Breck Epic: Pre Pre Pre Preamble
Posted in Breck '09, General Stuff on July 2nd, 2009July 1. Canada Day. Happy belated World.
Apparently Canada Day is THE most awesome day to travel from Canada’s (generally) busiest airport.
Team geographer and trail blazer, Craig, was kind enough to arrive on the Court for 0600…saving the Empire two fold.
- Hundreds in parking fees and wasted footsteps.
- The Children of Dingle enjoyed one more hour of sleep.
Energy that could be expended later, at someone elses expense. In my absence.
Having worked until 0430 the night prior, the flight was nothing more then a hazy mist of hydration and squinty eyed trips to the tail closet.
A special thank you to the passengers of flight 1037.
You were all generally well behaved.
Arriving to the gate early at DIA left me ample opportunity to collect my goods and drag-ass over to the US arrivals carousels.
For the big job.
The really big important job.
OPERATION: CONTAIN DICKY
Mike McCormack is down to the wire with final plans for the Breck Epic.
The last thing he needs is Carolina’s leading psycling belladonna mashing speed dial…this is where I come in.
DICKY HANDLER.

Despite arriving by US Air, Continental graciously provided ground transportation while on the DIA premises.

A quick shuttle ride to the Hilton Garden Inn and we were able to locate the Subaru.
Word is that Mike had a mini revolt on his hands when he suggested they all draw straws to determine who GOT to pick up the Dicky.
In the best interest of all involved Mike arranged for the Subaru. Generously provided by Subaru of America…dropped at the neutral third party hotel to avoid any and all unnecessary Dicky contactus.
Understandable.
Thank you.

The Subaru was pretty trick, even if it was Mint.
Dicky promptly called Industry Nine to demand matching wheels.
“Subaru?”
“Yes Dicky?”
“Take me to Moots!”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that Dicky. You know you aren’t allowed within 50 miles.”
“But I have Peter with me.”
“Dicky I am only a car, please leave me alone.”

Closing 1700.
Arrival 1701.
Just about time.
Too late for a functional tour, we were graciously shown our accommodations and instructed in the ways of corridor security.

This is an actual photo.
An actual real photo.
Really.
Sometimes, despite the rashes and obsessions and tinkering and constant reassertions, it’s good to be with the Dicky.
This is MY kitchen. It only gets nicer.
This is NOT Dicky’s room. That was the nicerest part.

This is Dicky’s room.
This is NOT part of the Moots facility.
That was his corner.
He was ecstatic.
The power bar was violated.

Just when I had concluded that I could live in the kitchen I was directed to the patio.
This is the view.
To the left (not shown) are the trails that will prove to be the testing grounds of ACCLIMATION: 24hrs.
Currently, the three flights of stairs to the loft leaves me breathless.
On all accounts really.
Just how swank are things so far?

Moots recycles frames I would ride.
Incidentally, there was some very real and ethical conversations between Dicky and I concerning this late dumpster discovery (and the Cinelli drop bars buried within).















