Age 22 was probably one of my best. It brought my last year of college in which getting all my classes out of the way early finally paid off – I got to mostly float through and have some fun. Socially it was a rollercoaster, both being gone every weekend for bike races and meeting new people in town.

How could I not miss the Haus? Living at the Bike Haus had its ups and downs, but mostly it was rad. I got to meet and hang out with so many people (hippies) just because I lived there, it almost seemed like cheating. The place truly was a community center for better or worse. Smelled like one too. I learned some important things here: how to clean insanely dirty dishes, to ignore the smell of body odour  and to not let your roomates practice drums at 11:00 at night when you have anal retentive neighbours! Seriously though – clear communication. When your roomates do something that you perceive as wrong or annoying its better just tome come forward about it. Even if it is one against the herd and may cause an awkward living situation for a while. Especially important in precarious situations such as living in the Bike Haus. I haven’t heard anything about the place since I left, but I hope its getting used. R.I.P.

Racing mountain bikes was the best thing I could have done with my weekends in college and my only regret was not getting into it sooner or going harder. It was amazing for so many reasons. First of all, I never really had a competitive outlet in college – unless you consider pissing matches between comp sci nerds competition (which it is, but in a really obnoxious, annoying I-dont-even-want-to-participate kind of way) so it was great to get out there, lay the smack down and feel good about coming out on top – some of the time. I only got 2 podiums the whole season but it was all worth it. There is much to be learned in humility and defeat as well. It was also extremely physically demanding. While most people I knew were out every weekend getting drunk and feeling like shit – my racing friends and I were doing 9am bedtimes in order to wake up at 6:00am on race day. Everything changed – diet, sleeping habits, physical physique and attitude. I think I may have even considered myself an athlete and damn if I didn’t feel really good too  – probably in the second best shape of my life just behind my tour in New Zealand.  It was almost impossible not to feel slightly elitist when returning to school after a weekend of racing knowing that you just put yourself through more pain and suffering than most people in class sitting around you would in a year – and you liked it too. But everyone needs a bit of an ego and confidence boost every once and  a while so I don’t feel bad. It definitely worked in my favour at the party and social scene too. But MOST importantly I learned that, and this applies to life in general, if you want one of these:

You have to go through a bit of this:

Trevor Pratt, destroyer of wheels.

And that just all there is to it.

As far as careers or whatever goes I guess that’s going pretty well too. All those years of being a computer nerd in High School finally paid off, because now I’m that same nerd but getting paid for it. I’m still not sure what to say when people ask me what I do for a living. My answer is usually “computer stuff” but in reality I do a bit of all computer stuff. No Im not making the new Facebook. Mainly programming (which I’ve gotten so much better at in one year) as well as some system admin type work. The jobs are challenging and the pay is good so I can’t complain – but I can’t let that get to my head. I will ALWAYS remember that I do this some of the time:

So that I can do this most of the time:

Because I’ve seen those commuters honking their horns, crowding on the BART, who have worked all their lives and I can feel the frustration and pain in them. I’ll never go there. Money can be a dangerous addiction and I’ve felt it try and grasp at me already, but when that happens I usually just say f**k it and go for a ride.

Heres to living the dream and looking forward to 23.

I didn’t even know what a match sprint was before I saw this  video but after watching I want to head up to the Alpenrose velodrome and give it a shot. It’s old school, and I don’t think there are that many track stands in modern competition, but it is still very cool to watch:

Headbutting. I’ve got to try this. From last year’s Tour, Mark Renshaw headbutts the competition:

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This post is similar to this one except that its less about staying alive while you are going insane and more about how to make the trip fast so your risk of going insane is only about 1 in 5.

I am a professional I-5 from Ashland to San Francisco driver. I make this drive more than is healthy. I know the road like the veins on the back of my, ahem, hand.  I make the other drivers on the road feel like they are lost even if they are going the right way. When you are on this particular I-5 corridor, you are IN MY TERRITORY. I pass fools like they are driving Barbie Big wheels.  Cops don’t even pull me over anymore!  Anyways… have I mentioned that I’m pretty good at this drive? Well I am. And I am about to pass on my infinite wisdom to you. Listen up.

From Ashland to San Francisco

First thing you gotta do is, pack your stuff. This is not fun. I have found that the only things you really need for any trip less than a month long are clothes, music, books, bikes and a toothbrush. Thats it. If you are packing for a trip longer than a month, also pack tampons.

This is very important: Get cash. You will need $4 for the bridge toll later, and if you get it now, you wont need to pay a ridiculous ATM fee somewhere. Worse yet you could completely forget and pay a fat fine to the CDOT.

Next step, get gas. This is your last chance to fill up on glorious cheap, non self serve Oregon gas. So, on your way out of Ashland, take Siskyou Blvd all the way PAST the exit to I-5 and go to the Chevron station down there on the right. Its usually the cheapest gas in town, there is never a wait, and the attendant will take your card so you don’t have to go inside yourself (like they make you do at the Texaco) Then drive back and get on the I-5 south and start your trip.

You’re going to go over some high mountain passes. These might be intimidating if you’re a wimp. Just hang in there and in about 2 hours you’ll be dropping off into Redding. If you drive a gas guzzling hunk of awesomeness like I do, you’re gunna want to fill up here again. Redding has the cheapest gas you will find until you hit the Bay Area. I usually fill up at the Arco off Oasis Road (exit 682 next to the CHP headquarters) If for some reason you forgot to eat before leaving, there is an In N Out off Hilltop Drive. This will be your last chance for decent food until Granzella’s which is in Williams, quite a few miles down the road.

After 2 hours or a little more past Redding, you may find yourself getting bored, really bored. The scenery is repetitive, to say the least. So you’d expect that when the exit for I-505 just past Dunnigan comes up, you’d be on it. Nope. You’ll be so lost in your head thinking about sunshine and lollipops or whatever that you’re going to almost miss it. It happens, so don’t let it. THE EXIT FOR I-505 Vacaville/San Francisco IS JUST PAST DUNNIGAN. There you go.

505 is pretty short. And when it spits you out on I-80 in Vacaville, you’ll be awake if you weren’t before. This is where the craziest motherfuckers on 4 wheels make their daily commute.  Not to mention the road is gnarly. So sit up straight, shut up, and put both hands on the damn wheel.  Keep your eyes on the mirrors for BMWs weaving in and out of traffic, motorcycles splitting traffic at 85mph and other batshit-crazy drivers. And remember to use your blinker, PLEASE?! You know you have almost survived when you get your first glimpse of the bay.

Shortly after driving over the Carquinez bridge, I-80 merges with I-580 at Berkeley. Depending on the time of day, traffic here can get REALLY BAD. You are going to San Francisco, not San Jose like most of the poor fools, so stay as FAR RIGHT as possible. These lanes usually move faster and the farthest 2 or 3 lanes split away from I-580 and become I-80 again to go over the bay bridge. Once you get to the toll both, pay your $4 that you didn’t forget. Congratulations! Welcome to the City on the Bay.

From San Francisco to Ashland

These directions are pretty straightforward so I wont repeat a lot of stuff. Take I-80 out of town and remember to get your 4$ dollars! When you approach the Carquinez bridge, stay in the right lane. Left lane is for FastTrack only! The farthest right lane is usually the fastest, so just stay as far right as possibly until you are past the toll booth.

I usually get gas/eat in Fairfield. Take the exit for Travis Blvd, and when the road splits, take Travis Blvd WEST. There is a shopping center with an In N Out, and a Vallero across the Street (also next to the CHP). Eat a burger and poop if necessary. After you fill up at the Vallero, DO NOT exit back onto Travis Blvd. Take the rear exit and turn right onto Holiday Lane, which intersects again with Travis blvd, but you have a sweet left turn only lane that will spit you back onto Travis Blvd going east, and that takes you back to I-5. I told you I was a pro, right?

Don’t miss our favorite exit in the next town! THE EXIT FOR I-505 WINTERS/REDDING IS IN VACAVILLE! From there, I-505 turns into I-5 and that takes you to Redding. If you think you wont run out of gas before Ashland, fill up in Redding anyways. The following 2 hours will be full of accelerating and decelerating which eats your gas away.

Check out Mt. Shasta off to your right! Isn’t that awesome? You are almost there. Take care on the road around Weed, CA. The winds here can be vicious and they blow around semis like sailboats.

When you pass the Welcome to Oregon sign, you are on the Cali Side of Siskyou Pass, the steepest grade on I-5. Ashland sits right on the bottom of the Oregon side. When you come down, take the first exit for Ashland. Its a little further than the next from town, but you get to avoid the horrendous perfect-example-of-bad-city-planning offramp that the second exit provides.

Welcome to the coolest town north of Half Moon Bay!

Sorry laughingsquid, I just can’t hang with your hosting anymore. I know you just launched a new cloud hosting plans, but I’m on the old system, and its just not working out. My main complaint is the mail system. You only allow 70mb of storage? Is that really sufficient in today’s world? I love my @fingel.com email address, but I’ve basically had to stop using it because time and time again, my mailbox fills up. I set it up as a forward, but that doest help. The mail system still stores my incoming messages, and THEN forwards them. So when my box fills up I simply stop getting mail with no notification that something is wrong. Notgood. If I could find an option to forward without storing, or to delete messages after a certain period, I would have kept using it but… now its too late. I’ve switched the DNS entries over to 1&1. I know 1&1 sucks pretty bad, but at least its cheap and I dont have to worry about running out of space and missing mail.

Ok so enough of that rant. Here is something usefule: Worpress has an awesome feature that lets you export/import entire blogs, including attachments and comments. This made it easy for me to import my entire old blog into this one, as if nothing had changed. Even the old fingel.com links that are floating out there on the internet are still pointing to the correct URL. Not bad!

1&1 users who try to import wordpress blogs might find that the process crashes with an error “out of memory.” To fix it, place a file named php.ini in your /wp-admin/ directory that contains the line:

memory_limit= 20M

This should allow the import to proceed without crashing. However, when I did it the import would still stop after importing quite a bit of stuff, and I would have to reload the page to restart it where it had left off. I did this about 7 – 8 times and eventually it got my whole blog, with a nice message at the bottom “Good to go!” that let me know it was finished.

Lastly, I updated the design of the site. I dont like the name of the site, “Austin Riba” its terribly boring. But until I think of something else, I’m leaving it at that. Hope you like it.

Lately I’ve been noticing a huge increase of brightly colored, bulbus, sagging double knotted bags of joy littering the side of the trail. Whats up with this? Like I said, gret if you pick up your dogs excretion, but why not finish the job? Its like washing the dishes but not putting them away. What gives?

Please throw away your used bags. By leaving them on the side of the trail you are not doing a good thing. You are doing a worse thing. Thank you.

–Angry dogless walker in Ashland

Have  conversations with yourself. You’d be surprised how much you have in common.

Take the slightest driving errors by others completely out of context (this includes driving < 80 in the fast lane). Express your feelings with your horn, and be liberal with threatening gestures and cuss words. Dont worry – everyone understands.

You don’t really need food. Only eat when your car does at gas stations. Rockstar and pretzels. Nuff said.

Have someone make you a CD before you leave so you can listen to something unpredictable. Who cares if its dance music and you are stuck in traffic,  and that someone slipped a Paris Hilton track in there – take it like a man.

Listen to bangin’ tracks like these until you reach your destination:

Army of Yeah – The White Panda

Homecoming – The Teenagers

Wonderwall (Conor Cutz & DJ Black Remix) – http://salacioussound.com

I bought austinriba.com a long time ago and for ages it just sat and collected dust. Now I’ve decided to actually do something with it – for better or worse. Hopefully in the near future I’ll put up some more content, resumes, projects, things I think are cool, etc.