Building a Laboratory and Muscle Mass

I've been allotted some space in laboratory at work to play with our new epoxy rifle. When it's loaded and ready, it looks pretty intimidating. I was told that I am in charge of the project. That's pretty cool I guess.

Drove up into the Idaho Panhandle last weekend. We left Pullman later in the evening due to an Eagle Scout Court of Honor. We ended up at the campsite around 11:30, not before having an adventure first. We nearly got lost, saw a gorgeous sunset, and nearly hit a cougar that crossed the road in front of us. All the while we were hauling five bicycles in a custom rack my team built.

The final leg of the drive was nine miles on a dusty road. This meant that we had to spread out to avoid choking or crashing, and a hundred fifty yards from our destination, I blew a tire. Derek and I took care of it pretty quickly, but the rest of the group was ready to send out a search for us.

The Hiawatha is a fifteen-mile stretch of the old Chicago-Milwaukee railroad, which means that the path is a fairly smooth and not too technical mountain bike path. Also, all the trestles and tunnels are in place. The longest tunnel and the main attraction of the place is over 8800 feet long, with no lighting in place. It's a unique experience riding in pitch black relying on a tiny headlight on the handlebars. It was worth the use fee and the drive up there. Also, thirty miles round trip in the gravel was pretty good.
Wednesday we rode faster for longer than ever before. I guess it was to celebrate having lost twenty pounds over the last six months. We did the Troy ride a half hour faster than ever before, and Derek was struggling to catch up the entire ride to Troy.

Clock is ticking on the STP.