Sunday, April 27, 2014

Chickamauga Lake - Al In The Lead

Day two on the circuit has us in possession of the first second keeper as Slick Al brought in a three four-plus pounder to take the big fish kitty. Yes, you are not seeing things with Slick's name crossed out. He had the big fish kitty and with rain on the way, the only thing remaining for him was the victory speech. But little did he know that Al had other ideas and even got his winning fish at the place Slick and I were at when we saw the rain coming and fled.
Other than the production from those two though, it's been a challenging fish. The structure has been there and floating by, you are saying to yourself, "there has to be a fish in there." Six soda pops later, no fish. As Mark C's dad would say (with the thick New England accent), "we were working haaad."
I am making a call though that Monday will be monster bass day; granted if poker night is done by then.
Trail Head



nuclear fishing

historic crapper at our house rental



Saturday, April 26, 2014

Chickamauga Lake - Settling In

The troops have arrived here in south Tennessee. The production has been minimal on our first attempt this evening as the big fish kitty has been pushed to tomorrow as nobody caught anything worthy of being weighed. All is not lost, however, as we are dealing with a lake that covers close to 60 miles and we maybe covered a mile of that. Until tomorrow, fish on.
Trail Head 
boat captains
colorful crappie (and nice photo bomb from Al)

 
Friday night near Berea, KY at the luxurious (insert sarcasm) Red Carpet Inn

Saturday, April 19, 2014

2014 Pedal

My Madison, Wisconsin experience last summer brought a new niche to the bike tour this year. Riding in the woods will still happen on Thursdays but Fridays/Saturdays now have the option of pedaling the Novi/Northville Pavement "Juice" Bar Tour. Some of these juice bars on a rare occasion have sports on multiple televisions and chicken wings to eat. The tour touches maybe 100 yards of exposure to the main road traffic; the rest of the ride is on sidewalks and through neighborhoods. There are a lot of healthy establishments to choose from along the ride.
 
With that, the 2014 riding schedule:


April 24 - Island Lake
May 1 - Brighton
May 8 - Pontiac Lake
May 15   - Highland
May 22 - Milford
May 29 - Island Lake
June 5 - Brighton
June 12   - Pontiac Lake
June 19   - Highland
June 26 - Maybury
July 3 - Island Lake
July 10 - Brighton
July 17    - Lakeshore Park
July 24  - Highland
July 31  - Pontiac Lake
August 7   - Island Lake
August 14 - Brighton
August 21 - Pontiac Lake
August 28 - Highland
September 4 - Hickory Glen
September 11 - Island Lake
September 18 - Brighton
September  25 - Pontiac Lake
October 2 - banquet, location TBD

Trailhead meeting time is 6 pm. Times, dates, and locations are subject to change. Non-riders are, as always, welcome to join in for post ride hanging. Sunday morning riding (the Church of Tim) will again commence this year at various locations throughout the area. Hope to see you all out there on the trails or in the parking lot.
Trail Head

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Way Back Machine - Ticket Stories

Tickets. The process to attain them has come a long way since my first concert roughly 30 years ago. I remember Mark C. and Dave M. being our designated ticket buyers in high school. They would collect the funds from everybody and then make the drive to the ticket office at Twelve Oaks mall. There was no Internet so it was every man for themselves once the mall doors opened. I can picture those two doing a sprint through Hudson's, running up the escalator and making a mad dash to the ticket booth. Thanks guys.
With that, here are some tickets and their stories.  
 
Black Sabbath - Cobo Arena - November 11, 1983
My first concert. Just 15 years old at the time; what a way to break into the concert scene. I always ragged on my brother in that his first concert was the Bee Gees; ha. As far the show, it wasn't so much about the band as Sabbath didn't have Ozzy or Dio leading them at the time. It was the whole experience. Everything from the fans dressed in more or less Halloween costumes (whole lotta leather and leopard) to the many illuminated crosses that the band had on stage. I recall a little person being part of the act dressed in a devil-like costume on stage right before the band came on. And yes, of course I bought a concert shirt but it was one of those that shrunk to baby size after one wash so a lesson learned there.     
 
 
 
The Romantics - Pine Knob - July 27, 1984
As Sabbath was my first concert, this show was my introduction to Pine Knob. Hanging out with about 40 of your friends on a beautiful summer evening, it was one of my all-time favorite experiences. The 40 reference is a conservative estimate as about a quarter of the hill was Milford.
 
 
 
Michigan Panthers - 1983-1984
It was a short run and as the lack of sell outs confirm, not everyone embraced the Panthers; but I dug them. Everything from the uniforms to Anthony Carter to John Corker to Novo Bojovic. I recently won a USFL trivia contest on the radio as the hosts were amazed that I knew that Chuck Fusina was the quarterback for the Philadelphia Stars or that Reggie Collier was the quarterback of the Birmingham Stallions. I thought everyone knew that. I only got on because the two callers before me knew absolutely nothing about the league; again confirming my initial statement.  The ticket prices sure weren't the problem; $9.50 for 15th row in the lower level is not too bad. Gus, Jim, Joe and Rob got season tickets the second (and final) year and I went to a few with them when one couldn't go. They were right behind the visitor's bench and could pretty much hear what the players/coaches were saying.
Long live the 1983 USFL champions!
 
 
 
Indy 500 - May 24, 1998
While it wasn't the Indy 500 of my youth when the Mario Andretti and A.J. Foyt's of the world were kicking ass, it was still the Indy 500. As the character in the movie Platoon says, "Ain't nothing like a piece of pussy, except maybe the Indy 500." I wasn't even looking to go but a co-worker friend when I was working in Indianapolis had a ticket available. I was available, and there I was in seats near the finish line. It was a pretty cool experience.

 
 

Chicago - Chicago Stadium, Wrigley Field, Soldier Field
Ah yes, our friendly neighbors across the lake. A short drive and game on!
The Red Wing-Blackhawk road trip in 1993 was one for the record books. The game was at the since tore down Chicago Stadium and am glad I got to see it once. I am guessing there were about 10 of us so Rob and I rented a large van to transport the troops. This van had the baldest tires and I-94 was a black ice paradise so a gold star to Rob for getting a pack of beverage drinking morons there. Matt B. was working in Chicago at the time and was able to get the tickets. One day our group took over a local neighborhood bar (Uncle Leo's?) for pretty much the entire afternoon. The bartender had to go down the street to re-stock the blackberry brandy (yuck!) because we consumed her stock. So there we were with our happy faces on and "Sweet Caroline" comes on the jukebox. While it's tough NOT to sing along when it comes on; add a few blackberry brandies and you have yourself a chorus. Rob opened the bar door and sang to a passerby who was so startled, she dropped her groceries on the sidewalk. I have tried to find the bar since returning to the city but don't think it's there anymore. There are many other stories from that trip but to protect those involved, I'll leave those for garage talk only.


Indianapolis Colts 1998 Season - RCA Dome
The reason this stands out because it was Peyton Manning's rookie year. He was an interception machine but obviously  learned from his mistakes that first year. A co-worker friend and I bought a pack of three season tickets as the franchise was pretty much giving them away due to the team sucking. They had designated tailgate areas for the season ticket holders sponsored by local bars (free beer and food!). But again, you can eat all the wings and drink all the beer you want, you eventually had to watch some bad football.  


 
Acts So Good You See Them Multiple Times
Seger, Seinfeld, and Steely Dan. They have never disappointed.
 

 
 
 
 
 
Various Road Trips - Using Work Time To Your Advantage
Some trips are planned to see whatever Detroit team play on the road but if I'm on the road for work, you bet I'll be checking to see if the local team is playing. Case in point when I was through Philadelphia and Toronto in recent years. I didn't care that it was the Phillies vs. the Padres or the Blue Jays vs. the Orioles, I just wanted to check out their stadiums. 
My list of stadiums attended is not shabby, however, as is the case in life, there is always someone better out there. One of my bosses at work is three ballparks away from seeing every major league baseball stadium. Got me on that one.
 

 

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Getting The Hell Out of Dodge

I have no idea where that saying came from but about a month ago while shoveling, I had a thought that if there was such a place, it was time to get the hell out of it. After some map investigation, Jamaica hadn't been seen by the large melon so south I went. I wasn't in the mood for any all-inclusive/enclosed resort area. I wanted to get out and meet the locals; and meet them I did.
My hotel was about a mile walk from the airport in Montego Bay so taxi time wasn't needed. The locals looked at me like I was nuts in that I would actually walk. It was more of a concern of lost cab fare versus my well-being, however. During my walk, I got to witness the Jamaican custom of horn honking. They honk for "hello," honk for "need a cab," honk for "get out of my way" or just honk for no particular reason, like my dad sometimes does; just to make sure its working. They love their horns.
I arrived at my hotel about an hour early for check-in so I had some time to kill before my room was ready. The front desk suggested a bar down the street. While at the bar, I met locals Steve and Kay. Steve fit the mold of the comedy skit awhile back with the Jamaican character saying "how many jobs you got, mon?" Steve is a tour guide/taxi driver/bartender/carpenter. His picture is below. The guy was definitely not sitting at home watching reality shows. I was obviously leery at first of being robbed/scammed by someone I've just met but he was on the up and up and ended up driving me to Negril later in the week. We'll get to that story later.  
My lodging at Toby's Resort was just what the doctor ordered. No loud neighbors, clean room, two pools, food/bar on the premises and a short walk to the strip/beach. House bartender Oshane poured a mean morning Rum Punch. A great way to greet the day.
The main hangout during the week was a BBQ place that was right on the beach. They had chicken, beer, a great view and cable access to get my sports fix. A shout out to Cidella, Ritchie, and Kirk for serving me many delicious Red Stripe drafts throughout the week. Kirk actually works on Mackinac Island at the Grand Hotel during the summer. I brought up "Horns Bar" on Mackinac and he replied in a thick Jamaican accent, "oh mon....Horns." 
I brought the snorkel gear as you can see in the attached pictures, the water is about as clear as you'll encounter. The views were beautiful underwater, however, I probably only saw a slice of what was down there. I'm not that strong of a swimmer so I didn't get to see what was told of some beautiful coral reef area out towards the deeper waters. It was early in the morning, there was no lifeguard around and I wasn't in the mood for drowning so I hung in the shallow area. No regrets. 
Even with more or less "tourist" stamped on my forehead, I never felt threatened walking the streets at anytime of the day or night. The only people approaching you either wanted to sell something or have you buy them a beer. They know that the only person U.S. folks will relate to in Jamaica is Bob Marley so I must have been solicited at least a handful of times during the week with "buy me a beer at this Bob Marley bar up here." Every bar was a Bob Marley bar. There wasn't any direct pan handling but a tip was always welcome in cases where a local was hanging out in front of a store and you asked if they had beer for sale inside.
Tuesday I got to see the Jamaican countryside as tour guide/taxi driver/bartender/carpenter Steve drove me out to Negril; about an hour and a half drive from Montego Bay. They drive on the left side of the road and have the steering wheel on the right in Jamaica so that was a pretty wild experience. Steve should add race car driver to his job titles as he had his white mini-van hurling across the countryside at quite a speed during some sections. A few goats came oh so close to being road kill. A beautiful countryside it was though. Upon arriving in Negril, we passed Hedonism II. While having a few beers in Negril, Steve was joking (I think he was joking) that I should pay the $100 day fee at the Hedonism resort and have my way with some of the talent. He was telling stories of his experiences there. Steve has the gift of gab and oh can the guy tell stories. So while he was telling of his Hedonism experiences, I asked him about the myth I've read where members of a certain race don't like to go below the border on the female for "service time." Steve replied, as only a Jamaican could, "oh no mon, I lick it like a lollypop!" Too much information? Maybe, but a story that still makes me giggle.
Thanks for the experience Jamaica.
Trail Head


tour guide/taxi driver/bartender/carpenter Steve

maybe next time...



upstairs bar

entrance to local bar
 
Cidella


my crib

Ritchie serving green Red Stripe on St. Patty's Day

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Evolution of Man; Evolution of Phone



Yep, hell has officially frozen over (but is slowly melting, however); the guy who is the last to the party in terms of gadgets (and the first to leave) has joined the fancy phone world. What a long, strange trip it's been as each phone had a reason for it's existence.
My landline phone, it's service turned off sometime around 2007, was a work x-mas party prize. Until the world sent me a sign telling me otherwise, I was content with being a member of the telephone book. "Who needs a cell phone?" Then the world sent me a sign. I locked my keys in my car and thought to myself, "It sure would be nice to have a cell phone right now." That was the birth of cell phone number one.
Cell phones one and two served their purpose, however, I was again behind technology in that everybody was now texting; and in some cases, sexting. The thrill of sexting is lost pretty quick though when you have to work the #6 and #4 keys multiple times to get your word out there. That led to cell phone three with the full keyboard.
Number three was going to be the one and met most of my needs but I recently received another sign; work started blocking personal e-mail access, With that, welcome to the family fancy phone and the extra $30 to my bill!
Trail Head

Sunday, March 2, 2014

My New Crib

Yep, my 1,000 year mortgage was approved and this little baby is all mine. Cleaning 250 rooms might be a toughie, however.
The large melon headed south Friday for a break from shoveling (and wasn't that nice of Mother Nature to leave me a 1/2 foot to shovel when I came home today?). The destination Saturday was Asheville, North Carolina for a visit to the 100+ year old house pictured above, the Biltmore. All I have to say is....damn!!!! What a bachelor pad (was initially)! They didn't spare any detail whether it was in the dining room, spa, smoking room, billiard room, library, the many spare bedrooms (short mattresses, bummer), and on and on. Throw in the Blue Ridge Mountains in the back yard, and you officially have Utopia. Not bad for a summer getaway place.
Warmer days are near Michigan!
Trail Head
not a bad looking back yard view
dining room


funky monkey gargoyles

big head in front of big house