We went and dyed Riley grey!!! Yeah... not quite. Do not adjust your TV set!!!
For a long time, Felicia has wanted to get Riley another dog as a companion. She finally wore me down, so we started looking around at dogs we could rescue. I knew about the Arizona Weimaraner Rescue group from before we got Riley, so I looked to see what they had going on. They had a couple of 2 year old females that looked like they'd be good, so I sent in an application. As it turns out those two females had already gone, but they had two female puppies... so there you have it. The lady came over this afternoon and that, as they say, is that. She's 18 weeks old and she was bigger than we thought she'd be (yeah... we know they get kind of big - that's why we wanted a female, because they don't get as big). Who knows how big she'll get (she has quite the story behind her) but her paws are as big as Riley's.
I'm not sure Riley is really amused by this whole deal at this point.
Anyways...that's it, we're a two-dog town now.
We didn't have enough of a mess going on around here with the remodel, so we had to shake things up a bit.




He does not look amused!!!


Check out the size of those paws!!!

I didn't come up with the title of the post... that was the title Pete put in for the ride when he uploaded his GPS info to the Garmin Connect website. It was an interesting morning. I was feeling a little pounded and tired from climbing yesterday, but we really wanted to get a good longer ride in this morning. Pete took me on a tour of the neighborhoods north of Camelback Mountain, most of which seemed to have uphill sections all over them. By the time we exited the neighborhoods, I was already feeling a little shelled. As we made our way over to Shea Rd. to head for Fountain Hills, I realized that at least a little of that mushy feeling in my legs was probably due to the fact that my front tire was on it's way to being airless. We stopped and did a quick tube swap (no LEVERS needed!! haven't launched the new wheels yet).
We pushed on west, taking some back streets to get over onto Shea, at which point it's just get on, avoid the traffic, and get up. The hill felt a little better than last week, but I got a nice tow from Pete up the thing into the stiff headwind coming over the pass. Where did all the wind come from? We were holding a good pace up the hill until near the top. We were on the last push for the summit when TWANG! Pete's back wheel blew a spoke!! The bummer of this is that today's high tech, low weight, low spoke wheels, like Pete's Aksium's, can't survive a broken spoke as well as the older school 32-spoke wheels I was running. On those, you just unscrew the spoke or wrap it around a nearby spoke, and keep riding. Pete's wheel was pretty jacked up immediately. We let the back brake out all the way (no dice), then just loosened up the cable clamp to let it out as far as it would go. WIth it opened all the way, the wobbler wheel just cleared it. Pete called Jen to let her know we were having technical difficulties, and we started limping back west. As it turns out, the wives were looking for somewhere to have breakfast after their back-to-back power hike workout of Squaw Peak and Shaw Butte, so we wobbled over and met them for breakfast, then just called it a day. Hoping Pete's wheel can be resurrected with a new spoke.
Edit: The bike shop basically told Pete the wheel was a dead soldier... he ended up buying a new wheel to replace this one. That's pretty scary, considering my Ksyerium wheels have the same general construction as the Aksiums... one spoke, you get to buy a new wheel? That sucks.
I think at this point, there's roughly no chance I'm going to try to run the Ksyrium's in the Tour de Scottsdale. All things being equal, I think I'll go with my ten year old, still absolutely true, bombprooof 32-spoke specials. The K's will have to earn some trust before I get out there too far on 'em.
