<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19591175</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:03:42.231Z</updated><title type='text'>Marc's News</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>webmaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19591175.post-8641622344083863461</id><published>2010-04-29T19:58:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-04-29T20:00:36.992Z</updated><title type='text'>Spring Riding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/S9nlIWYvK0I/AAAAAAAAATI/ah-ch3pXcWY/s1600/DSC06595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/S9nlIWYvK0I/AAAAAAAAATI/ah-ch3pXcWY/s320/DSC06595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465651554401856322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/S9nk-5dnCNI/AAAAAAAAATA/3bTmbpc2dis/s1600/DSC06607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/S9nk-5dnCNI/AAAAAAAAATA/3bTmbpc2dis/s320/DSC06607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465651392018843858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not too bad with the Sierra Nevada mountains in the background. And the sign below says, 'Don't mortgage your life!' Good advice for everyone and anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19591175-8641622344083863461?l=marclanoue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/8641622344083863461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/8641622344083863461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-riding.html' title='Spring Riding'/><author><name>webmaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/S9nlIWYvK0I/AAAAAAAAATI/ah-ch3pXcWY/s72-c/DSC06595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19591175.post-8668212886405437850</id><published>2010-03-18T07:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-18T08:00:11.652Z</updated><title type='text'>Sierra Nevada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/S6HdeBu0ClI/AAAAAAAAASU/IXjUmOCZ3EY/s1600-h/DSC06357crop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/S6HdeBu0ClI/AAAAAAAAASU/IXjUmOCZ3EY/s320/DSC06357crop.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449880532025608786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter training in Granada with my cousin Mike. The Sierra Nevada follows you everywhere you go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19591175-8668212886405437850?l=marclanoue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/8668212886405437850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/8668212886405437850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/2010/03/sierra-nevada.html' title='Sierra Nevada'/><author><name>webmaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/S6HdeBu0ClI/AAAAAAAAASU/IXjUmOCZ3EY/s72-c/DSC06357crop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19591175.post-3499498229984569644</id><published>2010-01-29T09:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:09:51.086Z</updated><title type='text'>Ride to Beas de Granada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/S2Klli7qwSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/xF7HvnG6iEY/s1600-h/DSC06212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/S2Klli7qwSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/xF7HvnG6iEY/s320/DSC06212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432086165013053730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rode to Beas de Granada and then down the other side to the Valley and back to Granada. A good time was had by all! Well - since there was only me I guess that was pretty easy. Nice sun, nice scenery - good roads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19591175-3499498229984569644?l=marclanoue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/3499498229984569644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/3499498229984569644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/2010/01/ride-to-beas-de-granada.html' title='Ride to Beas de Granada'/><author><name>webmaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/S2Klli7qwSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/xF7HvnG6iEY/s72-c/DSC06212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19591175.post-8443028542809390580</id><published>2010-01-12T14:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:24:45.623Z</updated><title type='text'>Winter Hockey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/S0yF7SYga5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/2P05PbqPxl4/s1600-h/DSC_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/S0yF7SYga5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/2P05PbqPxl4/s320/DSC_0801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425858904668007314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/S0yFpYNOUEI/AAAAAAAAAQc/rUbpD3bvOw0/s1600-h/PC230093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/S0yFpYNOUEI/AAAAAAAAAQc/rUbpD3bvOw0/s320/PC230093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425858596993650754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few shots from winter '09 from the various ponds in the area, including the hockey rink just behind my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19591175-8443028542809390580?l=marclanoue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/8443028542809390580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/8443028542809390580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/2010/01/winter-hockey.html' title='Winter Hockey'/><author><name>webmaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/S0yF7SYga5I/AAAAAAAAAQk/2P05PbqPxl4/s72-c/DSC_0801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19591175.post-3638944239249122714</id><published>2009-08-09T15:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T15:41:49.027+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New(er) Bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/Sn7fwXE_jlI/AAAAAAAAANM/42gs6Jd8hxM/s1600-h/DSC06089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/Sn7fwXE_jlI/AAAAAAAAANM/42gs6Jd8hxM/s320/DSC06089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367973827793882706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, my new Cannondale Super Six. After a couple months of riding this I am can say I'm quite happy. Certainly does the job, and looks cool - modern, yet with some nice traditional lines. Thanks to some good friends and generous people out in Southern California!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19591175-3638944239249122714?l=marclanoue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/3638944239249122714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/3638944239249122714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/2009/08/newer-bike.html' title='New(er) Bike'/><author><name>webmaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/Sn7fwXE_jlI/AAAAAAAAANM/42gs6Jd8hxM/s72-c/DSC06089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19591175.post-5336420043566116523</id><published>2009-03-27T00:15:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:20:50.519Z</updated><title type='text'>California with Nealy 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/ScwbD8VwzuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/B0Q9dGT3PHg/s1600-h/DSC05971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/ScwbD8VwzuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/B0Q9dGT3PHg/s320/DSC05971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317655014568677090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/Scwa6atTYXI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YQtY86VapFE/s1600-h/DSC05909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/Scwa6atTYXI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YQtY86VapFE/s320/DSC05909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317654850921783666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/ScwavjIAqwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/atPfu23-6dM/s1600-h/DSC05855cropped.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/ScwavjIAqwI/AAAAAAAAAKI/atPfu23-6dM/s320/DSC05855cropped.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317654664202726146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In order to escape the last bit of February coldness, I hopped a plane for Southern California, to visit my friend Sean and his family, and do some riding in a warm climate. I was not disappointed. Though I was under military surveillance some of the time (the picture with the helicopter), I was able to find my way to some nice climbs along the pacific ocean (top pic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Southern California. Probably one of my top choices in terms of North American living options. There's a bit of traffic, but when you're on the sailboat, looking at the coastline and snow-covered mountains, you quickly forget all about it. For exoticism, you have Mexico nearby, which is great for those needing to brush up on their Spanish. I hope to get back there soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19591175-5336420043566116523?l=marclanoue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/5336420043566116523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/5336420043566116523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/2009/03/california-with-nealy-2009.html' title='California with Nealy 2009'/><author><name>webmaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/ScwbD8VwzuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/B0Q9dGT3PHg/s72-c/DSC05971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19591175.post-7205438030220278872</id><published>2008-12-13T13:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:33:01.443Z</updated><title type='text'>Fall Retrospective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/SUO4zzpBl7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/lAG3k4z29b4/s1600-h/DSC05593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/SUO4zzpBl7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/lAG3k4z29b4/s320/DSC05593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279266388383471538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/SUO4oymaInI/AAAAAAAAAGg/eMRRjfmHX0Q/s1600-h/DSC05592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/SUO4oymaInI/AAAAAAAAAGg/eMRRjfmHX0Q/s320/DSC05592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279266199125500530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The riding out near Shelburne Falls, MA, is quite nice. No suburbia really, just nice quiet country roads and some good, short climbs. This bridge is over the Deerfield River, with two good climbs on either side. I used to ride here all the time when I was at school in the Valley. It was the very essence of freedom, and I don't mean freedom like a shopping cart! So here are some nice pictures to enjoy. If you want to ride here, head up South Shelburne Road!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19591175-7205438030220278872?l=marclanoue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/7205438030220278872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/7205438030220278872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/2008/12/fall-retrospective.html' title='Fall Retrospective'/><author><name>webmaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/SUO4zzpBl7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/lAG3k4z29b4/s72-c/DSC05593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19591175.post-2599470271595987695</id><published>2008-08-26T23:19:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:26:42.551+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An August Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/SLSCfk4XzNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/V6nMJ_I0RYU/s1600-h/DSC04942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/SLSCfk4XzNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/V6nMJ_I0RYU/s320/DSC04942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238955745526402258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/SLSB8I88RYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YMcPxry16qo/s1600-h/DSC04936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/SLSB8I88RYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YMcPxry16qo/s320/DSC04936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238955136733955458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/SLSBv_QwU2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/5-eRYkW-ZZE/s1600-h/DSC04972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/SLSBv_QwU2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/5-eRYkW-ZZE/s320/DSC04972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238954927974273890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With roads like this on today's ride, I thought often of my friend Sean, who used to go find these roads on purpose. I think he's still doing it in California. He just had a baby boy (congrats!), but I'm sure he's already thinking about where he's going to go riding with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My route took me into Colombia County, NY. The weather was perfect - cool for August - and the roads excellent. I had not done a nice ride like this for a while, and I am also not used to taking pictures while riding on my home roads! One gets spoiled riding in Europe, but there are nice roads to be had out here, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19591175-2599470271595987695?l=marclanoue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/2599470271595987695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/2599470271595987695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-ride.html' title='An August Ride'/><author><name>webmaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/SLSCfk4XzNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/V6nMJ_I0RYU/s72-c/DSC04942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19591175.post-3839746357417927959</id><published>2007-10-23T17:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:23:31.468Z</updated><title type='text'>Sandwich on the Summit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/Rx4tqRYVAvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hz36AcJiR6s/s1600-h/IMG_1159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/Rx4tqRYVAvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hz36AcJiR6s/s320/IMG_1159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124583630237401842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently hiked up to the Point de Gallopaz, near my place in Chambery. I got a bit hungry, hence the sandwich. Note the Cyborg Glasses. You really can find nice things in Italy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19591175-3839746357417927959?l=marclanoue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/3839746357417927959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/3839746357417927959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/2007/10/sandwich-on-summit.html' title='Sandwich on the Summit'/><author><name>webmaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/Rx4tqRYVAvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hz36AcJiR6s/s72-c/IMG_1159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19591175.post-7001510864340727972</id><published>2007-09-14T11:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-14T11:29:17.927Z</updated><title type='text'>Not Your Everyday Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/Rupv5hXbzwI/AAAAAAAAADE/pNxUcxXemcU/s1600-h/DSC04436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/Rupv5hXbzwI/AAAAAAAAADE/pNxUcxXemcU/s320/DSC04436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110019761205137154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RupvXhXbzvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rqG5Snf9IuM/s1600-h/DSC04430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RupvXhXbzvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rqG5Snf9IuM/s320/DSC04430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110019177089584882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are times when the shiny panes of everyday life shatter. This ride was one such time. My friend David and I ride 170km with 3000m of climbing over the Col d'Iseran and the Cormet de Roseland in Savoie, France. There are bigger rides and there are tougher rides...but just riding over two of the most beautiful cols in the Alps on a mythically beautiful day speaks for itself. Thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19591175-7001510864340727972?l=marclanoue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/7001510864340727972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/7001510864340727972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/2007/09/not-your-everyday-ride.html' title='Not Your Everyday Ride'/><author><name>webmaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/Rupv5hXbzwI/AAAAAAAAADE/pNxUcxXemcU/s72-c/DSC04436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19591175.post-8458826545415489661</id><published>2007-09-11T17:38:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:03:41.449+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding behind my house...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RubURxcL1OI/AAAAAAAAACs/bLTUBsKz0xA/s1600-h/DSC04373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RubURxcL1OI/AAAAAAAAACs/bLTUBsKz0xA/s320/DSC04373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109004229092824290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is Chambery in the background. Epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RubTQBcL1NI/AAAAAAAAACk/Z8CYhFwpfL0/s1600-h/DSC04346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RubTQBcL1NI/AAAAAAAAACk/Z8CYhFwpfL0/s320/DSC04346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109003099516425426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me, and that is the rock face on the upper slopes of the Col du Coq (no laughing...) that takes off from the Gresivaudan Valley up to the Chartreuse. My friend David and I went for a little five hour spin in the hills, with three pretty good cols in there. I've not been riding a whole lot, but when I do, I seem to get form quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unseasonably cool today. Not sure what to attribute it too, but considering I freeze in the cold, I wish it were a bit warmer. David and I hadn't been on a such a ride in a while, and it was a nice re-introduction back into things. The riding in Chambery is epic. I still consider it the best all around riding I've ever done anywhere in the world. There are more exotic places, places with higher roads, but no other place matches the variety of roads along with a good climate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to more of this in the fall. By this, I mean the photos above. Thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19591175-8458826545415489661?l=marclanoue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/8458826545415489661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/8458826545415489661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/2007/09/human-cycology.html' title='Riding behind my house...'/><author><name>webmaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RubURxcL1OI/AAAAAAAAACs/bLTUBsKz0xA/s72-c/DSC04373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19591175.post-992819685016761348</id><published>2007-05-28T22:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:34:52.969Z</updated><title type='text'>Dreamy Savoie</title><content type='html'>The place I call home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RltYqaobPfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sWZ-z_MkVMY/s1600-h/DSC03343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RltYqaobPfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sWZ-z_MkVMY/s320/DSC03343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069743291262254578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...is Chambéry, France.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19591175-992819685016761348?l=marclanoue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/992819685016761348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/992819685016761348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/2007/05/dreamy-savoie.html' title='Dreamy Savoie'/><author><name>webmaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RltYqaobPfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sWZ-z_MkVMY/s72-c/DSC03343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19591175.post-2840651609642837368</id><published>2007-05-28T22:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:15:47.115Z</updated><title type='text'>Checking In...</title><content type='html'>Flashback...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RltUSqobPeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WOlEEShAph4/s1600-h/Day+6+Gorges+du+Loup+071ALT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RltUSqobPeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WOlEEShAph4/s320/Day+6+Gorges+du+Loup+071ALT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069738485193850338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was taken a couple of months ago on a bike trip to Nice, in Southern France. I was riding along the beach back to the apartment after a nice long ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19591175-2840651609642837368?l=marclanoue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/2840651609642837368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/2840651609642837368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/2007/05/checking-in.html' title='Checking In...'/><author><name>webmaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RltUSqobPeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WOlEEShAph4/s72-c/Day+6+Gorges+du+Loup+071ALT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19591175.post-4918429421080145596</id><published>2007-01-20T20:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-29T11:28:02.491Z</updated><title type='text'>Book Learnin' : Alain de Botton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Architecture of Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suspicion of architecture may in the end be said to centre around the modesty of the claims that can realistically be made on its behalf. Reverence for beautiful buildings does not seem a high ambition on which to pin our hopes for happiness, at least when compared with the results we might associate with untying a scientific knot or falling in love, amassing a fortune or initiating a revolution. To care deeply about a field that achieves so little, and yet consumes so many of our resources, forces us to admit to a disturbing, even degrading lack of aspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In its ineffectiveness, architecture shares in the bathos of gardening: an interest in door handles or ceiling mouldings can seem no less worthy of mockery than a concern for the progress of rose or lavender bushes. It is forgivable to conclude that there must be grander causes to which human beings might devote themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after coming up against some of the sterner setbacks which bedevil emotional and political life, we may well arrive at a more charitable assessment of the significance of beauty - of islands of perfection, in which we can find an echo of an ideal which we once hoped to lay a permanent claim to. Life may have to show itself to us in some of its authentically tragic colours before we can begin to grow properly visually responsive to its subtler offerings, whether it be in the form of a tapestry or a Corinthian column, a slate tile or a lamp. It tends not to be young couples in love who stop to admire a weathered brick wall or the descent of a banister towards a hallway, a disregard for such circumscribed beauty being a corollary of an optimistic belief in the possibility of attaining a more visceral, definitive variety of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may need to have made an indelible mark on our lives, to have married the wrong person, pursued an &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unfulfilling&lt;/span&gt; career into middle age or lost a loved one before architecture can begin to have any perceptible impact on us, for when we speak of being 'moved' by a building, we allude to a bitter-sweet feeling of contrast between the nobler qualities written into a structure and the sadder wider reality within which we know them to exist. A lump rises in our throat at the sight of beauty from an implicit knowledge that the happiness it hints at is the exception."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19591175-4918429421080145596?l=marclanoue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/4918429421080145596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/4918429421080145596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/2007/01/book-learnin-alain-de-botton.html' title='Book Learnin&apos; : Alain de Botton'/><author><name>webmaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19591175.post-1047340915186878953</id><published>2007-01-20T16:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-20T16:23:41.093Z</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Killer Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RbJB2vvd5XI/AAAAAAAAABg/bZe2smxHw18/s1600-h/DSC03306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RbJB2vvd5XI/AAAAAAAAABg/bZe2smxHw18/s320/DSC03306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022148943255823730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gabe del Rossi, showing signs of fatigue. Could it be the ride or Marc's endless rants that are having this effect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RbJBc_vd5WI/AAAAAAAAABY/slCRVhrZRvI/s1600-h/DSC03307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RbJBc_vd5WI/AAAAAAAAABY/slCRVhrZRvI/s320/DSC03307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022148500874192226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did a nice 4 hour ride with Gabe del Rossi through the Avant Pays de Savoie. It didn't start off too well, though, as I ate some serious wood on a slippery bridge halfway out the bike path on the north side of town. It's a path I've taken many times before, only this time it was slicker than I have ever known. Now, I am not one who lays it down much, but this time I was sure happy to be travelling at a slow enough speed to be okay. But man, I ate it pretty well, and good ol' Gabe was there to take the piss out of me when it was clear that both I and my bike were okay. After that, it was pretty smooth sailing. Check out the pics for a firsthand view!!!!  The reason I am not in any of them is because I am the one always taking the pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19591175-1047340915186878953?l=marclanoue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/1047340915186878953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/1047340915186878953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/2007/01/attack-of-killer-bridge.html' title='Attack of the Killer Bridge'/><author><name>webmaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RbJB2vvd5XI/AAAAAAAAABg/bZe2smxHw18/s72-c/DSC03306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19591175.post-6755556085269246322</id><published>2007-01-19T10:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-19T10:18:43.152Z</updated><title type='text'>Col du Granier, January 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RbCa0vvd5VI/AAAAAAAAABM/lbEs9_voZjc/s1600-h/DSC03468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RbCaNfvd5UI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qzv-jDeVy8k/s320/DSC03514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021683141167670594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and I in the Chartreuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RbCZMfvd5TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Wqkg4ndvOpo/s1600-h/DSC03206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RbCZMfvd5TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Wqkg4ndvOpo/s320/DSC03206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021682024476173618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gabriele Del Rossi and Helen Lanoue in the Chartreuse, nearing the Col de Cluses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19591175-1553981072395919870?l=marclanoue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/1553981072395919870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/1553981072395919870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/2007/01/pics-from-training-this-winter.html' title='Pics from Training this Winter'/><author><name>webmaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RbCaNfvd5UI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qzv-jDeVy8k/s72-c/DSC03514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19591175.post-7987312151928710285</id><published>2007-01-06T11:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T11:30:06.751Z</updated><title type='text'>Authorization...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RZ-IHZOhrzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/v7KCrUGAq2U/s1600-h/ALT34279789-O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RZ-IHZOhrzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/v7KCrUGAq2U/s320/ALT34279789-O.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016878170526297906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your Author on the Mt. Ventoux in 2005.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19591175-7987312151928710285?l=marclanoue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/7987312151928710285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/7987312151928710285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/2007/01/authorization.html' title='Authorization...'/><author><name>webmaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RZ-IHZOhrzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/v7KCrUGAq2U/s72-c/ALT34279789-O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19591175.post-1024401602446892706</id><published>2007-01-06T11:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T11:22:01.193Z</updated><title type='text'>Bike Washin'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RZ-GAJOhrxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FzjGCnyxUmU/s1600-h/DSC02980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RZ-GAJOhrxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FzjGCnyxUmU/s320/DSC02980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016875846948990738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my friend Gabe, giving his bike a little wash in my building. That Pegoretti is like his child. On the ground you can see our washing utensils. That old bike in the picture is my car. I use it to get around town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19591175-1024401602446892706?l=marclanoue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/1024401602446892706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/1024401602446892706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/2007/01/bike-washin.html' title='Bike Washin&apos;...'/><author><name>webmaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/RZ-GAJOhrxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FzjGCnyxUmU/s72-c/DSC02980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19591175.post-5449680028001162679</id><published>2007-01-01T21:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T06:52:47.846Z</updated><title type='text'>THE DAILY WISDOM - New Year's 2007 Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;"It is not enough to be busy; so are the ants. The question is: What are we busy about?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;-Henry David Thoreau&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19591175-5449680028001162679?l=marclanoue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/5449680028001162679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/5449680028001162679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/2007/01/daily-wisdom-new-years-2007-edition.html' title='THE DAILY WISDOM - New Year&apos;s 2007 Edition'/><author><name>webmaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19591175.post-5171893216044513128</id><published>2006-12-31T07:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-31T07:40:21.290Z</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Fun</title><content type='html'>This is the first Holiday season that I've spent in Europe in 28 years on the planet. I may be getting old (Gabe says I can now &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;count&lt;/span&gt; myself among the 'almost 30 somethings'), and the earth may be getting tired, but are both still trucking along enough to know that the best possible use of my time these days is cycling on it while the air is still breathable and the climate still &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;livable&lt;/span&gt;. Recently, a high pressure weather system has camped out over the Rhone Alps, making &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chambéry&lt;/span&gt; a sunny and pleasant place to ride over the past week. We've done a three hour ride almost every day possible, with today being the first where I woke up to wet roads. Perhaps no biking today, but we are here still &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; waiting and praying for snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those getting ready to celebrate the New Year in style, I wish I could say something earth-shatteringly meaningful. For now I'll just wish everyone a healthy and happy 2007, and hopefully you'll take it on a bicycle. If not, then a good new year's resolution might be to head to the nearest bike shop and pick up a new one. Now that's a resolution we can live with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19591175-5171893216044513128?l=marclanoue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/5171893216044513128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/5171893216044513128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday-fun.html' title='Holiday Fun'/><author><name>webmaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19591175.post-115765108486284169</id><published>2006-09-07T17:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:44:04.779+01:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Hour Delights!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/SLSHLqOwNWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iyaRR7c5XNM/s1600-h/DSC02163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/SLSHLqOwNWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iyaRR7c5XNM/s320/DSC02163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238960900923209058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/SLSG-ebdPkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/o1h18lVBlxk/s1600-h/DSC02209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/SLSG-ebdPkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/o1h18lVBlxk/s320/DSC02209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238960674416967234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/SLSGv2RK_1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/uo0vcIe-8i8/s1600-h/DSC02171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/SLSGv2RK_1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/uo0vcIe-8i8/s320/DSC02171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238960423118241618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately the weather here in the Alps has been untouchable. Warm, sunny, and just right. This week I went for two 7 hour bike rides with some shorter rides mixed in. Yesterday, my friend Davide and I went for a ride over the Col du Galibier and the Col de Sarenne. The Galibier happens to be one of the longest climbs in Europe and the Sarenne is quite steep the entire way. People always speak about 'Alpe D'Huez' when the truth is that the col on the other side is probably twice as hard! I was able to keep a good rhythm on the way up, and even pass a nice couple on a Harley with an american flag on the back...quite happy with myself considering I am not racing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the week I tackled the Joux Plane followed by a near five hour ride across the Aravis and Bauges mountains to Chambery, three cols included. The Joux Plane is tough. I could easily understand why one would want a little extra bit of Landis' juice running in the system! A little? Heck, a lot! I rode the whole thing in the 39/24 with sections in the 27. Granted, I am not super fit at the moment, but it's a good climb to remind you to keep biking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19591175-115765108486284169?l=marclanoue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/115765108486284169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19591175/posts/default/115765108486284169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marclanoue.blogspot.com/2006/09/7-hour-delights.html' title='7 Hour Delights!'/><author><name>webmaster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jhDi7yRu4ao/SLSHLqOwNWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iyaRR7c5XNM/s72-c/DSC02163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
