Summer Wishlist

We’ve all been told that if you write down your goals you will be more likely to complete them. In that spirit I’m going to write down my goals for 2016 (some already completed). This will be a wish list. Not all of these things will happen, but I intend to work toward these goals.20160506_120032 Read More

Part of why I love my riding club so much is their eagerness to give back to the community. Between donating to charity as a group, organizing charity events, and escorting charity rides, I’d like to think we do a good job. There is one venue, however, that I think is more impactful than all of the others. It’s also the hardest to orchestrate: Skills days. Read More

On Consequence

I was 23 years old when I first saw someone die. He had been riding a motorcycle in the opposite direction I had been riding on Highway 522 in Woodinville, behaving much the same as I had. Riding fast, doing the occasional wheelie, etc. The difference was that he lost control, hit a guardrail and fell 20 feet onto a rocky median. The force of the accident had torn his shoes from his feet. His red CBR finally came to rest almost a quarter mile down the highway. I saw people surrounding someone on the side of the road and, being trained by Boy Scouts to help any time I could, I stopped. I remember standing 20 feet from this person so remarkably similar to myself, unable to bring myself to face the reality that he was dying until another Good Samaritan told me he didn’t think the guy was going to live long enough for the paramedics to show up. Read More

My Road to Road Racing

Since I was 20 years old and saw my first road race I knew I wanted to go racing. In 2014 at 28 I got the opportunity. After scrimping and saving for months on end, I bought race bike from my buddy Keegan. It had been his old race bike and as we’re friends he let me buy it for a screaming deal. Knowing that he wouldn’t intentionally sell me a lemon, and that I’d be able to pick his brain about the bike at pretty much any time of the day going forward, I leapt at the deal.1487700_10153591993895416_1461220220_o.jpg Read More

Jordancarcolby Pt 7

After a much needed night of sleep we opted to raid a nearby McDonald’s for breakfast and coffee, then go for a hike. There are apparently trailheads everywhere surrounding Bozeman, so we chose a manageable one to preserve our energy for later in the day and headed out. Read More

Jordancarcolby Pt 5

Our fifth morning was understood to be a working morning. We had to drive from Fort Collins, CO, to Badlands National Park in Wall, SD. Since we wanted to get out of Colorado as quickly as possible and fit in as many states as we could into our trip we also planned to go through Nebraska. For being a “work” day, it was surprisingly full of fun and notable experiences. It was also a 40 hour day, but more on that later. Read More

Jordancarcolby Pt 4

Waking up on day 4, I was a cold, cranky mess. It was 32 degrees and I was slightly hung over. It wasn’t a good start. I countered this by breaking camp in the way Boy Scouts taught us: quickly, efficiently, and with little regard for how well I could feel my fingers. Jordan, being the hero that he is, had started jetboiling the blackest coffee on earth for us to consume. Read More

Jordancarcolby Pt. 3

The third morning of our trip proved that we were in a vicious cycle of searching for coffee while hung over. Naples, Utah is exactly what you expect, minus the overt mormonism. It’s a western town that looks as such. It’s got a touristy hotel with dinosaur statues as well as a statue of a Huey Cobra for some reason. In short: it’s an average middle American small city. It also happens to be adjacent to Jensen, Utah, and Dinosaur National Monument. Read More