Making energy > making time

I recently saw it suggested we should focus on making energy, since we can’t make more time.

My understanding is that, when we have more energy, we’re better able to use the time we’ve got. That make a lot of sense.

I see how my good friend Greg went from couch to 5k to ultramarathons to centennials on his bike. I see how healthy and happy he is these days.

I really want that. C25K installed. I’ve got the time. Just need to commit and start making that energy.

Give Me Novocaine

PSA: Stay on top of your dental hygiene, people. Seriously.

Long story short, I was the kid who never had trouble with the dentist. I had one filling until my late thirties, when more than a decade without either dental coverage or funds finally caught up with me.

Then I spent well over US$1,000 on a dozen fillings and a nasty root canal. My mouth was so jacked up after that, I waited over two years to go back to the dentist—a new dentist. Who did a great job of three small fillings, but the pent-up anxiety over how my mouth would feel afterward (sigh, still jacked) set me up for a rough time.

Three separate rounds of novocaine shots. And I still felt it on one tooth.

It’s so much easier to just brush and floss like you’re supposed to, ya know?

The Case for Electric Fans (& 4L)

It was uncharacteristically hot for SoCal this weekend. Brutally hot. Combined with slowly creeping up a rough, steep road, it was a real test of cooling system design.

Following Wade in the Spool Bus at the start of the trail.

We weren’t 15 minutes into the climb when my temp gauge started moving north of it’s usual haunt, just below the halfway mark. With no apparent place to pull over or let people by, I was starting to freak out.

But then I saw Josh pulled over around the next bend, hood open, engine revving to 2500rpm to get some coolant and airflow through his radiator. And then it was Phil, in the Evo, doing likewise, around the next bend.

The only ones without cooling system worries were the guys with fully built trucks running lower gears and electric fans. And they weren’t about to leave anyone behind.

Our first cool-down spot… about half a mile into the trail.

A small storm cloud teased cooling rain that would never happen. Half a dozen hang- and paragliders circled slowly and silently above.

It took us at least two hours to make the five mile drive up to the summit. I stopped four times to let Fezzik cool down. One of those times, I sat for 20 minutes waiting to make sure the transmission temps came back down, too.

Sometimes you just have to stop and smell the coolant.

In the end, we all made it to the top. Spending the evening around an LED campfire, getting to know each other better. It was wonderful. And, even more wonderful, Fezzik’s misfire was nowhere to be found on the hellish crawl to the top.

Oh! And I already have an electric radiator fan and updated transfer case lever ready to go in the garage. Excellent.

Everyone made it to the top. It was an epic adventure.