<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113</id><updated>2011-12-05T07:26:48.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backin1980</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-6934405567112325373</id><published>2009-06-26T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:07:58.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beenie Babies take up too much space</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SkWCp1WpiuI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ZBRbvkuYJbo/s1600-h/19333495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351827387408026338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SkWCp1WpiuI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ZBRbvkuYJbo/s400/19333495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hosting two Blogs is a tough job that requires a keen understanding of the Internet and all it's gifts. It's always good to remember that one mans treasure is not always another's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep up with my irreverent look at life just click on the Teamredlands link to the right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-6934405567112325373?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/6934405567112325373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/6934405567112325373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2009/06/hosting-two-blogs-is-tough-job-that.html' title='Beenie Babies take up too much space'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SkWCp1WpiuI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ZBRbvkuYJbo/s72-c/19333495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-5482507320827129358</id><published>2009-06-04T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:03:27.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another problem solved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SigxPeGNo-I/AAAAAAAAATc/W11pPXfvDsU/s1600-h/2n80w1v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343575099722015714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SigxPeGNo-I/AAAAAAAAATc/W11pPXfvDsU/s400/2n80w1v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swine Flu ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-5482507320827129358?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/5482507320827129358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/5482507320827129358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-problem-solved.html' title='Another problem solved'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SigxPeGNo-I/AAAAAAAAATc/W11pPXfvDsU/s72-c/2n80w1v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-460705679537749565</id><published>2009-06-01T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:27:05.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangar 24 , a stock I would own.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SiRU24oPi0I/AAAAAAAAASU/Uo6xi3mw07k/s1600-h/picture_38.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342488359859096386" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SiRU24oPi0I/AAAAAAAAASU/Uo6xi3mw07k/s400/picture_38.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was the first anniversary of Hangar 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that 78 % of businesses fail in the first 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read recently that the economy has been going south?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed more home are for sale in my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, As I walked the 3 miles from my car to the entrance of the Hangar 24 I took time to reflect upon a true success story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a transplanted building from Norton AFB, some used beer making equipment from the defunct Monte Carlo brewery. Ben has made the American dream come true. Congratulations to him and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice to know that beer, will keep us going through any economic downturn. Last time I checked no breweries have received any TARP money to keep going. That’s because the American people will always support beer and the men who make it god bless America and and god bless HANGAR 24. Sorry I think I am still a little drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS , Is it still to late to Invest in Hangar 24 ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-460705679537749565?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/460705679537749565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/460705679537749565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2009/06/hangar-24-stock-i-would-own.html' title='Hangar 24 , a stock I would own.'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SiRU24oPi0I/AAAAAAAAASU/Uo6xi3mw07k/s72-c/picture_38.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-8029322445935495367</id><published>2009-05-20T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:30:06.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to 50</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/ShRMCymB9hI/AAAAAAAAAR0/CEUq6fABwNY/s1600-h/the_wrestler10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337975069165614610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/ShRMCymB9hI/AAAAAAAAAR0/CEUq6fABwNY/s400/the_wrestler10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day's until I turn 50............1,178 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-8029322445935495367?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/8029322445935495367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/8029322445935495367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2009/05/countdown-to-50.html' title='Countdown to 50'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/ShRMCymB9hI/AAAAAAAAAR0/CEUq6fABwNY/s72-c/the_wrestler10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-8557138832510361676</id><published>2009-05-18T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:59:46.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kit make's the man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/ShHKp5Sh0yI/AAAAAAAAARc/xXM5qX0vZXc/s1600-h/295743070_1378588365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337269854512730914" style="WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/ShHKp5Sh0yI/AAAAAAAAARc/xXM5qX0vZXc/s400/295743070_1378588365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There has been much confussion lately as to who rides for what team. In an effort to make everyone feel like one big cycling community a show of solidairoty was evendent on the Saturday ride.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next week all riders will be asked to wear the Kit of there respected allegence. I for one will continue to look toward a day when no Kit will be required. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Body Suit man , now thats a team I know some of you can get behind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-8557138832510361676?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/8557138832510361676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/8557138832510361676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2009/05/kit-makes-man.html' title='The Kit make&apos;s the man'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/ShHKp5Sh0yI/AAAAAAAAARc/xXM5qX0vZXc/s72-c/295743070_1378588365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-3724389466476114345</id><published>2009-05-09T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T18:01:43.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharks and old peolpe like Florida ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SgYXid9aZaI/AAAAAAAAARU/u4JBDco3fTo/s1600-h/page5_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333976689592133026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SgYXid9aZaI/AAAAAAAAARU/u4JBDco3fTo/s400/page5_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shark mystery finally solved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each winter, the basking sharks that live in the northern Atlantic and Pacific oceans vanish for the cold season. Where do they go? The question has puzzled scientists for decades, but they have uncovered at least part of the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basking shark populations that live off New England head to the tropics, National geographic reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="axs270"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scientists solved the mystery by tagging 25 of the giant fish and tracking them with satellite transmitters. Many of the sharks swam to Florida. Others headed to the Caribbean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When a tag popped up in the Caribbean Sea, the scientists said they were really blown away,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents and every other person I know living in the northeast heads to Florida or Arizona every winter. Are you really telling me, a team of scientist from Seaworld of Cincinnati and National geographic, used infrared satellites to determine that people much like sharks enjoy warmer water? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can wait for the Adult Book store study that shows more 8 inch vibrators are sold than 3 inch ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless the scientific community and the government grants that keep this good work going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-3724389466476114345?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/3724389466476114345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/3724389466476114345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2009/05/sharks-and-old-peolpe-like-florida.html' title='Sharks and old peolpe like Florida ?'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SgYXid9aZaI/AAAAAAAAARU/u4JBDco3fTo/s72-c/page5_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-4149297021146356190</id><published>2009-05-08T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:44:18.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You think you know peolpe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SgRS5DRrWQI/AAAAAAAAARM/HQTpwQAd2Fk/s1600-h/41zMtbc9akL__AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333478998798981378" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SgRS5DRrWQI/AAAAAAAAARM/HQTpwQAd2Fk/s400/41zMtbc9akL__AA280_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1994 Major league baseball strike led to the cancellation of 948 games and the entire post season and the World Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relevance of the above action is an important foot note on any response to what happened to Manny Ramirez yesterday. Major league baseball needed something to get the public excited about baseball and return to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That next season saw an epic home run battle by Sammy Sosa and Mark McGuire. The list of other mediocre players hitting home runs was ridiculous.  The fuel of choice back then was Andro, the rub, the clear and Hgh. What ever happened to Tang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think there is any sport in the world that is not full of people using you performance enhancing drugs than you are the one high on crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steroids, HGH, cow urine, horse feces, or West African bullfrog semen. Is Pete Rose still not in the Baseball hall of fame for betting on his own team to win games?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you honestly think that in the last 10 years one team for even one season had NO PLAYERS using Steroids or HGH you’re kidding yourself.  Please save the, “Oh but this guy only did it for one year,” and, “No one knows how long he was doing it.” Save that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my point is this. Baseball is not much different than a Urban Cougar. She was getting a little old and tired looking so she went in for some work. Botox, tummy tuck and Boob Job.&lt;br /&gt;Major League baseball went the same route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manny got caught loaded up with female Estrogen. My old Red Sox Manny jersey always fit me a little weird in the chest area and now I know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-4149297021146356190?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/4149297021146356190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/4149297021146356190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-think-you-know-peolpe.html' title='You think you know peolpe'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SgRS5DRrWQI/AAAAAAAAARM/HQTpwQAd2Fk/s72-c/41zMtbc9akL__AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-4111871225649351014</id><published>2009-04-28T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:19:39.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is Chinese food better a day later ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SfeA4q5XOoI/AAAAAAAAARE/Es1wcKMSnJo/s1600-h/china.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329870395092187778" style="WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SfeA4q5XOoI/AAAAAAAAARE/Es1wcKMSnJo/s400/china.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day I received a flyer in the mail from an establishment called " Hong Kong Cuisine" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boasting it's grand opening and are you ready for this " free delivery". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing Redlands has been missing was Chinese food delivered to my home. I called the other night and within 30 minutes a man was at my back door with piping hot Chinese food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told the proprietors of the Hong Kong Cuisine I would take it upon myself to tell all of Redlands of there free delivery and wicked good Vegetable Egg Foo Young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for those of you who missed the grand opening of the dream Cafe owned by Babu Bhatt. Please don't miss this opportunity to keep the little guy going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is an excerpt of my conversation with the owner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owner You're a very kind man. Very kind, thank you. Very kind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-4111871225649351014?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/4111871225649351014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/4111871225649351014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-is-chinese-food-better-day-later.html' title='Why is Chinese food better a day later ?'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SfeA4q5XOoI/AAAAAAAAARE/Es1wcKMSnJo/s72-c/china.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-2936972388464644535</id><published>2009-04-14T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:12:28.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You must be 18 or over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SeUV_TqjKBI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8qxKkQXNpeM/s1600-h/funny09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324686311790159890" style="WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SeUV_TqjKBI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8qxKkQXNpeM/s400/funny09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday will represent the 6 month mark since I broke my pelvis. There are 1,330,044,544 Chinese people who could care less so don’t worry your not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was instructed by my doctor not to get into any cycling situations that may lead to my ass hitting the pavement until that date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last few weeks I have done the 909 sampler rides. Heading out to Rain cross, Tuesday night twice and this last Thursday night I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Crit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are my observations of the three rides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sunset World championships: you can’t fake this ride if you have no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt;. You can peacock your way to serpentine. After that it’s just you and the sound of a trash truck beep beep beep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Crit&lt;/span&gt;: you can’t fake this ride if you can’t hold a line into a turn. Sure I came around the front on the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; lap rode hard to San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bernardino&lt;/span&gt; Avenue. Then the real move came. I really felt as if I was a part of something for 4 and ½ minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Rain cross: you can’t fake this ride if you have not been out for longer than 2 hours on a ride. I always say you can tell how your Saturday is going to go as we climb up honeycomb hill in Grand Terrace. On my first Saturday back I think I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sharted&lt;/span&gt; myself on that climb out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the 6 months is over and now I am free to get some Ink a piercing and ride like the wind ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Christopher&lt;/span&gt; cross ) version of the wind that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-2936972388464644535?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/2936972388464644535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/2936972388464644535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-must-be-18-or-over.html' title='You must be 18 or over'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SeUV_TqjKBI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8qxKkQXNpeM/s72-c/funny09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-6713867117871410143</id><published>2009-04-01T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:24:03.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenny Don't Surf !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SdPG9oQ7LuI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9DOjkJSwQBk/s1600-h/boston_cards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319814346937413346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SdPG9oQ7LuI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9DOjkJSwQBk/s400/boston_cards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the Redlands Bike Classic this weekend. I feel like its your civic duty to head downtown to watch the race . I have a bike that has a suggested retail value of $ 9,300 and I don't even know what " Crit" stands for ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am still on the 6 month DL (disabled list) for those of you with no knowledge of baseball. I spent my weekend with the rest of the " Shammy Sniffers" on the curb. Did I mention recently how much fun it is to be big leagued , Now I know what Midwest aluminum siding salesman feel like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was watching the races I was thinking how fun it would have been to watch the Races with Kenny Powers. Kenny was once asked if he had ever competed in a Triathlon. to which he responded “I play real sports…not trying to be the best at exercising.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always though the classic was missing something. Betting. This year for the 35+ crits , i made available para mutual betting. Next year I am going to include a pick 6 which will include the cat 5 race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Team Redlands kits were on display at the races. Note to Team members you may want to avoid riding by any of the schools or churches with the new french Rio cut down the groin. A special thanks to Borat for his input on the cut of the kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back baseball , GO SOX !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SdPGqW7w1HI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mU0WxLLAskU/s1600-h/eastbounddown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319814015867737202" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SdPGqW7w1HI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mU0WxLLAskU/s400/eastbounddown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-6713867117871410143?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/6713867117871410143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/6713867117871410143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2009/04/kenny-dont-surf.html' title='Kenny Don&apos;t Surf !'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SdPG9oQ7LuI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9DOjkJSwQBk/s72-c/boston_cards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-8632390759402585741</id><published>2009-03-06T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:24:08.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A home is not an ATM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SbFKC9-iDKI/AAAAAAAAAPg/pjVV-OJVr8s/s1600-h/weathermaster_atm_ftbg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310106850503560354" style="WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SbFKC9-iDKI/AAAAAAAAAPg/pjVV-OJVr8s/s400/weathermaster_atm_ftbg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to send a quick thank you note to all my fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Americans&lt;/span&gt; who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; tell the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt; between a Home and a ATM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SbFJ7vsSfsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0vW7GyqkyEo/s1600-h/imag0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310106726409862850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SbFJ7vsSfsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0vW7GyqkyEo/s400/imag0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-8632390759402585741?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/8632390759402585741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/8632390759402585741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-is-not-atm.html' title='A home is not an ATM'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SbFKC9-iDKI/AAAAAAAAAPg/pjVV-OJVr8s/s72-c/weathermaster_atm_ftbg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-7266233354817993570</id><published>2009-02-10T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:03:30.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A - ROID'S  MESSAGE MACHINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SZJNJwuvmRI/AAAAAAAAAPA/WIwLqseIwdc/s1600-h/a-rod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301384541463615762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SZJNJwuvmRI/AAAAAAAAAPA/WIwLqseIwdc/s400/a-rod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Top Ten Messages Left on Alex Rodriguez's Answering Machine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "Hey, it's Mark McGwire. Want to get together this week and not talk about the past?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "Joe Torre here -- thanks for helping book sales"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "Could you find a steroid that keeps you from choking in the playoffs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "Are you worried this will taint all the championships you didn't win?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "It's Bernie Madoff. Nice try but I'm still the most hated man in New York"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Michael Phelps here. Got any snacks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "This is Sammy Sosa. Just pretend you don't speak English"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Michael Phelps again. Did I call you or did you call me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Hey, it's Rod Blagojevich -- I'll say you're innocent, if you say I am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "It's Madonna. You got a phone number for Jeter?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-7266233354817993570?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/7266233354817993570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/7266233354817993570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2009/02/roids-message-machine.html' title='A - ROID&apos;S  MESSAGE MACHINE'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SZJNJwuvmRI/AAAAAAAAAPA/WIwLqseIwdc/s72-c/a-rod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-2463822980134477760</id><published>2009-02-09T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:54:56.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dad needs an Owl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SZBH2Ck3QJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/2-TeGw5Hr04/s1600-h/howard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300815755145068690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SZBH2Ck3QJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/2-TeGw5Hr04/s400/howard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father called the other day and said he needed an Owl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He like myself have never read a book so I knew he was not making a Harry Potter reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought maybe that was code for a women. Maybe in the 1930's they called chicks they met night Owls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently an Owl will scare away birds from your house or in his case the 8 x 10 patio cell they give seniors at Del Boca Vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after our weekly trip to Sizzler for Malibu Chicken we headed over to Home Depot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is with the Owl. If this doesn't work he says he wants a BB gun. I am reluctant to buy him the BB gun but you gotta let kids make there own mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-2463822980134477760?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/2463822980134477760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/2463822980134477760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-dad-needs-owl.html' title='My dad needs an Owl'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SZBH2Ck3QJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/2-TeGw5Hr04/s72-c/howard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-5542978946677153888</id><published>2009-01-27T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:59:46.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of things have Changed since last I rode</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SX_b3KrFk0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/nqkgFXNpp7g/s1600-h/13obama-bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296193427615355714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SX_b3KrFk0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/nqkgFXNpp7g/s400/13obama-bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The world&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;strong&gt;Changed &lt;/strong&gt;since the last time I rode my bike. I got out the other day for my first venture on the road and I was struck by the many things that have changed since last time I rode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent lots of time in the &lt;strong&gt;gym&lt;/strong&gt; during the last 90 days. In the past I would ask someone If I could work in with them on a machine. Now you just have to wait for them to finish sending a Text message. Sorry fatty that does not count as cross training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of &lt;strong&gt;Insurance&lt;/strong&gt; , I changed to State Farm. I have have auto , home , fire , earthquake , locus swarm , life and something called an umbrella. Oops I don't have Life they wouldn't take that risk, do you blame them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was attacked by a pack of &lt;strong&gt;wild bees&lt;/strong&gt;. I remembered Dane Cook and I punched one of them in the face. Damn that felt good to punch a bee in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone was yelling hey&lt;strong&gt; fattass&lt;/strong&gt; from a 1988 Honda civic in Mentone. I couldn't figure out who he was yelling at. I looked around and couldn't see anyone else ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new &lt;strong&gt;Bike&lt;/strong&gt;. I figured this will be the toughest of all my comebacks. So I will need a technologically advanced steed to find my way back to my place in the riding world. I have no place in the riding world, that will never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The value of my &lt;strong&gt;401k &lt;/strong&gt;and Home have changed . Thank God another 600 stimulus check is in the mail. that should pay for some pedals for my bike.  Will they change the name from 401 k to something else. 401 k just sounds like something that would have a really big number in it...mine does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My State Tax Refund is going to be paid as an I OWE YOU. I remembered they did that in dumb and dumber with the money in the suitcase. I would file early if I were you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-5542978946677153888?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/5542978946677153888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/5542978946677153888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2009/01/lots-of-things-have-changed-since-last.html' title='Lots of things have Changed since last I rode'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SX_b3KrFk0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/nqkgFXNpp7g/s72-c/13obama-bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-1299232124316802208</id><published>2009-01-06T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:39:53.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jock Cousteau and Budweiser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWOIYWiLPMI/AAAAAAAAANU/6BXDUuH0lmk/s1600-h/shamu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288220339410255042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWOIYWiLPMI/AAAAAAAAANU/6BXDUuH0lmk/s400/shamu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more free beer samples at SeaWorld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no free lunches in life, but one could always count on free beer samples at Anheuser-Busch theme parks. Until now.The brewer has put the kibosh on the free beer samples at its SeaWorld theme park in San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brewer plans to build restaurants, or other food-related venues, which have a broader appeal to children and families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you the only appeal that place ever had for 50 bucks was the fact my father could throw down some free beer. this free beer allowed my father not to beat us as we waited in the heat for one hour to see the Seamore and Clyde show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I have memories of my youth . Enjoying the Shamu show in the splash zone while my Father was full of 8 ounce beer samples. I am just worried about the future of the parks. Parents will now be forced to endure the Penguin encounter sober. There will be more beatings at SeaWorld than a Walmart toy aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''People who like beer and the hospitality of those facilities might be disappointed,'' Sea world executives said. ``This was something that had pretty narrow appeal. We were looking to expand it into something that had broader appeal.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really a broader appeal than beer. you might want to check your statistics. Well good luck with your new build a Shamu work shop for 19.95 a toy. I for one will not return until the beer is free once again and we can all watch the dolphin show the way God intended it.......Drunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-1299232124316802208?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/1299232124316802208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/1299232124316802208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2009/01/jock-cousteau-and-budweiser.html' title='Jock Cousteau and Budweiser'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWOIYWiLPMI/AAAAAAAAANU/6BXDUuH0lmk/s72-c/shamu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-4607465935759603111</id><published>2009-01-04T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:16:26.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you master of your Domain ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWGH1NmuhWI/AAAAAAAAANM/fIyhVv0y128/s1600-h/30188-hi-Seinfeld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287656785764582754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 372px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWGH1NmuhWI/AAAAAAAAANM/fIyhVv0y128/s400/30188-hi-Seinfeld.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two types of people in this world. The ones who get it and the ones who don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get what you’re asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all of life can be traced to a little show called Seinfeld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 1990 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; 1998 we were given 180 episodes of Seinfeld. Until the advent of this show many of us just thought the daily freak show that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;endured&lt;/span&gt; was unique to each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last year reminded me of how important Seinfeld is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The root of many mistakes we all make can be traced to the worlds colliding episode. In life you should never let your worlds collide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your worlds start to collide you may have to lay low while the dust settles. A good place to do this is in a Bubble. The bubble Boy all taught us that a plastic bubble is a nice get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the heat is off you might head out to dinner with the family. Just remember that your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt; may have owned a pony even though you hate ponies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself a little sluggish before a ride you might reach for a “mango “.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my lay off I went shopping for a little support. I still can’t decide between the “bro” or the “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Manzere&lt;/span&gt;. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Panera&lt;/span&gt; bread the other day for soup. I asked for small turkey bisque. When I asked for bread I was refused service for one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That seemed a little harsh so I headed over to H &amp;amp; H Bagel. The strike seemed to finally be over. I can still hear the echoes of no bagel, no bagel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see there are really no way you can go through a morning let alone an entire day without a Seinfeld reference? Just remember as funny as those shows were they all had more messages than an after school special starring blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you find yourself doing something that seems very familiar. Ask yourself what George would do. And if you find yourself in a situation George was in you are already in big trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you head through this year remember that your only chance at success may be to do the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck and Serenity Now !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-4607465935759603111?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/4607465935759603111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/4607465935759603111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-you-master-of-your-domain.html' title='Are you master of your Domain ?'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWGH1NmuhWI/AAAAAAAAANM/fIyhVv0y128/s72-c/30188-hi-Seinfeld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-4130689404624128664</id><published>2008-12-23T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:55:12.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Comeback has started</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SVEUwTkL7RI/AAAAAAAAAMk/opRhkyH5M2o/s1600-h/fatguyinspandex-1-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283026658000629010" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SVEUwTkL7RI/AAAAAAAAAMk/opRhkyH5M2o/s400/fatguyinspandex-1-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift of time that was the gift I received from Santa this Christmas. I received this gift back in October in the way of a broken Pelvis. Many of you have been wondering why I didn’t use this time to update my Blog. Hopefully this recent photo of me will answer some questions about what I have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a brief stint bouncing around a few hot dog eating contests in central Asia I have official began my come back. I am not allowed to ride in public until Mid January. I am not sure if that is because my bike frame is suspect to hold my body weight or because I look like the Ron Jeremy of cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month we ordered our new team Redlands kits for the upcoming season. I went with Medium. I wonder if it’s too late to change my size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-4130689404624128664?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/4130689404624128664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/4130689404624128664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2008/12/comeback-has-started.html' title='The Comeback has started'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SVEUwTkL7RI/AAAAAAAAAMk/opRhkyH5M2o/s72-c/fatguyinspandex-1-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-8047566611498864186</id><published>2008-09-10T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T12:28:59.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck it France</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SMgeMHo640I/AAAAAAAAAKM/dmd1Jn3yNL0/s1600-h/lance_armstrong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244474959630885698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SMgeMHo640I/AAAAAAAAAKM/dmd1Jn3yNL0/s400/lance_armstrong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance shown here just a few minutes up the road from me at this years Boston Marathon has decided to return to professional cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Lance to ask why....Lance said After beating me in this years Boston Marathon he knew he had done all he could do in the world of running. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;offed&lt;/span&gt; my help in getting him back on the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; he may be at the Saturday ride next week and wanted to know who the four horseman were and do Health Net riders get free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;medical&lt;/span&gt; and dental ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back Lance , Eat it France.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-8047566611498864186?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/8047566611498864186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/8047566611498864186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2008/09/suck-it-france.html' title='Suck it France'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SMgeMHo640I/AAAAAAAAAKM/dmd1Jn3yNL0/s72-c/lance_armstrong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-6843967938425566779</id><published>2008-09-05T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:13:04.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are these Squirrels coming from ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SMFJZZR4F9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/_5Lh7H4Ex0g/s1600-h/swihart_squirrels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242552141867390930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SMFJZZR4F9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/_5Lh7H4Ex0g/s400/swihart_squirrels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just my imagination or is there an inordinate amount of squirrels on baseball field this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid . They had many give a way nights to get you to the ballfield. There were such classics as the Met life windbreaker, Disco sucks and Hat night. Now adays the parks offer the stuff that really gets the kids out.  Thunder sticks, Big Daddy Vlady bobble heads and Those giant foam fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the above are great give aways and surely get an extra 20 kids to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion if you really want to see attendance at baseball games pick up you need to randomly release some type of VAR MIT onto the field. Now the fat umpire chasing down the squirrel is good comedy but lets flip it. On any given night a cheetah or cougar would be released. Who wouldn't pay good money to see AROD mauled by a wild animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow I have forwarded my suggestions to the Pittsburgh pirates. Next season they will give it a try. They will promote Jack Hannah Night. Baseball just got fun again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SMFJOQvG_uI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zT0iX4CSaVA/s1600-h/2638583313_1a16e0155f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242551950595522274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SMFJOQvG_uI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zT0iX4CSaVA/s400/2638583313_1a16e0155f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-6843967938425566779?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/6843967938425566779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/6843967938425566779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-are-these-squirrels-coming-from.html' title='Where are these Squirrels coming from ?'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SMFJZZR4F9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/_5Lh7H4Ex0g/s72-c/swihart_squirrels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-9022086343840464250</id><published>2008-09-03T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:03:51.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more Socks and Sandals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SL7Q1l0p9tI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/LIBZGGdNujQ/s1600-h/guy02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241856635410446034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SL7Q1l0p9tI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/LIBZGGdNujQ/s400/guy02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I attended a Pizza Party for a local cyclist. Now when I say cyclist I mean a Cyclist. I was the only person at the table that did not own 5 bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This crew of people consists of many people who actually ride Mountain, single speed; Time Trial, Road, Cruiser, and City.  I think Matt Freeman may even have a Rickshaw in his garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SL7QwNbhRxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DpKH8qQFxRE/s1600-h/Rita-Rickshaw%2520131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241856542963222290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SL7QwNbhRxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DpKH8qQFxRE/s400/Rita-Rickshaw%2520131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you’re a big time Cyclist when an employee of Trek drives you to the Party and makes sure you get home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress as usual. The reason I thought I would mention this crew is the following. Most of them have blogs and race and win many Mountain bike events. At these events they take many pictures suitable for framing. The picture invariably has somebody in that coveted sock and sandal combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did it become fashionable to pull off the “Del Boca Vista “&lt;br /&gt;Look. I see this at many bike races. Is it really too difficult to sport a pair of slaps before or after the event without those lame themed sock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So listen up cycle dorks, Its Shoes and socks. Just socks or sandals no other combination is allowable unless your 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-9022086343840464250?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/9022086343840464250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/9022086343840464250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-more-socks-and-sandals.html' title='No more Socks and Sandals'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SL7Q1l0p9tI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/LIBZGGdNujQ/s72-c/guy02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-7430667283742693325</id><published>2008-08-12T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:38:39.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Shop or Apartment ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SKHJVxSQhLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KCmevJOZjAw/s1600-h/6a00d8341dc61c53ef00e54f53e3688834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233685617825580210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SKHJVxSQhLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KCmevJOZjAw/s400/6a00d8341dc61c53ef00e54f53e3688834-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elwood came to the Coffee shop for the " fake studying" , He meet many ladies with his LLU Dental school T-Shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day was my birthday. Another Hallmark holiday. I don’t know what disturbed me more. The people who didn’t send me a card or the people who did? If you Google my name does it tell my birthday and real age, crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, here’s another observation that can only be traced to my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did the purchase of a cup of coffee entitle you to a day of home ownership? Best I can tell you can show up at Stell’s around 7: 00 am. For the purchase of one cup of coffee you will receive the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-         A table and chair&lt;br /&gt;-         Unlimited use of Electrical outlet.&lt;br /&gt;-         Air conditioning&lt;br /&gt;-         Bathroom&lt;br /&gt;-         Free refill of your coffee.&lt;br /&gt;-         Free honey, sugar and milk and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I owned a coffee shop, I would serve the coffee in three sizes. Scram, Beat it and get the Hell out of here. Is there any other business in America that lets you just hang out all day in there building for $ 1.50. If I ever loose my job. I am going to sleep at the Y at night and then just hang out at coffee shops all day. In Redlands we have enough shops that I could probably have a 10 location rotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they refill coffee for free? Why is beer one and done. How come I can’t get a free refill at hangar 24? Is a “HOP “more expensive than a coffee bean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all at the coffee shop. I will be the guy with the Commodore 64 and a cup of”I have no place to be for 8 hours. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SKHJN7ifoPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ixPMKITaTGE/s1600-h/42-16974833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233685483139080434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SKHJN7ifoPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ixPMKITaTGE/s400/42-16974833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-7430667283742693325?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/7430667283742693325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/7430667283742693325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2008/08/coffee-shop-or-apartment.html' title='Coffee Shop or Apartment ?'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SKHJVxSQhLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KCmevJOZjAw/s72-c/6a00d8341dc61c53ef00e54f53e3688834-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-3689146511240183827</id><published>2008-08-04T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:55:50.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's me Mark we ride together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SJc5g3W5OkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PspHJKPCr2E/s1600-h/80832872_a35927da63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230712728992692802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SJc5g3W5OkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PspHJKPCr2E/s400/80832872_a35927da63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you too cool for school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be a time and a place where certain people are your boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In certain circumstances you can go from being someone’s boy to a total stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning I was dropping off my rig at the Repair shop. I like to throw the bike in car and ride home…that’s how green I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I saw said cycle dude at the coffee shop. I am like sup dog…Now on Sunday morning I am the funniest person he has ever met. But now he is with a co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say I have relatives who owe me money who looked happier to see me. I couldn’t get a “Hey this is fake lance “or a “Whoa did you see Manny went 8 for 13”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you wonder. In our crew who’s your boy? , no I mean are they your boy at crit or are they just the dude who pours you coffee. Steve you are both. I would take a pull and a scone for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember If you see someone around town and there not in spandex its OK to say sup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick note , Over the weekend a bunch of the crew went to the Jeff and Tricia’s wedding party. We learned a few things about cyclist that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We don’t dance.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cyclist Wives Don’t dance.&lt;br /&gt;3. People who go 4 wheeling get liquored up.&lt;br /&gt;4. Then they want to dance with Cyclist wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-3689146511240183827?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/3689146511240183827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/3689146511240183827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-me-mark-we-ride-together.html' title='It&apos;s me Mark we ride together'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SJc5g3W5OkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PspHJKPCr2E/s72-c/80832872_a35927da63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-7410374025091525174</id><published>2008-07-31T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:55:50.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks For being Manny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SJIrs5gEvnI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MvxyKgXqed4/s1600-h/manny_shrug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229290167680155250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SJIrs5gEvnI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MvxyKgXqed4/s400/manny_shrug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today 7/31/2008 the Boston Red Sox traded Manny Ramirez. I have no poetic words for the action. Manny Ramirez was and is the purest hitter in all of baseball. He looked more like captain jack sparrow than a left fielder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I mourn the loss of Manny. Thanks for being yourself. Thanks for being Manny. Because at the end of the day We all loved Manny being Manny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-7410374025091525174?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/7410374025091525174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/7410374025091525174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanks-for-being-manny.html' title='Thanks For being Manny'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SJIrs5gEvnI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MvxyKgXqed4/s72-c/manny_shrug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-1706624272340038931</id><published>2008-07-28T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:55:50.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old West</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SI355fX3B5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/sHTZ8ki9pS8/s1600-h/20904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228109508516448146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SI355fX3B5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/sHTZ8ki9pS8/s400/20904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this day and age of communication its funny to me how many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; don't really seem to get it still. What do I mean. Well between the cell phone, pager, home phone, e-mail , text messaging and voice mail and lets not forget Instant messaging for all you AOL dorks. There is basically nowhere to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been at home and your cell phone rings. you see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;number&lt;/span&gt; and your like oh hell no. Then 1 minute later it's your home phone. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I liked the Old West. The scenario would have gone something like this . Hey old Two finger willie escaped and were getting together a posse. You would see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sheriff&lt;/span&gt; next week at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;salon&lt;/span&gt; and your like damn what time was that . crap i though you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; 1:00 at the old red barn.......Man I would have really loved to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here the deal unless you are forming a posse and The hooters bandit has escaped lets just go with the one form of messaging....and if nobody gets back to you in one day. Maybe there's a message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-1706624272340038931?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/1706624272340038931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/1706624272340038931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2008/07/old-west.html' title='The Old West'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SI355fX3B5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/sHTZ8ki9pS8/s72-c/20904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-4998815241187020427</id><published>2008-07-08T06:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:55:51.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE 100 YEAR WAR " RIDER V. CAR "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SHNxdPugbHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KaAFw-evuto/s1600-h/300px-Lenepveu%252C_Jeanne_d%2527Arc_au_si%25C3%25A8ge_d%2527Orl%25C3%25A9ans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220641140304276594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SHNxdPugbHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KaAFw-evuto/s400/300px-Lenepveu%252C_Jeanne_d%2527Arc_au_si%25C3%25A8ge_d%2527Orl%25C3%25A9ans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To understand the the battle we cyclist &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;endure&lt;/span&gt; every ride , you must first understand history. In fact you really need to return to the 100 year war between the English and the French. This war began in the 1300's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hundred Years' War was a time of military evolution. Weapons, tactics, army structure, and the societal meaning of war all changed, partly in response to the demands of the war, partly through advancement in technology, and partly through lessons that warfare taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what the 100 year war really gave us was the " finger " . See the English had this weapon called the long bow. You would pluck the bow with your middle finger. When the French would capture a Englishman they would cut off his middle finger so he could no longer pluck the bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a huge rally at the battle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Agicourt&lt;/span&gt; the English overcame a 20,000 to 5,000 man disadvantage. At the end of the battle all of the English would hold up there middle finger and yell " pluck you " , This gesture has now filtered its way some 700 years later to what we now now as the " the finger ". and of course the "pl " has been dropped and an "f " has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;switched&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time a car or a Health net rider pisses you off, you can take pride in the gesture and understand the origin of its roots. So get off my wheel and " pluck you ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SHNxXPQjG6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/NpDOTt7Mioc/s1600-h/350px-Englishlongbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220641037099408290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SHNxXPQjG6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/NpDOTt7Mioc/s400/350px-Englishlongbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-4998815241187020427?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/4998815241187020427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/4998815241187020427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2008/07/100-year-war-rider-v-car.html' title='THE 100 YEAR WAR &quot; RIDER V. CAR &quot;'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SHNxdPugbHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KaAFw-evuto/s72-c/300px-Lenepveu%252C_Jeanne_d%2527Arc_au_si%25C3%25A8ge_d%2527Orl%25C3%25A9ans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-5481695956452968696</id><published>2008-06-29T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:55:51.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T SHOW UP FOR THE SUNDAY RIDE WITH THAT SCHWINN JUST YET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SGgai4MuqYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/x--1iNiNvfw/s1600-h/4horsemen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217449354812369282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SGgai4MuqYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/x--1iNiNvfw/s400/4horsemen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Redlands&lt;/span&gt; there are many cycling teams. Each of them has there equal compliment"s of poser's, guys who actually race , Fred's and weekend warriors. If you spend enough time on a bike in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Redlands&lt;/span&gt; you will eventually end up on one of these teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Redlands&lt;/span&gt; we are lucky enough to have " the four horseman ". These are the four guys who dictate where we go. how fast we go there , how many miles we go , so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sunday ride has been well, very lame for a while now. None of the horseman show up. The Sunday ride is pretty predictable with a bunch of irregular surges , half Wheeling and a sprint for a mailbox near the Mormon church. Nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as I sat there with the other " plumbers " of the team a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; thing started to happen. Norm showed up.......Then Zack..........OK the Sunday ride just got interesting. ..Whoa there's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JT&lt;/span&gt;... then came Turner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These four Horseman had not been on the Sunday ride since we moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Stell's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short...I got home at 1:30 pm today from the ride...Rode through lots of single track....Threw my bike over a fence...Heard a guy yell " Sick balls chopper " had a peacock attack my bike...Had a fat women on a horse in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Norco&lt;/span&gt; yell at us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral is this ..the four horseman didn't get that good on there bike's because of that predictable Sunday ride. These guys push the miles and the tempo...We should always ride like were with the four horseman...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-5481695956452968696?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/5481695956452968696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/5481695956452968696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-show-up-for-sunday-ride-with-that.html' title='DON&apos;T SHOW UP FOR THE SUNDAY RIDE WITH THAT SCHWINN JUST YET'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SGgai4MuqYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/x--1iNiNvfw/s72-c/4horsemen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-8936133930373753584</id><published>2008-06-21T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:55:51.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REAR VIEW MIRRORS ARE NOT TROPHY CASES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SF1zs3PLlVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/DTb3E4SnXs0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214451158143964498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SF1zs3PLlVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/DTb3E4SnXs0/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day I was on the road. I noticed this dude in his 30's driving his Sweet 1998 Honda civic. That car alone is gonna pay off with the ladies. But just in case they don't fall for his concern for good gas mileage or his choosing a car with few mechanical problems. He added that one thing that really tells all you need to know. He has his " graduation tassel " on the good old rear view mirror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now here is the deal I'm going to give him credit that tassel is from a college. ITT tech and the Jack Taino school of bar tending don't have graduation with gowns or tassels. They just e-mail you a diploma and your on your way. So I ll go ahead and say its from Riverside community college and he is in the Management training program at big 5. I digress, the digits on the tassel were 98. Obviously he got the car as a graduation gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So hear is the question. What is the statute of limitations on a graduation tassel hanging from the rear view. Can a man ever have some crap hanging form the rear view. I mean its the big 10 year anniversary of this blessed event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since this traumatic event on the road. I have been paying attention to what people are hanging from the rear view. Here is a sample of the crap I see on my way to Hangar 24. ( did you know i get a free beer every time i mention H24 in my blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pitt Pass = Nascar freak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sun Catcher = Holistic Zen driver about to be blinded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Handcuffs = Kinky chick or Dawg the bounty hunter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Air Freshener = Cinnaberry Tree scent , The ladies just go crazy for that smell ( see what is a Gilroy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bandanna = gang affiliation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Child's first pair of Shoes = That so precious i am gonna hurl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-8936133930373753584?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/8936133930373753584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/8936133930373753584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2008/06/rear-view-mirrors-are-not-trophy-cases.html' title='REAR VIEW MIRRORS ARE NOT TROPHY CASES'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SF1zs3PLlVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/DTb3E4SnXs0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-5214946214473795647</id><published>2008-06-10T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:55:51.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BABE RUTH WOULD HAVE MADE A GREAT CRIT RIDER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SE8ALiaFjOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3lTFcKtPGEY/s1600-h/1_1_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210383492105735394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SE8ALiaFjOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3lTFcKtPGEY/s400/1_1_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching ESPN. They had this great stuff on Babe Ruth.  It hit me , what makes Babe Ruth the greatest of his sport. Babe transcended the game, he made more than the president. . But as Babe said. Hey , I had a better year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that most impressed me about Babe was not his ability on the Field. It was his ability to drink , smoke and eat like a fish.  This dude could seriously put away the hooch. he would show up 10 minutes before game time and go 4 for 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often show up for the Saturday ride more than a little hung over. Oh, hell two weeks ago I was still drunk. Now, I don't have the god given talent of Babe Ruth or Craig Turner. But I am glad to know that Babe Ruth would be proud to call me his boy. Can you still be an athlete. if you eat and drinks like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson is this. Some of the dudes I ride with could use a drink. Get your life back in balance. Stop eating chicken breast surprise with a vitamin water on Friday nights. Drop by Charlie's Jewell's for a Gorgonzola burger and some Hangar 24. You can do Babe Ruth  proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Babe Ruth was originally a member of The Boston Red Sox. He took up drinking after he joined the Yankees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-5214946214473795647?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/5214946214473795647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/5214946214473795647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2008/06/babe-ruth-would-have-made-great-crit.html' title='BABE RUTH WOULD HAVE MADE A GREAT CRIT RIDER'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SE8ALiaFjOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3lTFcKtPGEY/s72-c/1_1_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-725217922135821552</id><published>2008-06-05T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:55:52.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOSTON IN 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SEgFky8RRpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/L8Hk53hPSGE/s1600-h/kevin-garnett22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208419098761971346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SEgFky8RRpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/L8Hk53hPSGE/s400/kevin-garnett22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get on Board. If you are driving around the 909 thinking its cool to have&lt;br /&gt;a laker flag on your rig , it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Garnet is the epitome of a warrior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That this dude has no rings and Will Purdue has 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SEf_9KRuHVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZnpBa0Jlz_U/s1600-h/KG+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208412920273050962" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="134" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SEf_9KRuHVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZnpBa0Jlz_U/s400/KG+3.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must destroy Kobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SEf_3RI4wEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/37Mz0UV9RYk/s1600-h/KG+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208412819035832386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SEf_3RI4wEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/37Mz0UV9RYk/s400/KG+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boston Three party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SEf_mqGi5vI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ooDQMHzVmAE/s1600-h/KG+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208412533679122162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SEf_mqGi5vI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ooDQMHzVmAE/s400/KG+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the MVP of the Finals jersey , get one before the series starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SEf_bzvG94I/AAAAAAAAAHA/O5uH1PzbWyQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208412347286615938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SEf_bzvG94I/AAAAAAAAAHA/O5uH1PzbWyQ/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-725217922135821552?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/725217922135821552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/725217922135821552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2008/06/boston-in-7.html' title='BOSTON IN 7'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SEgFky8RRpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/L8Hk53hPSGE/s72-c/kevin-garnett22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-8608713160397023813</id><published>2008-06-03T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:55:53.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE MANY LEATHER BOUND BOOKS</title><content type='html'>In the World of Cycling I race under assumed names and pseudonyms.&lt;br /&gt;My best race results can often be traced under the name " Unknown rider "&lt;br /&gt;I have accumulated many points under this tag and an upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before any big race I ask myself the basic question. Why would anyone&lt;br /&gt;put there lives in these other dorks hands. Or more importantly do they realize&lt;br /&gt;I have there lives in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SEVZs-3ClcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/rLuEtmSU80o/s1600-h/AA_IMG_4622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207667173446817218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SEVZs-3ClcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/rLuEtmSU80o/s400/AA_IMG_4622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is my place of choice at any " Crit " lead out when I see a&lt;br /&gt;guy with a camera or a relative in the crowd. In a few more laps I will fake a mechanical and steer into a bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SEVZlAk-IRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DGbROAfJPz4/s1600-h/AA_IMG_4626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207667036468945170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SEVZlAk-IRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DGbROAfJPz4/s400/AA_IMG_4626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my prodigy Travis earlier in the day working on the upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;The trick is to have enough medical coverage and gas money to race 10 times as a Cat 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ended up taking 2ND. He received a medal , 2 cliff bars and a patch kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SEVZF-AWjfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/N02wj5ReSWQ/s1600-h/A_IMG_4617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207666503202541042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SEVZF-AWjfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/N02wj5ReSWQ/s400/A_IMG_4617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I felt the prize for 2ND place was pretty lame I arraigned for&lt;br /&gt;Travis to get his picture taken with a Swedish swimsuit model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SEVY5n_r6UI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XLMRT6ZtoAA/s1600-h/A_IMG_4624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207666291135736130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SEVY5n_r6UI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XLMRT6ZtoAA/s400/A_IMG_4624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-8608713160397023813?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/8608713160397023813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/8608713160397023813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-many-leather-bound-books.html' title='I HAVE MANY LEATHER BOUND BOOKS'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SEVZs-3ClcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/rLuEtmSU80o/s72-c/AA_IMG_4622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-9156809083369125992</id><published>2008-05-28T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:55:54.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CELL PHONES ARE NEAT !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SD2hQFe9NUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HkoiSe-bcMw/s1600-h/good%2520cell%2520phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205494042032158018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SD2hQFe9NUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HkoiSe-bcMw/s320/good%2520cell%2520phone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a person who works at home I really don't spend many hours at Dunder Mifflin , ESRI or teaching the youth of America. So when I head out to interact with my fellow man its kinda a big deal. See when I am at home I have this thing called a telephone. When it rings I check caller ID and then on a rare occasion I answer the phone. Here is the deal when in god's name did being on a telephone become the most amusing thing in a person life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at the Starbucks located by the jamba juice I watched the above scene played out over and over. Sitting outside there were 2 girls in there early 20's , For 38 minutes the one girl talked on the phone to someone else. The other chick was so envious. she just kept checking her phone. She so wanted a call or a text , something. I mean how else would she validate her existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really felt for the poor girl. I only hope that someday she will own a Suburban. She will drive her kids to Valley Prep and Talk on her cell phone all day. Keep the dream sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously. Have you ever sat outside at the Citrus plaza and watched the number of people with that phone stuck to the side of there head. Imagine living in the 1980 's and someone showed you a picture from today. What would you guess those people were all doing ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will save my rant about text messaging for another day. Lets just say I don't subsrcibe and if you TEXT , you must be a 14 year old girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow , Here is a thoughtful solution to this problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SD2hGle9NTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OiBXOxOdDP4/s1600-h/portable-cell-phone-booth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205493878823400754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SD2hGle9NTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OiBXOxOdDP4/s320/portable-cell-phone-booth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Historically the iconic phone booth represented a place where one could go to be alone for a private conversation, transform into superman or travel through time. Today, it’s obsolete in most cities. With the Portable Cellular Phone Booth, one can transform from a member of society to one that is closed off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-9156809083369125992?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/9156809083369125992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/9156809083369125992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2008/05/cell-phone-are-neat.html' title='CELL PHONES ARE NEAT !'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SD2hQFe9NUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HkoiSe-bcMw/s72-c/good%2520cell%2520phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-5649784210526834499</id><published>2008-05-20T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T08:11:00.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS A BLUE LUPINE FLOWER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since I have no kids, I work for the government. I can pretty much live and work at anywhere USA. I researched the top 100 places to live.  All of the towns have these great sounding names. Lots of recreation, education, low crime , etc.  I have to admit the thought of relocating was sounding tempting. Yeah, tempting until I saw # 92 on the list. Please read below Money magazines description of Grand Terrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;92. Grand Terrace, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Population: 13,200Median home price (2006): $379,986Average property taxes (2006): $1,981Nestled between the Blue Mountain to the east and La Loma Hills to the west, this Inland Empire city offers great views and cool weather. Residents especially enjoy springtime, when the Blue Lupine flowers bloom on the mountain. The town proper is gorgeous in its own right, filled with unique houses and plenty of open space. Couple that with a high-performing school and friendly community, and Grand Terrace is a find in Southern California. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow, I would love to read Money Magazines description of a Colonoscopy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks I will just stay here in Redlands where the purple snow capped mountains reach the clear blue skies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-5649784210526834499?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/5649784210526834499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/5649784210526834499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-blue-lupine-flower.html' title='WHAT IS A BLUE LUPINE FLOWER'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-1223810501810293354</id><published>2008-05-16T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:55:54.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY I DONT DRINK AT WALMART</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SC4r5Q1VL4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/IRGDhzM0QAc/s1600-h/shop_keg.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201142882430693250" style="CURSOR: hand" height="277" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SC4r5Q1VL4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/IRGDhzM0QAc/s320/shop_keg.gif" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you eat, where do you drink, who works on your car, who cuts your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me that answer has always been easy. From someone who has one location and the location is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Redlands&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent opening of HANGAR 24 in town reminded me of why I have adopted this business model.  Not a fan of the Super store. Although I have always wanted to say I own a 5 gallon can of black Olives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangar 24 is a low key brewery out by the airport.  Yes, we have a Airport in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Redlands&lt;/span&gt; No chicken wings or Jalapeno poppers. Just some of the beast micro brew beer in the world. The Orange wheat is wicked good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on your way home from Jiffy Lube after a trip to super cuts ,remember you can still save your night with a trip to Hangar 24.  If your not in the mood to drive to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;puerto&lt;/span&gt;. most of the other local pubs and restaurants are now pouring hangar 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ben for bringing beer to our town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SC4rwA1VL3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Gxd-Qk3Xg1c/s1600-h/pintglass.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201142723516903282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SC4rwA1VL3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Gxd-Qk3Xg1c/s320/pintglass.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-1223810501810293354?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/1223810501810293354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/1223810501810293354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-i-dont-drink-at-walmart.html' title='WHY I DONT DRINK AT WALMART'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SC4r5Q1VL4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/IRGDhzM0QAc/s72-c/shop_keg.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-6872574281349737263</id><published>2008-05-04T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:55:55.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IRON MAN IS NOT A DRUNK</title><content type='html'>The last two Sundays I have gone to the Kevorkian. Today's  feature was Iron Man. A truly inspirational movie. How did Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Downey&lt;/span&gt; Jr. go from the dude in the " Mug Shot" to Iron Man. That has to be the greatest transformation on the planet. Just goes to show you can always reinvent yourself and get a second chance.  The " dude " also played a villain. It was kinda hard to watch him drink scotch when you know he's a white Russian man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SB6Kj_iJs2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/A-N24yLU5dI/s1600-h/iron+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196743370986861410" style="WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="172" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SB6Kj_iJs2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/A-N24yLU5dI/s320/iron+man.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SB6KePiJs1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/8MvQzbArtRU/s1600-h/downey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196743272202613586" style="CURSOR: hand" height="133" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SB6KePiJs1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/8MvQzbArtRU/s320/downey.jpg" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last weekend I saw forgetting Sarah Marshall. Truly the funniest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aptow&lt;/span&gt; movie since the 40 year old virgin. Go to the web site and find your Hawaiian name. Kenneth from 30 rock plays a virgin on his honeymoon. His wife is hitting her stride and trying to push him a little too fast. He has the funniest line in the movie. In reference to his wife's body " If God was a city planner he would not have put a sewer so close to the playground "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SB6KXviJs0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/NLZCSs818BM/s1600-h/sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196743160533463874" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="90" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SB6KXviJs0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/NLZCSs818BM/s320/sarah.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SB6KQ_iJszI/AAAAAAAAAFM/RrfPCXxgK98/s1600-h/marshall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196743044569346866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SB6KQ_iJszI/AAAAAAAAAFM/RrfPCXxgK98/s320/marshall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend I will be hosting a field trip to the movies for all the other Single losers in town. As Michael Scott would say it's not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hornyness&lt;/span&gt; its the loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-6872574281349737263?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/6872574281349737263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/6872574281349737263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2008/05/iron-man-is-not-drunk.html' title='IRON MAN IS NOT A DRUNK'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SB6Kj_iJs2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/A-N24yLU5dI/s72-c/iron+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-8959191367099386939</id><published>2008-05-03T16:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:55:56.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T-SHIRTS I MAY OR MAY NOT OWN</title><content type='html'>MAYBE THIS SHIRT HELPS                                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBz9C_iJsyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/B_c8l3iv_Ps/s1600-h/t-shirt+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196306297934951202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBz9C_iJsyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/B_c8l3iv_Ps/s320/t-shirt+3.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         &lt;br /&gt;                                                            HEROS COME IN ALL SIZES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBz88_iJsxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mNdSI9NwmA0/s1600-h/t-shirt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196306194855736082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBz88_iJsxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mNdSI9NwmA0/s320/t-shirt.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                    FOR DRINKING &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBz80_iJswI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oP6QzbwN_Hs/s1600-h/t-shirt+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196306057416782594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBz80_iJswI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oP6QzbwN_Hs/s320/t-shirt+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                             SORRY BUT IT'S TRUE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBz8u_iJsvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iC29RuL09xo/s1600-h/t-shirt+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196305954337567474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBz8u_iJsvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iC29RuL09xo/s320/t-shirt+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            I HAD BEEN LOOKING FOR A LONG TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBz8o_iJsuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oUum_vIFDGw/s1600-h/t-shirt+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196305851258352354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBz8o_iJsuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oUum_vIFDGw/s320/t-shirt+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             ITS AN ELECTION YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBz8i_iJstI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Qi_lFlJ9ItU/s1600-h/t-shirt+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196305748179137234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBz8i_iJstI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Qi_lFlJ9ItU/s320/t-shirt+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBz8dviJssI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E65B1KIQxZ4/s1600-h/t-shirt+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196305657984824002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBz8dviJssI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E65B1KIQxZ4/s320/t-shirt+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-8959191367099386939?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/8959191367099386939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/8959191367099386939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2008/05/t-shirts-i-may-or-may-not-own.html' title='T-SHIRTS I MAY OR MAY NOT OWN'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBz9C_iJsyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/B_c8l3iv_Ps/s72-c/t-shirt+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-5545134116034105748</id><published>2008-05-02T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:55:56.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEAR THE TAMPOON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBs6dPiJslI/AAAAAAAAADI/B_fcUjdCdb0/s1600-h/images%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195810869162390098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBs6dPiJslI/AAAAAAAAADI/B_fcUjdCdb0/s320/images%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you know these people? Are you one of them? What people do I speak of? Let me give you a not so fictitious conversation I had in the last 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bike dude: What happened out there did your Kotex slip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bike dude: Did your skirt ride up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bike dude: Are you on your period?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently said individual has no female role models. Or maybe he is casting for a new “Tampax “commercial for men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is this. who are these people. Would I be a stronger rider? If all I did was ride? , Would he be a more humble person if he did anything but ride?  Does Uncle Rico need to go into a back in 1980 speech?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love riding with this guy. God help you if you can’t change a flat as quick as Jeff Gordon’s pit crew (NASCAR). This task apparently has another correlation to your Sexual performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question I pose is simple. Is there a strong correlation between femine napkins and cycling? Do the last 10 guys on the Tuesday night ride wear something with wings? Is that why there chamois fit irregularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the High end world of cycling I guess were all just one bad crit practice away from the feared Tampax reference. Fear the tampon and keep pedaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBs6DviJskI/AAAAAAAAADA/JXzJQK55PzA/s1600-h/images%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195810431075725890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBs6DviJskI/AAAAAAAAADA/JXzJQK55PzA/s320/images%5B5%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-5545134116034105748?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/5545134116034105748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/5545134116034105748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2008/05/fear-tampoon.html' title='FEAR THE TAMPOON'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBs6dPiJslI/AAAAAAAAADI/B_fcUjdCdb0/s72-c/images%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-1158506248697226459</id><published>2008-05-01T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:55:57.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga , What is that short for ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBn8LPiJsjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IURdYFSP3Ac/s1600-h/Yoga+Cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195460915227111986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBn8LPiJsjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IURdYFSP3Ac/s320/Yoga+Cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the Marathon is behind me, I decided I need to get my core and flexibility back on track.  I went to the gym to check out the various classes being offered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took the Yoga class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought a teel yoga mat.  I put my mat on the ground. When I came back this dude was on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the hell out of there. That pose was way to intimidating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously have you ever seen the peolpe in the aerobic room.  That's all just a little too serious. Spend all day at dunder mifflin . hook up your leotard then  get some boot camp, kick box and spin till bed time. Really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow , to the dude that took my mat , keep it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-1158506248697226459?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/1158506248697226459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/1158506248697226459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2008/05/yoga-what-is-that-short-for.html' title='Yoga , What is that short for ?'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBn8LPiJsjI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IURdYFSP3Ac/s72-c/Yoga+Cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987583502519896113.post-1033374306747908975</id><published>2008-04-30T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:55:57.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do They still shoot horses ?</title><content type='html'>Some of the towns along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBjxQfiJsXI/AAAAAAAAABA/Fj6d7WQr0SU/s1600-h/PICT0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195167435816808818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBjxQfiJsXI/AAAAAAAAABA/Fj6d7WQr0SU/s320/PICT0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still couldnt move hours after the race had ended.&lt;br /&gt;The yellow fork life behind me should do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBjxIPiJsWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ywI93AvbdlQ/s1600-h/PICT0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195167294082888034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBjxIPiJsWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ywI93AvbdlQ/s320/PICT0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112 th Boston Marathon Finish Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBjxAviJsVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QWOR6Dq67z0/s1600-h/PICT0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195167165233869138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBjxAviJsVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QWOR6Dq67z0/s320/PICT0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known I was in trouble when I bought my training schedule from a guy on E-Bay. The auction item read as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Sale, “7-Week Boston Marathon Training Schedule.” Only used once. This is guaranteed to get you to the finish line (although it may be in a wheel barrel or ambulance).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with a zero running base and run a 10 miler for your first long run. Increase mileage by 2 miles each week until you get to 18 miles. This will take you 5 weekends. After you complete the 18 miler, you will need to start your taper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the taper, feel free to indulge in plenty of high risk sports. Such events as bike racing, luge or “Tap Out Wrestling” are recommended. Continue to drink like a fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t run during the week days. Don’t do any planned marathon pace runs. Don’t even think about running any mile repeats. If you are part of a running club and you have a mid-week night to run, it’s OK to run with the group, but don’t push it and make sure to go out after wards to “ Red Robin “ or the “ Tartan.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My time was about 1 hour slower than my last Marathon. It would be so easy to blame it on e-bay and buy it now option. Funny thing was after 20 marathons or so. This was my favorite race. Interval mile repeats are really helpful for race day. But when things go south its better to have a sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3987583502519896113-1033374306747908975?l=backin1980.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/1033374306747908975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3987583502519896113/posts/default/1033374306747908975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backin1980.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-they-still-shoot-horses.html' title='Do They still shoot horses ?'/><author><name>Back In 1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04809162319604357805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SWQpWbZsKlI/AAAAAAAAANc/hPOPz6w4JQk/S220/PICT0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VGGs5iRz354/SBjxQfiJsXI/AAAAAAAAABA/Fj6d7WQr0SU/s72-c/PICT0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
