<?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-25595631</id><updated>2012-01-24T15:58:48.701-06:00</updated><category term='bikes'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='product review'/><category term='ibex'/><category term='SQL SSIS'/><category term='clothing'/><title type='text'>InsertCleverTitleHere</title><subtitle type='html'>Collections of Reflections by Reflector Collector</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>295</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-2815294993972442084</id><published>2011-12-01T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:37:19.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lather, Rinse, Repeat</title><summary type='text'>
Turn away now if you landed here expecting to read about bike stuff.

There are 60 started but unfinished drafts languishing under "Posts."  I miss writing, more I miss the clarity I once felt when writing. I found the experience quite fluid despite what anyone reading might think otherwise.  I keep thinking that someday it'll come back, I'll be able to concentrate a thought long enough to sort </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/2815294993972442084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=2815294993972442084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2815294993972442084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2815294993972442084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2011/11/lather-rinse-repeat.html' title='Lather, Rinse, Repeat'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-6942217277829280545</id><published>2011-11-22T16:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:33:13.658-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SQL SSIS'/><title type='text'>SSIS Project</title><summary type='text'>My interests are more in more in the Business Intelligence arena, but I am surrounded by conditions where I am working more with interfacing data between systems.  Here's a recent SSIS package that I have been working on that has been fun:

We've been provided a "datamart" by our software vendor with columns representing various configurable measures with one row of data representing information </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/6942217277829280545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=6942217277829280545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6942217277829280545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6942217277829280545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2011/11/ssis-project.html' title='SSIS Project'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BbjXnCTXC6E/Ttgsqn-Tr6I/AAAAAAAADzA/NgP1IBV9_2g/s72-c/image1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-5522477889820660162</id><published>2011-02-12T12:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T12:24:05.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Quit</title><summary type='text'>For a long time, I thought I could overcome any set back with willpower, ibuprofen, and a stubborn attitude.  Following the medical advice for the last 4 weeks and for another expected 8 weeks of "pretend that I am in a cast" I have sent off my official notice of withdrawal from the Trans Iowa.

While at it, I've also managed to lose all interest in bikes, riding, or motivation to do much of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/5522477889820660162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=5522477889820660162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/5522477889820660162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/5522477889820660162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-quit.html' title='I Quit'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-6854299261033657430</id><published>2010-10-17T11:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T11:51:50.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucker for Punishment</title><summary type='text'>I finished 3, laughed my way through an unsuccessful attempt at number 4, excluded from 5, and an unsuccessful attempt at #6.  Not diminishing the efforts of those who stuck in there until the points that they did, but nobody technically finished 2, 4, or 6.  Sensing a pattern and being a complete idiot; I've thrown my name in the hat for #7.

I know it's not a good idea: TransIowa

Dating back a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/6854299261033657430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=6854299261033657430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6854299261033657430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6854299261033657430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2010/10/sucker-for-punishment.html' title='Sucker for Punishment'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-6487258690759683572</id><published>2010-07-19T12:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T12:14:33.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for Departure</title><summary type='text'>July has always meant 1 thing, RAGBRAI. With the exception of a couple of years ago when we were considering a move to Vermont, I have made the annual trek to Iowa every year since 1985 for the great bike ride across the state.  

After a rough year going with family and a support vehicle, I decided in 1995 to head off on my own self-contained.  I purchased a Trek 520, loaded it up with some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/6487258690759683572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=6487258690759683572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6487258690759683572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6487258690759683572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2010/07/preparing-for-departure.html' title='Preparing for Departure'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Jpoj9aK9YFM/TESUC9VPEaI/AAAAAAAAC8s/8Zv_89M-GS0/s72-c/P1050378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-5751678473809416439</id><published>2010-04-25T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:17:48.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over</title><summary type='text'>I think I was awake most of the night, re-thinking every decision.  Since sometime mid-summer '08, I'd thought that I might be able to pull this thing off with only a handlebar bag.  Somewhere along the lines early this year, I'd opted to add a small bag onto the saddle to hold over-stock of science food and any supplies for repair.

The real wildcard came into play as the final week approached..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/5751678473809416439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=5751678473809416439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/5751678473809416439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/5751678473809416439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Jpoj9aK9YFM/S9UFXZ81ERI/AAAAAAAACu8/And_GxyR54Y/s72-c/P4230008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-6737040920895084536</id><published>2010-04-21T05:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T05:58:07.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Change of Pace</title><summary type='text'>We have a company event today and I anticipate riding my bicycle to the event from work, then home. For a period of a couple of hours the bicycle will need to be locked up somewhere. So, for a little change of pace, I rode a different bike that I don't care quite so much about.

Insert crappy iPhone photo here:

Wow, it felt SO great to ride something a little different. Fabulous to be fixed-gear</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/6737040920895084536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=6737040920895084536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6737040920895084536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6737040920895084536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-change-of-pace.html' title='A Little Change of Pace'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpoj9aK9YFM/S87oE-VCvWI/AAAAAAAACtk/gp9_umlau4A/s72-c/IMG_0494%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-4095316192806179634</id><published>2010-04-20T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:36:09.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams are Free</title><summary type='text'>Wow, I came across some interesting information on the Rivendell Bicycles discussion list.  There was a link to Rivendell's site: http://www.rivbike.com/blogs/news_post/230 

Which then led to this photo


Got my old blood stirring about my LOVE of riding off-road fixed gear.  Wouldn't that be fun?  Oh, and it matches the color of one of my other Rivendell frames too.  Oh, dreams are free.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/4095316192806179634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=4095316192806179634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/4095316192806179634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/4095316192806179634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2010/04/dreams-are-free.html' title='Dreams are Free'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2344/4512933760_2fbc59370c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-2323409975766383181</id><published>2010-04-19T10:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T10:23:46.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Basement Shop</title><summary type='text'>Out of selfish desire, I took a much needed break from sitting in front of a computer working this weekend.  Instead, I spent some time playing with bicycles. 

I was fortunate enough to have received the call last week that my front rack is done for my new Curt Goodrich bicycle.  I made a mid-day errand run to pick it up on Friday and found time enough on Friday night to get it mounted.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/2323409975766383181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=2323409975766383181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2323409975766383181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2323409975766383181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2010/04/basement-shop.html' title='The Basement Shop'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Jpoj9aK9YFM/S8s0PYFXDRI/AAAAAAAACqI/MsKS2QB_sas/s72-c/DSC_0558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-7672830680582806493</id><published>2010-04-13T19:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T14:55:55.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss clarifying thoughts with words, even if nobody reads them nor understands them.  I've dropped out of communication feeling like a broken record.  Saturday made 18 months post accident and I know there hasn't been a single day when I haven't thought about it.  So, for Saturday, April 10th, I celebrated the day in style.The alarm went off at 3:30am. My home thermometer read 28 degrees. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/7672830680582806493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=7672830680582806493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/7672830680582806493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/7672830680582806493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-miss-clarifying-thoughts-with-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-8130186134599751886</id><published>2010-01-03T13:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:44:26.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I no longer have anything relevant to share.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/8130186134599751886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=8130186134599751886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/8130186134599751886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/8130186134599751886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-no-longer-have-anything-relevant-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-7252376663711588000</id><published>2009-12-29T11:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:32:46.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Solo Ride</title><summary type='text'>I finally mustered the opportunity and motivation to get out for a ride on Sunday.  Over the period of Christmas Eve and the weekend, we accumulated some snow and rain that then froze into a bumpy mess.I've found myself being almost paranoid about being hit by a car while riding.  Winter in the Twin Cities leaves little extra room for bikes on many roads.  Snow piles up along curbs pushing cars </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/7252376663711588000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=7252376663711588000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/7252376663711588000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/7252376663711588000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2009/12/solo-ride.html' title='Solo Ride'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-2525849958370960392</id><published>2009-11-22T20:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:48:04.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Capping off a week of sickness.</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes my decision making process is severely hampered by the absence of my better judgement.  Let me begin by framing the situation and leave it to you the reader to decide what to do....I've been sick since Tuesday.  I received a call from my daughter on Tuesday late afternoon that my lovely spousness was home and really not feeling well.  I felt a "tickle" in the back of a dry scratchy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/2525849958370960392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=2525849958370960392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2525849958370960392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2525849958370960392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-my-decision-making-process-is.html' title='Capping off a week of sickness.'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-3812952197751611650</id><published>2009-11-17T20:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:57:51.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lofty Goal?</title><summary type='text'>I really should have my head examined.  (Oh, wait... just did that a couple of weeks ago.)  It's good to have a goal or something on the horizon to shoot for, but I'm questioning the sanity of picking one so lofty.  I see my name made the roster for the 2010 TransIowa, version 6.  Now, it is time to begin preparations of 300+ miles of gravel??!Prior to TransIowa 3, I had done a couple of non-stop</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/3812952197751611650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=3812952197751611650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/3812952197751611650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/3812952197751611650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2009/11/lofty-goal.html' title='Lofty Goal?'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-2012437241946523256</id><published>2009-11-13T06:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T06:52:17.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Try This Again?!</title><summary type='text'>Some sort of divine intervention must have occurred last year.  My post card never officially arrived at Guitar Ted Central.  In hindsight, that's a good thing.  But, this might just be about the dumbest thing I've done all year!Registration opened this morning for TransIowa Version VI... What's TransIowa.... Linky LinkGosh knows, I've learned that I can suffer... Hope I can turn the pedals for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/2012437241946523256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=2012437241946523256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2012437241946523256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2012437241946523256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-try-this-again.html' title='Let&apos;s Try This Again?!'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpoj9aK9YFM/Sv1VdGt-nAI/AAAAAAAACUE/AUbkEgLnEMs/s72-c/IMG_0394%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-2452726342558439181</id><published>2009-10-30T08:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:53:46.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather Forecasts Stink</title><summary type='text'>I'm sorry, but weather forecasters stink!I've got a medical appointment today that will require me to take a half of a day personal time off.  The good side of that was that I sold myself on the fact that I would have the opportunity to ride my bike to work and to the appointment.  My outpatient test will require me to wear some monitoring equipment that must remain dry.Dressed and ready to go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/2452726342558439181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=2452726342558439181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2452726342558439181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2452726342558439181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2009/10/weather-forecasts-stink.html' title='Weather Forecasts Stink'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpoj9aK9YFM/Sur90Ed6apI/AAAAAAAACTM/2fxt3wPNQfk/s72-c/IMG_0378%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-5635217486843672362</id><published>2009-10-12T05:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T06:21:13.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Strategy</title><summary type='text'>I doubt that it's a good idea, but I've 100% committed myself mentally to planning for TransIowa Version 6.  Life circumstances have changed and although I still find myself feeling resentful, I am going to try even harder to have a different perspective. (I feel like crap, so we will see how well this works?)Right now, I am unable to ride to work every day. I had that luxury before, but now am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/5635217486843672362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=5635217486843672362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/5635217486843672362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/5635217486843672362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2009/10/different-strategy.html' title='Different Strategy'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-7047841181712813134</id><published>2009-10-09T12:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:26:32.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Started Many Times</title><summary type='text'>I've started either physically started typing or at least thought through the beginning of sharing so many thoughts.  Struggling to keep focused and extremely occupied by trying to concentrate on keeping track of the important things, I've failed to ever finish.  That would include this thought I was about to share and which I've now lost track.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/7047841181712813134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=7047841181712813134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/7047841181712813134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/7047841181712813134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2009/10/started-many-times.html' title='Started Many Times'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-1961202088965423803</id><published>2009-08-20T19:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:12:31.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Recap</title><summary type='text'>After careful consideration of an insightful comment left by an anonymous reader, I've decided to ammend my earlier post.  Please see the last paragraph.  The change should be evident.I was doing some reading last night and came across this little blurb over on the TransIowa spot:08/16/09: Trans Iowa V6 Date Announced: The dates for Trans Iowa V6 will be April 24th-25th, 2010 with a pre-race meet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/1961202088965423803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=1961202088965423803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1961202088965423803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1961202088965423803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2009/08/thursday-recap.html' title='Thursday Recap'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-3652223346636270902</id><published>2009-08-17T05:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T19:45:08.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Proud of Ill Wishes</title><summary type='text'>It was a restless night's sleep and I found myself wide awake and out of bed at 4:20am. Sunday night capped a productive weekend with me surprising even myself by putting away most of laundry.  My work clothes had been set out already and I'd showered just before going to bed.  In short, all I had to do was put some cycling clothes on and I was ready to go. It's ben a LONG time since I've been up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/3652223346636270902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=3652223346636270902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/3652223346636270902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/3652223346636270902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-proud-of-ill-wishes.html' title='Not Proud of Ill Wishes'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-3084360006634759893</id><published>2009-07-29T15:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:24:39.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Drafts</title><summary type='text'>I've been silent for a long time.  Lots of drafts, but find too much negative in sharing my thoughts. Sticking with the theme of silence being the new scream, I've been quiet and left drafts to languish. I couldn’t come up with enough words to effectively describe all of the experiences that I’ve had over the years on RAGBRAI.  I did my first one when I was 14 and missed last year for the first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/3084360006634759893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=3084360006634759893' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/3084360006634759893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/3084360006634759893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2009/07/lots-of-drafts.html' title='Lots of Drafts'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Jpoj9aK9YFM/Sm71RRktvxI/AAAAAAAACLE/48U5JJ7-F9U/s72-c/P7210002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-8542819614567371610</id><published>2009-05-18T06:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:33:03.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><summary type='text'>In 2007, I completed the TransIowa “race.”  I felt it at the time, but understand even more now how deeply this event affected me.  This year’s version has since elapsed, over two weeks by now.  I find it interesting how much interest I have in following the participation by others.  In the weeks before TransIowa, I think I felt myself being angry that there was no way I was going to be able to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/8542819614567371610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=8542819614567371610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/8542819614567371610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/8542819614567371610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-1020629291769799147</id><published>2009-04-22T09:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:37:29.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Earth (Birth) Day</title><summary type='text'>Some people plant trees on Earth Day.  12 years ago, my oldest daughter was born.  She's much better than any ol' tree!  Happy Birthday Kayla!  You are a WONDERFUL kid.I had things all packed ready to go yesterday. When push came to shove, I couldn't do it.  I wound up driving the car which worked out okay.  I ran a lunch errand and picked up a used Nishiki kids 24" wheeled bike for my 9 year old</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/1020629291769799147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=1020629291769799147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1020629291769799147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1020629291769799147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-earth-day.html' title='Happy Earth (Birth) Day'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-177456195876932350</id><published>2009-04-20T09:50:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:19:52.225-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='product review'/><title type='text'>New Bags</title><summary type='text'>Call me insecure, but I like having STUFF with me while riding. I wasn’t always such a pack rat. I remember the days of riding racing bikes and nothing more than a spare tube, tire lever, and a C02 inflator. Reflecting upon the past, it was likely the freedom and independence of my solo adventure self-contained RAGBRAI in 1994 that changed my perspective.For at least the last 15 years, I’ve </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/177456195876932350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=177456195876932350' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/177456195876932350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/177456195876932350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2009/04/call-me-insecure-but-i-like-having.html' title='New Bags'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Jpoj9aK9YFM/Sex7Y0VJ8NI/AAAAAAAAB5o/ycf15YZvh1Q/s72-c/IMG_0314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-4127737533419065243</id><published>2009-04-18T15:17:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:31:29.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Alive</title><summary type='text'>I actually got it together on Tuesday night, rode it to work on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.   My new-to-me Rivendell AtlantisI've been waiting to put together a new touring bicycle since something like 2005 when I got my first Rivendell Custom.  That (literally) raised the bar for fit and I put in an order for a new custom touring bike.Due to the accident in October, I've had to do some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/4127737533419065243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=4127737533419065243' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/4127737533419065243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/4127737533419065243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-alive.html' title='It&apos;s Alive'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Jpoj9aK9YFM/SepDIGcCEHI/AAAAAAAAB2U/bJFC5vlqA7U/s72-c/P4180010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-6029286408865284884</id><published>2009-04-16T15:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:28:13.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><summary type='text'>Random thoughts as there is much to report, but precious little time to do it justice.Weather has been amazing.  Since reporting in the last time, I've ridden my bike to work and home every day that I haven't had physical therapy.  That's meant Mon-Wed-Friday. Mentally and for my legs... it's good to ride and I feel like I am getting back into condition for riding.  I am feeling stronger.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/6029286408865284884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=6029286408865284884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6029286408865284884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6029286408865284884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2009/04/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-8061233978129810055</id><published>2009-04-04T13:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:54:42.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soupy Gravel</title><summary type='text'>Another week flies by with hardly a look up to reflect?  Rode the bike to work on Friday, first ride since the previous Sunday. I know that by Sunday evening, I was so worn out I felt nauseous and that Monday was a rough one. Other than it raining and cold on Wednesday, I don't have an excuse.I did ride to work on Friday.  Slow to head out the door, taking some extra time to stretch, I opted to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/8061233978129810055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=8061233978129810055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/8061233978129810055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/8061233978129810055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2009/04/soupy-gravel.html' title='Soupy Gravel'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Jpoj9aK9YFM/SdkfKCsxnoI/AAAAAAAABx4/XAbQ6a8unmE/s72-c/P4020012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-8484716417380881876</id><published>2009-03-29T18:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:52:26.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>gladly pay you tuesday for a hamburger today</title><summary type='text'>'twas a light week for commuting as I think I was paying the price for the previous week.  I did leave a load of clothing at work on Thursday so that I could have a nice easy ride to work on Friday.  It was only 15 degrees when I woke up and had I not previously packed everything, it may have been easy to have not opted for the bike.I spent some time in the basement shop on Saturday.   I made </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Jpoj9aK9YFM/SdASgbP_o-I/AAAAAAAABvs/J98vGQUI60E/s72-c/IMG_0301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-3603300931148074654</id><published>2009-03-20T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:09:23.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Training</title><summary type='text'>The weather in the Twin Cities had taken an amazing turn for the better.  Overnight lows had been above the freezing point.  Not only had the temp taken a rise, but the sun came out, the clouds parted, the weekend was upon us, and free time allowed for a bike ride! Went out for a relaxing 30 mile ride on Sunday morning.  It was SO nice outside, that later in the day I took a walk around the block</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/3603300931148074654/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-6405996093399020826</id><published>2009-03-13T06:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:15:58.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Friday</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, life moves at such a pace that it is difficult to stop and take a moment to reflect.  I was looking forward to a good long road-trip in the car, naively thinking that the hours spent in the car might offer some time to think.  I was reminded how much I hate to sit completely idle and instead commanded the driving position all the way home.  For me, driving takes an focused amount of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/6405996093399020826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=6405996093399020826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6405996093399020826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6405996093399020826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2009/03/fabulous-friday.html' title='Fabulous Friday'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-1421586831577145704</id><published>2009-02-22T20:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:19:17.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds Fly North for the Summer</title><summary type='text'>The hours of daylight start a few minutes earlier and linger a bit longer each day.  With it, the excitement builds for me a little more.  Not that my interest ever really wanes, but this is the time of year when my interest heightens. I get a bit of an itch for a spring project.  Here we are pushing the end of February and this is certainly a year without exception.I've been fortunate enough (or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/1421586831577145704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=1421586831577145704' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1421586831577145704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1421586831577145704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2009/02/birds-fly-north-for-summer.html' title='Birds Fly North for the Summer'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-5952099121427140876</id><published>2009-02-15T16:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:52:18.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain and discomfort is a Powerful de-motivator</title><summary type='text'>I have been demotivated for certain.   If I were not such a fanatic about cycling, it would be easier to leave  the bike parked.The  last time that I met with my doctor on my leg he talked about non-specific  ligament and tendon damage and how it will take time to heal.  His recommendation was to avoid re-injuring  myself, but gave me the okay to try running on a treadmill and to ride a  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/5952099121427140876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=5952099121427140876' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/5952099121427140876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/5952099121427140876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2009/02/pain-and-discomfort-is-powerful-de.html' title='Pain and discomfort is a Powerful de-motivator'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-6578182139091336593</id><published>2009-02-09T19:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:27:39.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirits on the Rise?</title><summary type='text'>It's been way too long since I have gotten out to do anything social.  Last Sunday was a much-needed night of entertainment!I've been doing my physical therapy, continuing to try to work on my range of motion for my left leg.  I've spent some time on the rollers trying to get some level of fitness back.  For the last several weeks I have been taking the stairs up to the office instead of taking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/6578182139091336593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=6578182139091336593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6578182139091336593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6578182139091336593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2009/02/spirits-on-rise.html' title='Spirits on the Rise?'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-8417703529942535134</id><published>2009-01-26T17:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:21:17.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Am I At?</title><summary type='text'>It has been 5 weeks since posting any update.Yesterday was a really bad day.  Today wasn't a lot better.  I realized today while talking a bit for the first time with my wife about just how much my life has been affected.  Today marks 16 weeks from the day I was hit by the car. To some degree, I've acclimated.  I miss my "old life."  I miss the time that I got to spend riding my bike.  There's a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/8417703529942535134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=8417703529942535134' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/8417703529942535134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/8417703529942535134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-am-i-at.html' title='Where Am I At?'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-47789770892233022</id><published>2008-12-17T21:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:01:17.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's a very tiny part of me that has felt a tiny slice of relief in the morning while looking at the thermometer. Old habits are tough to shake as I continue to generally prepare my work clothing the night before I go to bed as if I were going to ride in the morning. I still look at the thermometer to see what the day is like outside and go through the mental checklist of what I would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/47789770892233022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=47789770892233022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/47789770892233022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/47789770892233022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/12/theres-very-tiny-part-of-me-that-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-4780967934601080215</id><published>2008-12-05T11:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:40:01.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><summary type='text'>I briefly entertained the idea of riding to work on Friday, an idea that was quickly dismissed once I was honest with myself. I know, I have to be patient... but I feel terrible.With each step in the recovery process there comes a bit of excitement and happiness. Then, that gets tempered with a dose of cruel reality. I looked forward to getting the cast off only to come to the realization of how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/4780967934601080215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=4780967934601080215' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/4780967934601080215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/4780967934601080215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/12/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Jpoj9aK9YFM/STCEluAe_AI/AAAAAAAABdI/0ml70kHak4A/s72-c/CIMG3243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-3380372193741069418</id><published>2008-12-03T07:10:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:06:29.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticket to Ride</title><summary type='text'>Went to the orthopedist on Monday. The results of X-Rays looked good and I was released from the shackles of my “CAM Walker.” No more restrictive boot on the foot, no more leg-anchor to slow me down. I was given the green-light go-ahead to wear shoes, walk, and RIDE MY BIKE!I awoke this morning at 4:47, 3 minutes before the alarm was set. I showered, dressed, and was out the door before 5:30. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/3380372193741069418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=3380372193741069418' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/3380372193741069418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/3380372193741069418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/12/ticket-to-ride.html' title='Ticket to Ride'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-6504319112760910320</id><published>2008-11-24T09:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:25:09.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapy Session</title><summary type='text'>I have often heard that "Laughter is the Best Medicine."  A quick Google search retrieves 1.8 million results.  It took me a bit longer than the .17 seconds to verify, but I did a quick read through the top million or so before deciding that it may not necessarily true for me.   You see, for me, it's all about bikes.  I drove down to Hiawatha Cyclery on Friday after work to celebrate the six-week</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/6504319112760910320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=6504319112760910320' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6504319112760910320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6504319112760910320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/11/therapy-session.html' title='Therapy Session'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-3558419752975232477</id><published>2008-11-18T14:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:23:44.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Silence</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I just want to scream the four letter explicative that begins with eff.   I am breaking my silence.  It seems that on 10/10/08 a lot of what is really important to me was taken away and I have been paying the price ever since.  Gone are my bike rides, gone is my ability to ruminate about how I feel.  Gone is my bike.  Gone is my level of conditioning.  I continue to hurt physically and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/3558419752975232477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=3558419752975232477' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/3558419752975232477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/3558419752975232477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/11/sometimes-i-just-want-to-scream-four.html' title='Breaking Silence'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-5441048204182381207</id><published>2008-10-24T07:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T07:11:13.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Very Proud</title><summary type='text'>I am so very proud of my sister-in-law Lindy.She founded a non-profit organization called Cancer Legal Line:  http://www.cancerlegalline.org/She was featured on KARE11 New Sunrise.  Link to the story here:KARE11/SUNRISE LINK</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/5441048204182381207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=5441048204182381207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/5441048204182381207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/5441048204182381207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-very-proud.html' title='So Very Proud'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-2379178792388827820</id><published>2008-10-22T05:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T05:52:15.858-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ibex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothing'/><title type='text'>Good Things</title><summary type='text'>Good things happen all of the time.  It sometimes takes a keen eye to spot them and we need to have a mindset willing to look for them.  Other times, they pop right out at you.I discovered the merits of wearing wool for a cycling garment while on a visit to One On One Bicycle studio several years ago.  I bought a long-sleeve Spot brand jersey on a whim along with some other items.  It wasn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/2379178792388827820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=2379178792388827820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2379178792388827820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2379178792388827820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-things.html' title='Good Things'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-6868953169667410022</id><published>2008-10-09T07:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T16:07:27.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Enough</title><summary type='text'>It's in our nature to not be satisfied with what we have.  That is my simplistic analysis of everything I've thought about or heard about over the course of the last several days.Certainly in my case, there is not enough time to ride a bike, nor enough money to buy all the bike parts.  I got out last week two days on a fun bike. Saturday did a off-road ride for a few hours on what has become one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/6868953169667410022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=6868953169667410022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6868953169667410022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6868953169667410022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/10/never-enough.html' title='Never Enough'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-7285449574528346433</id><published>2008-10-02T20:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:50:43.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemonade</title><summary type='text'>For the last year and a half since my wife was unceremoniously relieved of her rather gainful employment, we have made the conscious decision to have her stay home and run our household.In July of 2007 I took a new position leaving a job I really liked, but a company I didn't.  For nearly 10 years I worked as a custom code programmer for an ERP software company.  When I left, I started doing a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/7285449574528346433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=7285449574528346433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/7285449574528346433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/7285449574528346433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/10/lemonade.html' title='Lemonade'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-6786684338197336438</id><published>2008-10-01T22:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:11:04.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts before I forget</title><summary type='text'>Interesting Sighting:The other day I was approaching another cyclist as we were both headed in the same direction. I was eager for a friendly hello once I caught up.  He looked like a serious commuter, fenders, panniers, lights, etc.  As he approached a red light at Washington Ave and Plymouth, he rolled up the right side passing all of the cars that were already stopped at the light.  Just as I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/6786684338197336438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=6786684338197336438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6786684338197336438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6786684338197336438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/10/thoughts-before-i-forget.html' title='Thoughts before I forget'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-7741347347934141691</id><published>2008-09-24T07:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:16:52.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted</title><summary type='text'>I received a voice mail yesterday afternoon that I think we all fear.  The message was from the Roseville Police Department informing me that our home had been burglarized. I got home to an awful discovery at the house and to a sad realization.  Sure enough, a team to two thugs had gone through the house top to bottom accumulating our valuables.  The worst of my curiosity and concern was realized</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/7741347347934141691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=7741347347934141691' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/7741347347934141691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/7741347347934141691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/09/busted.html' title='Busted'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-2631794397478618631</id><published>2008-09-22T08:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:05:17.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Belgium Urban Assault Ride</title><summary type='text'>It has been a long time since I have participated in any type of competitive event.  Of course, as soon as that thought leaves my finger tips I think of having participated in the TransIowa ride.  I think of that as more of a “survival” event than a competition.  This weekend was the Urban Assault Ride sponsored by New Belgium Brewing.  This is an unusual event where participants in teams of two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/2631794397478618631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=2631794397478618631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2631794397478618631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2631794397478618631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-belgium-urban-assault-ride.html' title='New Belgium Urban Assault Ride'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpoj9aK9YFM/SNfXBSEytBI/AAAAAAAABLo/OJ_MMH3Blfs/s72-c/IMG_0093%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-883205993306333226</id><published>2008-09-11T07:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:36:03.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Streets</title><summary type='text'>Awake unusually early with the excitement and anticipation of getting to ride in the rain.  Out the door at 5:20am the light rain quickly faded.  I stopped for a moment to shed my rain jacket and switch from a t-shirt into a wool long sleeve top. The rest of the ride to work was dark and uneventful and  I was treated to a ride on what I like to call Movie Streets.  Movie Streets:  Ever notice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/883205993306333226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=883205993306333226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/883205993306333226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/883205993306333226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/09/movie-streets.html' title='Movie Streets'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-8601877119606622671</id><published>2008-09-10T12:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T12:18:23.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflicting Thoughts...?</title><summary type='text'>Captain Obvious here with this startling observation; “Fall is imminent.”   With its impending arrival, I understand firsthand what the fauna and flora must experience.  There has definitely been a different feel to the commutes lately. If I were one of those crazed squirrels, I too would be frantically gathering nuts.  Instead though, I find myself mentally going through my checklist of seasonal</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/8601877119606622671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=8601877119606622671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/8601877119606622671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/8601877119606622671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/09/conflicting-thoughts.html' title='Conflicting Thoughts...?'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jpoj9aK9YFM/SMgPY-LfOWI/AAAAAAAABKY/9iFk1WZpZhk/s72-c/IMG_0080%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-844871206182651330</id><published>2008-09-03T06:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:42:08.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School is back in session</title><summary type='text'>To a fault, I tend to pay quite a bit to my surroundings in an effort to re-evaluate my opinions.  There’s most definitely a change to the feel of the morning commute.  The hours of sunlight have most certainly diminished; to the point of using lights almost all the way to work.The route is familiar and riding with a headlight certainly limits the number of things to look at and occupy the mind.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/844871206182651330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=844871206182651330' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/844871206182651330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/844871206182651330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-is-back-in-session.html' title='School is back in session'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-2671966679765959009</id><published>2008-09-01T09:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:08:49.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great way to wrap up August</title><summary type='text'>On Friday I concluded the day with an extra-long commute to Lebanon Hills in Eagan. My brother had picked up my mountain bike and met me there where we rode a couple of laps of singletrack. I decided that my favorite type of off-road riding is now on the fixed gear. I used my old Trek OCLV mountain bike set up with only a front cantilever on a rigid fork.  It was a blast.Saturday Anika and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/2671966679765959009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=2671966679765959009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2671966679765959009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2671966679765959009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-way-to-wrap-up-august.html' title='Great way to wrap up August'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-307256262611115825</id><published>2008-08-28T08:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:23:00.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something About Thursday</title><summary type='text'>I first began to notice when I worked at my last place of employment that it seemed like every Thursday was the day that I would wake up with a diminished level of general excitement.  That’s putting it mildly.  Really, I would seldom describe my ability to get up in the morning as “excitement” unless somehow it falls on the weekend with a plan to ride early.  Only then would I say that I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/307256262611115825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=307256262611115825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/307256262611115825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/307256262611115825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/08/something-about-thursday.html' title='Something About Thursday'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-1984332526578546271</id><published>2008-08-27T08:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:31:46.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted</title><summary type='text'>Dragged my sorry rear out of bed after only giving in to the allure of the “snooze” button once.  I know that the energy to actually get on with the day came from the fact that I could hear a few rain drops hit the leaves on the tree outside the window.  Set off out the door at 5:25 in regular clothing.  Though not raining, I was super excited about the prospect.  Completely dark now in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/1984332526578546271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=1984332526578546271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1984332526578546271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1984332526578546271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/08/twisted.html' title='Twisted'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-8204035625459400150</id><published>2008-08-26T12:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:20:34.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet</title><summary type='text'>Life moves at a blistering pace sometimes leaving me precious little time to reflect in an effort to gain perspective.  The opportunity to write forces me to think through things, though the coherence of my thoughts may not indicate it.I have continued my streak of riding to/from work.  Haven't missed a day in well over a year now. (July 20th, 2007)  Mileage continues to accumulate.  Recreational</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/8204035625459400150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=8204035625459400150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/8204035625459400150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/8204035625459400150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/08/quiet.html' title='Quiet'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-1011368626305668948</id><published>2008-08-18T08:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:29:00.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cure-All</title><summary type='text'>Back from a wonderful weekend, sore, tired, worn out.  Determined on the way into work this morning on the bike that this is the way things should be.  One should not use the weekend for recovery from the week, but instead use the week of work to recover from the weekend! Saturday I took my youngest daughter Alison out for a ride on the back of the tandem.  It was so fun to go for a ride and have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/1011368626305668948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=1011368626305668948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1011368626305668948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1011368626305668948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/08/cure-all.html' title='Cure-All'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-9213200151155523512</id><published>2008-08-11T06:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T07:27:49.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maintenance Pays Off</title><summary type='text'> I couldn't wait to ride my bike, I was actually up on time this morning.  The results of some work on the bike rewarded in a stunning ride to work this morning.On my free Friday night, I dropped by Hiawatha Cyclery on my way home from work where I was able to pick up a replacement Velocity Dyad rim.  On Saturday night I rebuilt the rear wheel, and on Sunday did some much needed maintenance on my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/9213200151155523512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=9213200151155523512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/9213200151155523512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/9213200151155523512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/08/maintenance-pays-off.html' title='Maintenance Pays Off'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-5044258370898554866</id><published>2008-08-10T18:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:56:32.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TransIowa Version 5.0 is on the Calendar</title><summary type='text'>Happened to notice that Guitar Ted had a customized status on his gmail account that TransIowa Version 5.0 is on!  Yippee... http://www.transiowa.blogspot.com/  I think I am going for it!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/5044258370898554866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=5044258370898554866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/5044258370898554866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/5044258370898554866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/08/transiowa-version-50-is-on-calendar.html' title='TransIowa Version 5.0 is on the Calendar'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-3010212860933345165</id><published>2008-08-06T14:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T14:46:19.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to Avoid</title><summary type='text'>I have decided to avoid any instruction that starts with:"all you have to do..."I've come to the conclusion that someone who doesn't really understand what they are talking about is about to give you advice.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/3010212860933345165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=3010212860933345165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/3010212860933345165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/3010212860933345165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/08/words-to-avoid.html' title='Words to Avoid'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-9007440382146957648</id><published>2008-08-05T10:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:53:02.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicycle Maintenance</title><summary type='text'>I have always feared the words: "mechanic owned."  It is one of those things that people boast about when trying to sell something.  Well, I'm a believer that what this really means is that any form of maintenance has been neglected until the last conceivable moment. Same sort of principle in play when you see the nurses and doctors outside of the hospital or clinic smoking.  I believe the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/9007440382146957648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=9007440382146957648' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/9007440382146957648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/9007440382146957648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/08/bicycle-maintenance.html' title='Bicycle Maintenance'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/reflector.collector/SJfRyZt87rI/AAAAAAAABH4/23YiSxhUaUI/s72-c/CIMG3121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-1208342399352309477</id><published>2008-08-01T10:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:40:48.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wrapped up July with my lowest number of miles per month all year only 560?  Much of my month of near silence has been spent contemplating one of the largest decisions of my life.  An opportunity to relocate to probably the most appealing place I have visited working for a company that I have had a relationship with for 7+ years.  An attractive chance to go work for an interesting company, with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/1208342399352309477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=1208342399352309477' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1208342399352309477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1208342399352309477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/08/wrapped-up-july-with-my-lowest-number.html' title=''/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-2858481365604088782</id><published>2008-07-24T07:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T07:58:43.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rare Opportunity for a Drive</title><summary type='text'>We had a corporate picnic in Edina yesterday afternoon.  I rode my bicycle the 10 miles between our corporate office and the park for the picnic.  Completely unfamiliar with a good bicycle route, I set out in the general direction and "winged it."I wouldn't call it "lost" nor would I call the route I took direct, I wandered my way and arrived after having ridden about 45 minutes.  Unfortunately </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/2858481365604088782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=2858481365604088782' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2858481365604088782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2858481365604088782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/07/rare-opportunity-for-drive.html' title='Rare Opportunity for a Drive'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-1534569440665277888</id><published>2008-07-23T07:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T07:35:18.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicycle Maintenance</title><summary type='text'>Jim (http://planetary-gears.blogspot.com or http://hiawathacyclery.com) was right, tires do stretch over time. I bought from him a pair of Schwalbe Marathon Supreme tires in 700x42mm and mounted them on my Quickbeam early April.    At the time that I mounted them, I was somewhat disappointed that the tires didn't measure up to their specifications.  I had plenty of room for clearance under my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/1534569440665277888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=1534569440665277888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1534569440665277888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1534569440665277888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/07/bicycle-maintenance.html' title='Bicycle Maintenance'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-7643627868834387876</id><published>2008-07-22T07:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:08:31.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can now say officially that I have made it over a year without driving to work!Today was grocery day.  Panniers were fully stocked; peanut butter, bread, lots of dried fruit, a large tub of yogurt.  The bike was heavy and I celebrated the moment by putting air in the tires before I left.  I stopped by the grocery store for another loaf of bread, a jar of jam, and a couple of donuts.  I felt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/7643627868834387876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=7643627868834387876' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/7643627868834387876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/7643627868834387876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-can-now-say-officially-that-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-2717124644082574750</id><published>2008-07-14T13:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:01:38.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No RAGBRAI for Me</title><summary type='text'>Riding more than ever this year yet somehow, I am stacking up a number of “cycling disappointments” this year.  First, there were a number of curtailed long training rides early in the “season.”   Late March and early April were downright crummy weather days for accumulating epic distance training rides in preparation for a TransIowa.    Then there was the TransIowa failure itself. Less than 1/3 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/2717124644082574750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=2717124644082574750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2717124644082574750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2717124644082574750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-ragbrai-for-me.html' title='No RAGBRAI for Me'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-8596554685832805169</id><published>2008-07-10T07:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T07:53:04.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Return from Hiatus</title><summary type='text'>Our family was off on a mini-vacation last week.  We visited Vermont for a few days on a bit of a whirlwind tour.  Stunned by the beauty, impressed with the apparent quality of life, I am left certainly entertaining fantasies of a shot at a simpler life.Yesterday 07/09/08 was the 1 year anniversary of my employment date at the Buffalo Wild Wings corporate offices.  That first day of employment </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/8596554685832805169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=8596554685832805169' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/8596554685832805169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/8596554685832805169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/07/return-from-hiatus.html' title='Return from Hiatus'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-4294240243616114778</id><published>2008-06-26T10:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:01:07.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban or Rural</title><summary type='text'>One of the imponderable questions often asked and evaluated around our home concerns the debate about urban or rural.   If given the choice to live somewhere; would it be rural or urban.  I have found myself re-thinking along these lines over the last few weeks.There are parts of the urban (really sub-urban) existence that I enjoy, primarily proximity to so many choices of places to work, things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/4294240243616114778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=4294240243616114778' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/4294240243616114778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/4294240243616114778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/06/urban-or-rural.html' title='Urban or Rural'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-6511162587361297957</id><published>2008-06-25T10:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:43:13.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Okay with That</title><summary type='text'>When I grew up, I was one of those kids that upon finding something new, would often examine it carefully.  If I found any screws, I would take it apart to see if I could determine how it worked. Seldom one to accept things at face value, I can be okay if I grasp concept, but often get frustrated if I do not quite understand how things work.This morning I had the epiphany that this is not always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/6511162587361297957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=6511162587361297957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6511162587361297957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6511162587361297957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-okay-with-that.html' title='I am Okay with That'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-5366413858280827372</id><published>2008-06-23T11:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T12:08:17.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings Of Impending Disaster</title><summary type='text'>My time on Saturday morning and afternoon was spent in a mix of emotion; excited and nervous about the expected evening departure for a bicycling adventure. I packed up my custom Rivendell All-Rounder with a large saddlebag and supported by my newly acquired Rivendell Hupe.Being one to over-pack, I narrowed my packing list down to the essentials with a little margin for error. Tools, 2 spare </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/5366413858280827372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=5366413858280827372' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/5366413858280827372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/5366413858280827372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/06/feelings-of-impending-disaster.html' title='Feelings Of Impending Disaster'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/reflector.collector/SF-ENnTXqJI/AAAAAAAABFk/hZ1EY7SBEHo/s72-c/CIMG3004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-5935391205746058367</id><published>2008-06-20T07:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:39:46.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Wrapup</title><summary type='text'>Picked the wrong day to take the route down Como Avenue this morning.   I should have known that something was going on yesterday when I attempted to take a different route to work yesterday and cut through the Minnesota State Fairgrounds.  The security guard greeted the two other commuters that had a similar plan.Not being one with an ear to the ground concerning car culture, I was unaware that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/5935391205746058367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=5935391205746058367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/5935391205746058367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/5935391205746058367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/06/week-wrapup.html' title='Week Wrapup'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-8356668630691161040</id><published>2008-06-17T07:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:14:06.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Sale</title><summary type='text'>Her loveliness, my partner in this confusing experience we call life, my wonderful wife is on my case about the number of bicycles that I own. As much as it might pain me to admit it, she’s right. I have too many “bikes.” (Not all of them quite qualify as bikes, some fall well into the “project” category.) So, here’s the beginning of the list of potential sellers.The first step in solving a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/8356668630691161040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=8356668630691161040' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/8356668630691161040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/8356668630691161040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-sale.html' title='For Sale'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-6446720576464435390</id><published>2008-06-16T19:23:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:00:40.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard on Parts</title><summary type='text'>Awake late, I celebrated the moment on Friday figuring if I am late, why not be really late. Not only did I decide to pack and ride the parade bike, but I took the long route to work. In doing so, I stored my key to my lock in the bag, which of course meant that I forgot the key this morning when back to riding the regular commuter.So, into the building, up the freight elevator, and into the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/6446720576464435390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=6446720576464435390' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6446720576464435390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6446720576464435390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/06/hard-on-parts.html' title='Hard on Parts'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/reflector.collector/SFcS-ezDFcI/AAAAAAAABEY/zRyILrmJmTY/s72-c/CIMG3000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-1868057888467287057</id><published>2008-06-12T12:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:50:05.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflicting Opinions</title><summary type='text'>This morning  on the bike ride to work, I passed by a parked car this morning and the bumper sticker caught my eye:“Not all who wander are lost” Several miles later I passed by a church and they had“No man ever got lost on the straight road.”What’s a person to do with such profound but conflicting ideas?I consider myself a wanderer, sometimes to a fault.  Decisionless, lacking direction, no clue </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/1868057888467287057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=1868057888467287057' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1868057888467287057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1868057888467287057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/06/conflicting-opinions.html' title='Conflicting Opinions'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-1587068057899276659</id><published>2008-06-02T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:17:57.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wraps on May</title><summary type='text'>Cycling takes time, sometimes a lot of time. In order to squeeze my longer rides into the life-schedule, I often leave early in the morning.  Saturday was no exception.  What was abnormal was the fact that my friend Scott was willing to join in the fun.  It was his seeming willingness to meet at 4am that caught me off guard.We had talked to one another back in March or April, maybe as part of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/1587068057899276659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=1587068057899276659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1587068057899276659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1587068057899276659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/06/wraps-on-may.html' title='Wraps on May'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-4603196810475956139</id><published>2008-05-27T14:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:58:05.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun on Two Wheels</title><summary type='text'>There is something easier about getting up at dawn when the opportunity presents itself for a recreational ride. Saturday morning, I was awake before the alarm went off. Laying in bed, conscious, I could hear the slight sound that the clock makes before that awful alarm sound.Out of bed at 4:55am on Saturday. Small bowl of cereal and a half of a pot of coffee and I was out the door by 5:20. Drove</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/4603196810475956139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=4603196810475956139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/4603196810475956139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/4603196810475956139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/05/fun-on-two-wheels.html' title='Fun on Two Wheels'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-4347003077295231241</id><published>2008-05-23T09:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:37:24.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The secret to selling a fine bicycle.</title><summary type='text'>I am going to spoil the plot right away so that you can get on with your extended Memorial Day weekend.  Do not ride it.I think I picked up the term from Velocipete.  Today is a Ferrari Friday.   I decided at the last minute and snuck out of our bedroom and down the stairs with my blue Rivendell trying not to make any noise in the darkness of the morning. Packed my clothes into my messenger bag </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/4347003077295231241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=4347003077295231241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/4347003077295231241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/4347003077295231241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/05/secret-to-selling-fine-bicycle.html' title='The secret to selling a fine bicycle.'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-227961973032789228</id><published>2008-05-21T11:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T12:44:15.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendly Greetings</title><summary type='text'>We rolled up to a stop light since it had turned red.  I could "feel" the presence of the looming vehicle off my left shoulder.  I glanced down at my little rear view mirror. I could only see the right front wheel and it looked like it was pointed to the curb.I turned around, looked up and in the window with a friendly smile on my face, gesturing inquisitively in an effort to solicit whether he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/227961973032789228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=227961973032789228' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/227961973032789228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/227961973032789228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/05/friendly-greetings.html' title='Friendly Greetings'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-5058350365032562659</id><published>2008-05-14T09:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:47:53.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike Stuff, what else?</title><summary type='text'>There is an art to life that I have not quite mastered. I find myself constantly trying to keep up with yesterday. Time flies...This week has been Bike to Work Week. The goal is to encourage people to ride a bike to work. My wife was kind and wonderful enough to convince the principal of our kids elementary school to allow the kids to ride their bikes to school this week.This is a big departure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/5058350365032562659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=5058350365032562659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/5058350365032562659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/5058350365032562659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/05/bike-stuff-what-else.html' title='Bike Stuff, what else?'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/reflector.collector/RknzcHQwxuI/AAAAAAAAAek/QmjsM1-lh7I/s72-c/CCI00008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-3373668302588710292</id><published>2008-05-06T17:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:16:46.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Risky Business</title><summary type='text'>I use my ears a lot to listen to my environment while riding. The sounds one hears can give a pretty good indication of what's going on.  When something doesn't sound quite right, it seems fairly obvious to me. I also posses the personality flaw that compels me to fill the roll of good-Samaritan. It was a four door Ford Focus that rolled past me when I recognized something that didn't quite sound</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/3373668302588710292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=3373668302588710292' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/3373668302588710292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/3373668302588710292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/05/risky-business.html' title='Risky Business'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-8738715385001789206</id><published>2008-05-06T10:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T10:27:03.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to an Adversarial Friend</title><summary type='text'>Dear Winter;It has been a long hard-fought battle but I think I have finally kicked your ass.Sincerely,Spring.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/8738715385001789206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=8738715385001789206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/8738715385001789206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/8738715385001789206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/05/letter-to-adversarial-friend.html' title='Letter to an Adversarial Friend'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-7683919985136563428</id><published>2008-05-05T12:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:59:15.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The driverless car.</title><summary type='text'>It was a sunny and pleasant morning for a ride. So much so, I decided to take a more recreational route to work.  Being a Monday and having made a weekend trip to load up on food supplies, my bike was loaded down.  Full panniers and a Rubbermaid tote full, strapped to the top of my rack.  The bike was HEAVY, but it felt SO good to ride.I made it a point to greet every cyclist I saw with a “hello”</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/7683919985136563428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=7683919985136563428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/7683919985136563428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/7683919985136563428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/05/driverless-car.html' title='The driverless car.'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-4816218452199478985</id><published>2008-04-30T17:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T11:12:01.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective is Everything</title><summary type='text'>One never knows of the joys one will find while perched upon the top of a bicycle saddle.With seemingly undecided spring temperatures, it has been a challenge to make sure to carry enough clothing options to stay warm enough in the morning, and have an option to be comfortable in the higher afternoon temperatures.  On Tuesday afternoon, I was on my way home.  I had failed to pack a pair of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/4816218452199478985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=4816218452199478985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/4816218452199478985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/4816218452199478985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/04/perspective-is-everything.html' title='Perspective is Everything'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-2242841561227654769</id><published>2008-04-30T15:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:27:46.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Reading.</title><summary type='text'>There was a sensationalized “investigative” story on the local news station last night about bicycles running stop signs.  Days prior to story airing, members of both Minneapolis Bike Love  and Minnesota Off Road Cyclists had pages of discussions.  Cyclists defending the behavior of violating laws in the name of self-righteous moral justification and for reasons of self-preservation.Here’s the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/2242841561227654769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=2242841561227654769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2242841561227654769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2242841561227654769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-reading.html' title='Good Reading.'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-8394091018450175033</id><published>2008-04-28T20:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:48:06.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnificent Difference</title><summary type='text'>With my unexpected early return from Iowa on Saturday, I had a full Sunday to unpack and get things back in order.  I did some maintenance work on the Quickbeam switching it back to full on commuter duty again.  Funny when I write that considering the only change that I made to the bike was to install an easier gear.  Back to my normal 42 chainring up front and 18t cog in back.For late April, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/8394091018450175033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=8394091018450175033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/8394091018450175033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/8394091018450175033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/04/magnificent-difference.html' title='Magnificent Difference'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-8363356798733071155</id><published>2008-04-27T18:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T10:32:17.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DNF</title><summary type='text'>I wouldn't go back to change anything if I could. Despite the hours of anxiety and nervousness leading up to the event, I felt fully prepared to ride the full distance. I stepped up to the line this year with over 3,200 miles on the bike this calendar year. I felt in much better shape than I did last year.35 degrees with strong winds out of the west.  People were huddled together trying to find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/8363356798733071155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=8363356798733071155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/8363356798733071155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/8363356798733071155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/04/dnf.html' title='DNF'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-2914399244812641132</id><published>2008-04-24T13:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T14:02:09.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Keeps Getting Better</title><summary type='text'>It has been raining all day here.  Unable to focus on work, I have been occassionally checking the forecast for Decorah, IA.  The forecast continues to improve:Friday Night: A slight chance of rain showers, mixing withsnow after 1am. Some thunder is also possible. Mostly cloudy, with a low around36. West wind between 21 and 23 mph. Chance of precipitation is 20%.Saturday: Mostly cloudy, with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/2914399244812641132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=2914399244812641132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2914399244812641132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2914399244812641132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-keeps-getting-better.html' title='Just Keeps Getting Better'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-3934410750589938243</id><published>2008-04-24T07:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T07:51:01.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No, Absolutely Not</title><summary type='text'>That's the short answer followed by the long answer.  The question being; "Are you ready to go?"Stuff organized for a weekend spent camping and on an epic bicycle adventure? The best I can do here is a list of things that I have traditionally brought with for other bicycle adventures.  Chances of finding everything on that list; 80%Bicycle sorted out? Well, I have a bicycle that I have ridden </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/3934410750589938243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=3934410750589938243' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/3934410750589938243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/3934410750589938243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-absolutely-not.html' title='No, Absolutely Not'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-500737433646658249</id><published>2008-04-22T15:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T15:01:51.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Day</title><summary type='text'>Since sometime this past winter, the great gas price prognosticators have been saying that gas prices will rise to $4 a gallon. Is there any surprise that the price continues to go up?Could be my imagination, could be the ol' "To a man with a hammer, everything looks like a nail."   Or, how about to an avid bike nut, everyone looks like a cyclist.  We see what we want to see.  There seem to be a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/500737433646658249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=500737433646658249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/500737433646658249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/500737433646658249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/04/special-day.html' title='Special Day'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-7174406271213316075</id><published>2008-04-21T20:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:33:32.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Down to the Wire</title><summary type='text'>Only a couple more days to finish all of the preparations for TransIowa departure on Friday. Second-guessing everything.  Looking forward to stepping up to that line at 4am on Saturday and giving it a go.Worked over the bike this past weekend thinking I would have it all set up and ready to go.  Not sure that it feels right.  Second-guessing bag set up for sure. Second-guessing which gear to ride</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/7174406271213316075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=7174406271213316075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/7174406271213316075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/7174406271213316075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/04/getting-down-to-wire.html' title='Getting Down to the Wire'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-7768068608775532378</id><published>2008-04-18T06:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:33:02.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars in Alignment</title><summary type='text'>Through an unusual combination of good luck, mad bike handling skills, and creative interpretation of traffic laws I made it 15 miles across town to work without putting a foot down. It wasn't a specific intention of the ride, more of an observation made LATE on the route then a spontaneous game to play.Before you step up on your soapbox to offer the lecture or advice about how cyclists should </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/7768068608775532378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=7768068608775532378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/7768068608775532378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/7768068608775532378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/04/stars-in-alignment.html' title='Stars in Alignment'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-3368658749185631094</id><published>2008-04-17T13:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:06:52.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling SASsy?</title><summary type='text'>Spring.  Evidently it is not only easier to ride a bicycle without studded tires and heavy clothing, it must also be easier to work the accelerator pedal in automobiles.Perhaps it is the fact that my ears are no longer covered by layers of both a climatological, but sound-insulating wool. There seems to be an increase in the number of people affected with SAS.  Sudden Acceleration Syndrome.As if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/3368658749185631094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=3368658749185631094' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/3368658749185631094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/3368658749185631094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/04/feeling-sassy.html' title='Feeling SASsy?'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-5870005789751857902</id><published>2008-04-16T15:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T15:05:52.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does it Cost to Ride A Bike?</title><summary type='text'>Before you say "nothing" think about it... I know I have beenI've recently worn off enough on a pair of my coworkers that they have not only considered riding bikes to work, they have actually been doing it!I have been filling the role of "EXPERT" and answering LOTS of questions.How to carry stuff: Backpacks will work in a pinch, but neither wanted to carry anything on their backs. Beside the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/5870005789751857902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=5870005789751857902' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/5870005789751857902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/5870005789751857902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-does-it-cost-to-ride-bike.html' title='What Does it Cost to Ride A Bike?'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-1360357986291056258</id><published>2008-04-15T08:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:03:02.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah, Blah, Blah, Bikes, Blah, Blah, Bikes.</title><summary type='text'>I took the "easy way out" last night and drove the car to take my 8 year old to dance practice.  It was one of the rare moments when we "need" two cars. My father in-law has been kind enough to loan us a 1991 Cadillac Sedan DeVille.  It's a win-win deal for both of us.  For him, it gives the car a dry rodent free area off of the farm to store a car that doesn't get driven.  For us, it provides </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/1360357986291056258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=1360357986291056258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1360357986291056258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1360357986291056258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/04/blah-blah-blah-bikes-blah-blah-bikes.html' title='Blah, Blah, Blah, Bikes, Blah, Blah, Bikes.'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-1781466029341341151</id><published>2008-04-12T15:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:44:43.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowy Century</title><summary type='text'>The alarm went off at 3am and I was on the road by 4am.I had original plans back in about January for a double century two weeks before TransIowa. The loosely laid plans called for a final shake-down of equipment so that I knew what bike I would ride and have a final trial of everything.Well, the overnight temperature had dropped below freezing and the drizzle turned to snow. 28 degrees on my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/1781466029341341151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=1781466029341341151' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1781466029341341151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1781466029341341151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/04/snowy-century.html' title='Snowy Century'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-1722241628014451164</id><published>2008-04-11T10:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:06:11.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Thursday's ride home had to be in some of the worst conditions that I've ever ridden my bike.  Thunder-snow, sleet, rain, and blasting headwinds. There's nothing that can be done about the weather. Waterproof raingear is a good idea, at least in theory. I remained warm, but wouldn't call it comfortable or anything close to "dry." I find myself second-guessing my level of sanity for my planned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/1722241628014451164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=1722241628014451164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1722241628014451164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/1722241628014451164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/04/friday-thoughts_11.html' title='Friday Thoughts'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-2523235707575748302</id><published>2008-04-07T10:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T11:03:11.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Product Review</title><summary type='text'>On March 2nd, I attended the open house at County Cycles in the roll of volunteer. While there, I spoke with the product rep from Camelbak. He gave me his pitch for their new Podium Bottle due out any time soon.Well, I was back into County Cycles about 2 weeks ago to pick up some supplies. While accumulating a pile of goodies, I spotted the new Podium Bottle in stock. On a whim I picked one up. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/2523235707575748302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=2523235707575748302' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2523235707575748302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/2523235707575748302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/04/product-review.html' title='Product Review'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-7386401696199494095</id><published>2008-04-06T12:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:08:14.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><summary type='text'>I received the message from Jim at Hiawatha Cyclery that he got the expected shipment of Velocity rims in and that he had what I needed for a replacement rim. For some reason, I have a hard time leaving the office when I would like to and Friday was no exception. Weaved my way down to Hiawatha via an unplanned route. Glenwood, Cedar Lake, Mid-Town Greeway to Bryant Ave, 42nd to 28th south to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/7386401696199494095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=7386401696199494095' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/7386401696199494095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/7386401696199494095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-6394082646477394828</id><published>2008-04-04T08:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T08:43:20.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Knocking firmly on my reconstituted wood-product work surface, I declare that I feel surprisingly good.  It could be that it is sunny outside and we are facing the potential for the temperature to reach mid 50’s to maybe even 60!I have been riding rather aggressively all week. Pushing the pace, attacking hills, riding to the point where I feel like my legs want to give in.  With a long ride of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/6394082646477394828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=6394082646477394828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6394082646477394828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6394082646477394828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/04/friday-thoughts.html' title='Friday Thoughts'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-6977163241991204260</id><published>2008-04-03T16:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:04:01.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mega Commute</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I like to try something just to see if I can do it.  Sure, it can be stupid or irresponsible at times.  But, a good test is an important part of enjoying life.I have a dentist that happens to have an office in what I consider an extreme southern suburb.  Distance from my house approximately 30 miles one way.  Of course this is also approximately 30 miles from my office.Well, the alarm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/6977163241991204260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=6977163241991204260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6977163241991204260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6977163241991204260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/04/mega-commute.html' title='Mega Commute'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-5322150090418721142</id><published>2008-04-01T10:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:16:54.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much More</title><summary type='text'>Getting up early sometimes has its benefits.  Yesterday morning I had a nice dry ride into work.  After a long and challenging ride on Saturday and a rest day on Sunday, it felt good to be back on the bike.  Not much in the legs in the way of what I would call “power” but it felt good to ride.Not long after arriving at work, the snow began to fall.  With temperatures hovering around the freezing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/5322150090418721142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=5322150090418721142' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/5322150090418721142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/5322150090418721142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-much-more.html' title='How Much More'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-6103038318831492905</id><published>2008-03-29T17:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T11:24:10.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Ride or Reality Check</title><summary type='text'>The alarm went off at 4:20am on Saturday morning. A quick bowl of cereal, 1/2 pot of coffee, and I was out the door on the road by 5. It was dark, 22 degrees, and quiet. I rode through most of the urban parts of Saint Paul under the cover of darkness. The first car to pass me was at 12.34 miles while I was climbing a small hill at 12.3 mph. I only remember this because I found the number </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/feeds/6103038318831492905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25595631&amp;postID=6103038318831492905' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6103038318831492905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25595631/posts/default/6103038318831492905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectorcollector.blogspot.com/2008/03/training-ride-or-reality-check.html' title='Training Ride or Reality Check'/><author><name>Reflector Collector</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10476632080737052238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25595631.post-4268943574976704177</id><published>2008-03-27T11:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T11:13:46.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparations Continue</title><summary type='text'>Obsessed with thoughts about TransIowa looming on the horizon?  I wonder the answer to that question.  For months now some thought has gone through my head daily as TI was some sort of carrot to motivate me to press on.  With the actual event date growing closer, I have become increasingly nervous.As difficult as the TransIowa will be, the preparation and training seems even harder. 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