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Naneum Ridge Ride

Headed up to Naneum Ridge yesterday.  I hit snow at 5,500 feet and got stuck.  I turned around and headed west.  I found some very cool roads.  Some were block with trees, and another was closed due to the recent flooding.  I saw over 50 elk and four deer.  I only saw two camps and one guy looking for a camping spot until about 1:00.  After that, guys were pouring in.  I pulled over for them and about half of them waved....they didn't seem very friendly.  I got back to the truck and had to take care of my empty beer can.

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Don't Sell Me Bro (guest starring me)

I have trouble selling what I do. I'm not sure if it's a lack of confidence that what I do is valuable (it's easy for me, but only because I have lots of practice), have an issue asking people for money (highly likely) or I just don't like talking to people (unlikely), but I've never been a great salesman.

When Conrey and Cooke offered me some quick sales training on their Don't Sell Me Bro podcast, I jumped right on it.

Excellent tips and a few pointers that I'm still using. My biggest lesson?

Ask for the sale. Never going to happen unless you ask.

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Bryan's new bike

> There are few things more badass than a new, white bicycle.
>> Here is Bryan with is new Giant Roam XL bike with 29" wheels.
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Very proud today

There are times in my life that I am completely, totally and absolutely both proud of myself and the people that I know. While I frequently make do with arrogance and bravado, this time it's the most humble form of pride that I know.

A friend sent this yesterday: 

"Short and sweet: I finally figured out what I want to do when I grow up because of you. Thanks for that. Keep doing what you do."

I did nothing to directly help my buddy, but I'm damn happy that I assisted.

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Scooter riding has perks

I just drove nearly two miles at night on a 50cc scooter through a few busy intersections while impaired, wearing Vibrams and listening to music via earbuds.

I'm not sure if I have a death wish or that I think I'm invincible, but I feel fucking alive right now.

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Public Confession

I am not religious, but I do understand what a sin is. I know and can feel what constitutes a sin, and I'm not talking the little ones, either. While my sins may not reside in the top 10 category, I can't help but wonder if they'd had more time to review, mine may have made it on.

There's a lot on my mind right now. Do I confess? How? Confessing now will do nothing. It will not bring about reparations, nor will it absolve me of the time I spent carrying the guilt. I have been punished and will continue to do so.

These are not the kind of questions someone without much faith knows who to ask them to. I cannot confess in the Catholic (or maybe Christian...I really don't know) manner, as it would feel as though I was mocking their idea of God. There's nothing wrong with their idea of God. I just wish it had stopped there.

I've sinned, twice now, and I can't rid myself of either the sin or the punishment. The guilt feels like a wet sock in a slightly too-loose shoe. It controls me.

But it does not become me.

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