minor furniture, an alto saxaphone, among others), and I’m sure a million other things to plan for the trip across. Posts to the website will be sparse for while.

Lake Crescent

Hey! Michael went camping this past weekend and had a big ol’ time!

Yep, Brooke and I tagged along with Phil and Stephanie on out to the Lake Crescent area on the Olympic Peninsula. It was outstandingly beautiful—it was a perfect time to get out of the city again and decompress with nature’s finest.

Sitting on the Sol Duc River, enjoying Mia’s adventures with Stick

It seemed like most of the time we kicked back and chilled out by the river and campfire, typically what I’m used to doing while camping, but we did have some righteous activities planned by camp leader Phil. Yeah, I’m not used to riding off-road too much, but Phil insisted we bring some mountain bikes. I just came across that Specialized P.2 so I was set, but Brooke needed something to ride. We borrowed Seth Holton’s Norco. She thrashed hard on that bike. For never riding on dirt before, she tore it up. Phil took us around the north shore of the lake on a trail that was pretty mild on some parts and somewhat sketchy on others. Evidently this trail used to be a railroad bed during WWI, Phil provided us with great historical commentary throughout the weekend. Stephanie got a bit scraped up and I fell halfway into the lake at one point attempting to round a loose gravel corner one hand holding the camera. Besides that and a couple of ticks, most of the ride (and the weekend) was without incident.

Phil Anderson bombing back with lunch.

It was really great to actually experience the Olympic Peninsula once before I leave this area. Big thanks to Phil for such a great time.


I received an encouraging bit of news I was forwarded by Jack whom I met at UBI, I’m not sure if he knew or not, but I rarely pick up Bicycling magazine, either way it was a good article to read. Bicycling has rated Louisville Kentucky the most improved city for cycling. I’ve read about some of what they mention in the article, it seems the city government there is pretty into it.

This is encouraging because my wife and I are planning on moving to Louisville. The question of bikeabilty is always a factor when moving to a new city, we’re both adamantly car-free and intend on remaining so. But still, why Louisville? Well, she’s been accepted to a Master’s program at the University of Louisville and frankly, we’re both excited for the change of scenery.

Photo compliments of mrquick

Kentucky, I haven’t hardly a clue of what to expect; it has never been a place I ever considered moving to. The only two things that it meant to me was bourbon—mmmmm, and a remembrance from the movie Last of the Mohicans, just by the way it’s name was mentioned. However, from what I’ve read here and through other internet research, we’re really looking forward to it; it sounds like things might be happening there, and maybe some things are actually getting done.

There’s some time before our departure, but either way, I’ll continue the Cranked blog.


This next month coming up is going to be a busy one. I’m excited.

All will be normal until Friday the 11th when my wife and I, along with James & Shellie will be heading down via Amtrak to Portland, Oregon to enjoy the wild festivities on Clinton Street. That’s right, Filmed by Bike.

Do it yourself, get down there, bring some old tubes I hear, watch what are expected to be some great bike movies!

There’s been some chatter about it around town up here I’ve heard, and seen…


Anyone have some floor or space to let four friendly bikers crash for a few nights in Portland?


On Sunday morning, Brooke and I went out for breakfast at the Dish on the way to Ballard on Leary. Brooke riding my Coppi and I on her Pro Miyata, she got a lesson in STI shifting, feeling how different they are from downtubes. As an aside, my Coppi has been infected with the Campy virus so it’s Dura-Ace bits might be migrating to her Miyata. (To hasten this “cure” I’m in need of some Chorus 9-speed hubs).

Anyway, as we roll up to the restaurant we noticed people taking pictures and staring at some birds up above. Not thinking of it we ignored the rubber-necking for a moment until someone mentioned that it was prompted by a bald eagle up there. Sure enough, up above at the top of a telephone pole sat our nation’s proud symbol, a big beautiful bald eagle. It was a great sight, I was tempted to snap a picture myself, but decided to just enjoy the view unencumbered by technological futsing. (They look like this: Bald Eagles on Flickr if you were unfamiliar).

Like the photo linked to, a few minutes later after watching the sitting bird squawking at some pestering crows another baldy appeared and began circling it’s friend having some sort of conversation. Their call is unexpectedly shrill, not the manly patriotic sound I thought it would be. But what was really impressive apart from the flying bird’s huge wingspan, was how the avian seemed to hover, chest out, towards his/her friend with it’s wings stretched but controlled with merely the tips of them. Probably for us humans, something like doing pull-ups with the tips of your nails.

The morning was great! Great clear day, good biking, great birds, good food. Today I saw blossoms on trees. The oppression of Seattle’s winter is coming to a close.

These are not bald eagles, but stellar jays we saw the week previous snowshoeing.