Things Change…
Jul06

Things Change…

Well, I sit here stumped. Mulling over several ideas to title this month’s High Sides, I have no idea. Yeah, I know what I want to write about. However, I don’t yet know what my point is. I had been planning on riding the Jackhammer Enduro last year. I spent a few months seriously preparing for this. So seriously that I hired a personal trainer and started working out. I modified my diet to lean more towards the healthier side, all...

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Something to live for…

I’ve never been one to buy into New Year’s resolutions or setting personal goals. Most of my life has been, basically, career driven. I also figured that if I were successful in my professional life, the personal stuff would fall into to place. Don’t get me wrong — my personal life is important, after all I’m writing this on a plane to Las Vegas while the rest of the All-OffRoad crew are already there...

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Ev’s Extreme Weight Loss Plan

Working at a competitive high-paced software company in the Silicon Valley, being a husband and a father of an almost four-year-old and a 9-month-old, and taking care of All-OffRoad in the evenings (assuming the kids get to sleep early enough) takes up most of my time. The rest of my time is used up playing guitar, taking pictures, riding motorcycles, and any other hobbies that I can think of. This means that I don’t have time...

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Practice makes perfect – I think not…
Mar03

Practice makes perfect – I think not…

OK, as a dirt rider I suck. Well maybe “suck” is too strong of word. After all, I’m usually pretty hard on myself. Lame may be more appropriate. I’m certainly not fast. OK, so how’s “technically competent but slow” sound? Pretty pathetic, huh? Over the past several years, due to having kids, buying a house, and increased responsibilities at work, my seat time has diminished considerably. In 1998, aside from a...

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More on Learnin’
Feb05

More on Learnin’

Having a one-hour commute gives me a lot of time to reflect. Tonight, on my way home from work I had an epiphany. When I was a young child my father worked in a service station. This was when a service station was just that. There was no AM/PM, Taco Bell, Carl’s Jr, or Baskin-Robbins attached. It as a sheet metal building with a glass front and a garage, used for repairing cars. There was no little booth with bulletproof glass....

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Friends…

I’d like to take a moment to talk about friends. I don’t have many; I’m rather antisocial. The ones I do have are the types of guys that I’d bet my life on. It’s not that I think that anyone of them would take my place in a Mexican prison. It’s more like I’d bet my life that I could predict how they’d react to most situations with a 95% success rate. My closest friends (other than my...

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