It's never too late to learn something from your dad.  As I grew up, I learned some very important lessons from watching my father. 

My dad would help out just about anyone with zero hesitation.  Stranger on the side of the road with a flat tire?  No problem.  In a bind and need some help with the kids?  Of course, bring them over.  No schedule checking or getting back to you.  You name it, he would do it, no big whoop.

He would just give or help whenever someone needed it.  And the kicker is he would never expect anything in return.  No matter what, you never "owed him one" in his book.  And that, my friends, is amazing.  The number one thing we could all learn from and try to emulate. 

Want to make the world a better place?  Be more like Hans.

Happy Fathers Day.  Now go tell your pop you love him.

Sad news today after one of our own passed away right after finishing the Tuesday night PIR.

Crossed the line, coasted, collapsed, passed away.

I wish I'd known him better.  I'm sad for his friends and his family. 

I know we're not machines, but sometimes I pretend to forget.  I've pushed myself so hard that I fought to stay conscious for half a minute.  Is this what happened to him?  Except he didn't recover. 

What a bummer.  Very tragic news here in Portland.

Rest in peace, brother.

The house is up!  Lots more to do, but mostly on the inside now.  Supposed to be done by August:

Is it too early to start getting pumped for cyclocross?  I know it is but I am having a weak moment. 

I've been listening to CTodd's little number this morning:
 

The house is coming along, though slowly.

The foundation is done, and they brought in a LOT of rock.  The basement floors are being poured early next week and then the framers come in.  The workers have been very slow and sporadic to show up these past few weeks, so we are now a couple weeks behind on the schedule.

We did a little experiment today.

Plop seven mentos into two liters of soda, and you get a fizzy little geyser of fun.  Ah, but which fountain would spout higher between Sprite, Coke and Diet Coke?  Let's find out:

To measure the geyser height, we used good ol' math.  The white board behind the bottle has two blue lines on it.  The distance between said two lines is 50cm.  So we took the photos, counted vertical pixel span between the blue lines, and used that number to translate the geyser height in pixels to centimeters.  I could have used feet and inches, but F that.  Metric people.  Metric!

Anyway, after all the pixel counting was over, Diet Coke is the champion!

The left over amounts are not quite accurate, as the kids drank some when I wasn't looking.

We were going to go to the store to get more soda for experimentation, but then someone ran over our test rig.  Oh well.

Well I was sure pumped to see this race, but I was really disappointed in how it played out.

Here you go:

The man is a machine.  Wow.  Everyone but Boonen was more than happy to race for second, and Boonen did not seem have his head in the game. 

The highlight for me was seeing Thor SMOKE Flecha in the sprint for second place.  But then Flecha came over the line clapping his hands, perfectly happy having raced for a podium spot.  Next year, let there be RAIN.  Please.

Wow.  Here's the defining moment (I skipped ahead a bit to get to the good part):

He's gone!  How did he do that?  Amazing.

Start with any number.

If it's even, divide by 2.

If it's odd, multiple by 3 and add 1.

1n 1937, Collatz proposed you ALWAYS end at 1, but nobody can prove or disprove it.