Professors

I have a few fun professors:

Bro. Stott is not a teacher at all. He is the head of the BYU police dept. I guess they were a little short on religion professors. I was wondering how things would turn out, but so far, it has been one of my best classes. It's very insightful, and we hear great stories about his undercover drug bustin' ops in the 70s.

Dr. Holland is the son of Jeffery R. Holland. He teaches my american heritage class. My favorite part is his choice of materials. We've see clips of monty python, the simpsons, and other quality teaching aides.

Prof. Kelling is the funniest old german man I know (and I know my fair share of old german men). He also wrote my textbook. that's pretty cool.

The Iron Butt 100

A couple of weeks ago a friend here told me about a century ride in Heber. I've always wanted to do a hundred mile ride, so I decided to go for it. He ended up not being able to come, so it was just me and my camera:

The drive up there

Lots of open road.

All this riding makes a man hungry.

Mile 72- Delirium starts to set in.

Reason #14 real cyclists shave their legs: You dont get bugs stuck in your leg hairs.

The finish line was a little anticlimactic

We weren't speeding. We were qualifying.

Saturday we had a time trial to see who would go up to the big BYU-Utah race on the 20th. It was a 4.5 mile climb up to Squaw Peak. Amazingly, all five of us qualified for the 10 man team. Hopefully some more will come out before the real race. It was fun, but what was even more fun was the 4.5 mile descent with plenty of hairpin turns and eye-watering speeds. Provo is such a great place to ride.
Hmmm. I look a little out of place.

Mansion

There was a little get together the other night to get to know people in the BYU 16th ward. It was at someones house that someone in the bishopric knows. I wish I had some pictures. It was a nice looking house from the outside. There was a sign saying to go around the side of the house, enter some door and go down the stairs. We did just that, and started wondering when the stairs just went down, and down, and down. Finally, they ended and we turned the corner to find a full basketball court, a full racquetball court, and a gym. Up some other stairs (but still very much underground) was a dining area with glass lookouts over the courts, a couple pinball machines, a skeet ball machine, and a theater that seated 15 or 20. Uh, it was a pretty nice place.

My New Steed

I've had a good few years with my last bike, but the last few months, I've been looking for an upgrade. I finally found a guy who was selling his old one which was pretty much just what I wanted. I've taken it out on a few trips, and it's amazing. Here she is: