Bull and Son: A Story of Slowing Down and Enjoying Life

Sometime when I was a junior in high school, I was at an airport with my mom, dad, and Himar, the foreign exchange student who stayed with us that academic year. It was getting close to boarding time, and Himar and I were both almost jumping up and down with excitement.

“They’re boarding, they’re boarding! We need to get in line!” both of us exclaimed.

My father told us to come over and sit down, and that he had a story to tell us. Once we were seated, after some resistance of course, he began the story.

“One day there was a bull and his son standing on top of a hill, looking down on a valley of about a hundred grazing cows. The bull calf was so excited by this sight, that it was jumping up and down ecstatically barely containing itself. He turned to his father and shouted, ‘DAD! DAD! Let’s run down there and f*** one of those cows!’

“After a brief pause, the bull slowly turned his head toward his young son, looked him in the eye and said, ‘No son. Let’s walk down there. And f*** ’em all.'”

This story has come to mind time and time again over the 24 years since I’ve heard it. It constantly reminds me that there really isn’t anything to get all worked up about.

As the world rushes by, getting itself in a bigger and bigger damned hurry, just let it. Slow down, and enjoy life slowly and methodically, while others frantically and foolishly race themselves toward the finish.


Featured Photo of this post was found at ResearchGate and is titled “A Charollais bull and calf” (courtesy of Darren Todd, SRUC) .


Ragbrai Over the Years

The Big Question, and the Great Answer!

Next week, I will begin what will hope to be my seventh full Ragbrai experience. Before I hit the road, I thought it would be fun to look back at some of the fun times we’ve had over the years.


Our first Ragbrai in 2009 went from Council Bluffs to Burlington, IA with overnight stops in Indianola and Ottumwa. At a distance of 442 miles and a total of 22,806 feet of climb, it was the hilliest Ragbrai that we’ve ever experienced.  Our second and third day ever of having ridden Ragbrai had us climb 5096 feet and then 4470 feet. The hilliest and third hilliest days of Ragbrai we have ever done.

It was the year Erin and I became engaged, as I put together a big engagement party at my mother’s place it Ottumwa. See the opening picture.

It is hard to describe now the awe that I felt on the first morning as we took off from Council Bluffs. We had just taken down a soaking wet camp (from dew) and there was a pretty thick fog.  I was mesmerized by the number of bicycles all around me.

The fog hasn’t quite lifted

Mike and Cara Corey, and Cara’s dad Ron on our way to Ottumwa (to surprise Erin)

Newly engaged, we celebrate with Cory and Jake in Ottumwa

It was just Erin, myself and Dad that rode the whole distance in 2009.


Our second Ragbrai ride was the the second longest clocking in at 451 miles total (the patch says 442, which is inaccurate).  This was the year I kept a journal. On Friday evening before we got on our charter with Lake Country Cyclists, a tornado went right by dad’s place in Indianola. He witnessed it coming directly at his house, but it turned and they missed the damage. Having missed his house, he was able to still go on Ragbrai.

Missouri Dip in Sioux City, IA

Lonnie joined our small crew for the 2nd year. Erin and I thought it would be fun to wear the same shirts the entire week. Here you see us wearing the Novinger Coal Miner Days 5K shirt. We were big into races back then.

In Storm Lake at the end of Day 1

In Algona at the end of Day 2

In Clear Lake at the end of Day 3

On the campus of Hawkeye Community College in Waterloo, end of Day 5

One of the highlights of the week for me was swinging from this amazing rope swing. Not too long after I had left, someone went off nude and they had to shut the whole thing down. They had it roped off, were charging $5 to get in, and then you had to sign a waiver. 

The 2010 Ragbrai was also the one that contained Potter Hill. It was brutal, as only a small percentage of riders could make it to the top without walking their bikes. From what I understand, walking your bike up the hill was tough enough.

I was very proud of having climbed that hill. 

We finished in Dubuque for another fantastic year. It was the year of my favorite jersey, which I still have and will wear this year.  

Lonnie almost matches.


At 450 miles, 2011 was the third longest ride I have done (although it may as well be tied for 2nd since 2010 was 451) and the second hilliest at 20197 feet of climb. The first two days were brutal, climbing 4298 from Glenwood to Atlantic, and then 4719 from Atlantic to Carroll.  These two days were the 2nd and 4th hilliest days of Ragbrai that I have ever done.

Erin took a break from Ragbrai in 2011, and would continue the streak until her return in 2014, as she was putting a lot of focus on her dissertation.

Jason, Ralph, Lonnie, Chuck, Don, Larry, Bitz

Prior to Ragbrai 2011, I created several ideas for a video that I would create. This script was more detailed than my entire journal of Ragbrai itself. The videos I took were only during the first two days. Apparently, I gave up on the idea.

So, instead of any decent photos, I have a bunch of crummy videos that could not be used for anything.

One of only four photos taken during 2011. 


Setting off on the 2012 Ragbrai together: Jason, Mike, Lonnie, Ralph, Chuck, Don, Bitz, Larry (not pictured: John)

There were nine of us that started the longest (at 471 miles) and hottest of all of my Ragbrai rides, and only four of us that finished. The heat took out three, and a storm in Marshalltown the last two. It was myself, Don, Larry, and John that made it the whole way. Turns out Don and Larry are the oldest of this crew, too. They are rock stars. 

Opposite of 2011, I captured both videos and pictures and had a much better plan in place of creating a big video.  I also journaled a lot more and wrote down some very good advice for my future self: 
  • Do not bring reading material. You will not read it.
  • Do not bring MP3 player & headphones. You will not listen to music during the week unless it is on stage. 
  • Get pedals and shoes that are more Ragbrai friendly (which I have sense done). 
  • Pack a laundry bag. 
  • Pack things in watertight bags.
  • Sweats and hoodie for air conditioned places and cooler evenings. 
  • A small bit of laundry detergent for hand washing clothes. 
  • You do not need a tripod or selfie stick. There are several thousand people all around you willing to take your picture.
  • Do not use a front bike bag. You do not use it. Get a mount for your phone. (Front bag is gone now, and a mount for my phone is in place!)
  • Do not pay for tent service. Putting your tent up is not that big a deal. This saves money and gives you more freedom to pick a spot. 
  • Bring clothes pins, hammer, Swiss Army knife, and zip ties. (I forgot clothes pins on B.A.K. but not on Ragbrai this year!)
  • Look into creating a team or joining a team. I like The Motivators. This team should consist of individuals who can coach & encourage others having difficulty while conquering hills/weather/fatigue etc. 
I had forgotten about the last piece of advice. The idea came from encouraging people up hills and coming up with a speech in hindsight that I could have delivered to my dad and Lonnie on the fifth day after a storm took down their tent and soaked all their stuff. It would have motivated them to keep going. Someday, I will bring this idea to fruition. 
Here was the highly unedited and way too long video I put together of 2012.  I’ve learned my lesson on keeping videos like these under 5 minutes, and preferably, under 3. 
My 20th blog post ever happened to be about Ragbrai 2012! I’m not sure why I didn’t post any pictures.


“Rabrai is over and it was the best ever. I suppose I only have four others for reference, but it was pretty awesome. I’m sitting here relaxing and listening to Radiohead when I should be blogging about this instead.”  – Tuesday, July 30, 2013 Journal Entry

Dad, a fellow Lake Country Cyclist, Lonnie

Ragbrai 2013 was unique to the previous years, as my core group shrunk down to just Dad, Lonnie, and me riding with Lake Country Cyclists. Don and Larry were still on the ride, but they were with a different outfit. My friend Jonathan and his sister Becca were biking it, too, with my friend Sarah (Jonathan’s wife) as their driver.

My Karras Loop patch with John Karras himself. 

Here I am with some goats. Because why not? It’s Ragbrail

When I look through the pictures of Ragbrai 2013, I took a LOT of selfies. Many of them included a picture of me in front of each pass-through-town’s sign. I’m not sure why I thought that would be a good idea. We all live and learn.

Outlaw, Chops, Scrappy, and Stilts

Don and Larry!

Ragbrai went through Des Moines in 2013. I hung out at the craft beer tent in downtown Des Moines for hours with friends Cory and Simpson. Although they had ridden that day, I couldn’t wait long enough in any of the towns for them. They simply could not catch up.

I had an extremely brief paragraph and four other pictures of Ragbrai 2013 in my blog post, My Busy Summer.   One of those pictures includes Cory.

Simpson and I riding together from Des Moines to Knoxville
Here we are in Fairfield after some Indian Food.

I recall walking up to the square in Fairfield, IA and almost passing out from low blood sugar. I began sweating profusely, and went into a gas station really quick to down some sugar in the form of soda and cookies (I think). It gave Jonathan, Sarah, and Becca a little scare, but it soon passed. 

By the time we got done with the Indian Food Buffet downtown, we had forgotten about it. Not really. 

A fifth Ragbrai conquered. 


Chops and I with chops
I was able to blog about Ragbrai 2012 much more extensively!  However, there are definitely elements missing from that blog. Take these videos of Jonathan for example, where he plays Taps at three different campgrounds. Try and follow me here… Chops with chops showing off his chops.

Jason and Erin on Ragbrai again!

My fifth century ride on Ragbrai (I skipped it in 2009). 

Wonder what I was doing in there? 

Chops being a good guy and riding with me on the day after my concussion.

We’re close enough to done for a finish photo. What’s the matter, Chops? Bike a bit heavy?
Dennis, our driver, made Ragbrai 2016 the actual best Ragbrai I have experienced. It will be hard to top this. 


Left to Right: Jason, Ted, Erin, Alyce, Dale, Cory, Sharon, Mike, Dave, Jonathan, Juan
Our move to Topeka hindered us from doing Ragbrai 2015.  Even for Ragbrai 2016, we did not fully commit, but only went for the Thursday and Friday rides of the week.  
Cory, Simpson, and Juan rode Wednesday from Leon to Centerville and camped there for the evening. Mom took Ted, Jonathan, Erin, and me over to Centerville to join them Thursday morning. While Jonathan, Ted, and Erin beat us all to Ottumwa, I rode with Cory, Simpson, and Juan almost the entire day. 
Here we are on the ride from Centerville to Ottumwa. Bloodys!!!!

Before Erin took off for Ottumwa ahead of us, we all had some Turkey Toms to pass around.

As Mike pays attention to whatever is being said, Cory is distracted from the inflammation in his taint. 

Two miles from home, we’re all taking a necessary break at the Iowa Craft Beer Tent

Around the corner from the Iowa Craft Beer Tent, I threw my shoulder out of socket on a slip in side. This had just happened during my first softball game in two years just two weeks prior. I tried to coach people to get it back into place, but to no avail. Instead, I instructed someone to go up to the roadside and ask for a doctor. 

Within 10 seconds a doctor pulled down the driveway exclaiming, “I’m a doctor. BUT. I’m a drunk doctor.”  
Once we explained that it was just a shoulder out of place, he said that wouldn’t be a problem. A few instructions later, it was back into place. The crowd that had accumulated cheered. Someone else has the picture of the doctor and me. 
I was very skeptical of my ability to ride with Erin, Ted, and Jonathan the next day (Friday) from Ottumwa to Washington.  Ultimately, I decided to ride the first few miles and turn around if my shoulder hurt too much. Turns out, the shoulder felt better by leaning on handlebars. And to think, I was really close to calling it quits. 
It was tough, but Chops and Outlaw were Day 6 Champions. The sign was just for us. 

Always stop for the Iowa Craft Beer Tent!

Ted is well rested here. He had a long nap waiting for our arrival. 

I convinced these guys to go much slower and enjoy the ride on Friday. That we did. When we arrived in Washington behind Erin at the Hy-Vee, we purchased a 4-pack of Tallgrass Top Rope IPA and drank them in the parking lot while we waited for Mom to come get us from Ottumwa. She was such a big help. 


So… Ragbrai is next week. This year, Juan and I will be the only ones riding the whole week. Erin, Cory, and Mindy will be joining us Thursday and Friday so they can experience Decorah. Mom is planning on taking their camper up to Decorah on Sunday and staying the entire week. 
I’ll report back on how it goes. 


Is what you do on a daily basis meaningful to you?  

Yesterday, Erin asked me to mow the lawn. It was the first time that we mowed this year so you can imagine how overgrown it was (we live in Kansas).  As I was mowing, I remember thinking these several thoughts: 
  • Wow, our lawn looks really shitty!
  • As shitty as our lawn looks, I really don’t give a shit. 
  • I don’t find meaningfulness in giving a shit about my lawn. 
  • I wish I had rocks for a lawn so I wouldn’t have to mow and I could get back to doing things that are more meaningful to me. 
  • How does the guy with the immaculate lawn across the street find any kind of meaningfulness in giving a shit about his lawn?
I admit, the last takes am unnecessary jab at people who care for their lawns, which is completely fine. People find meaningfulness in different places. 
Others would ask the same question about some of the things I find meaningful:
  • Brewing my own beer.
  • Roasting my own coffee. Every. Single. Week. 
  • Studying for the MLC Exam (If I pass this exam, it will not qualify me for a promotion in my current position. It gets me closer to a certification that will also not qualify me for a promotion in my current position.) 
  • Reading incessantly. 
  • Getting rid of shit.
  • Going for a hike.
  • Riding my bike.
  • Running. 
  • Journaling (who’s going to read these in the future and give any kind of shit about them if they survive entropy or the Trump administration?)
  • Writing in this blog. 
These things are meaningful to me. Meaningful. This word has been floating around in my mind a lot. I let it dominate. Trying to figure out why things are meaningful will bring on the unnecessary ponderings of whether I’m having fun or am happy. To that, I will defer to Matt Inman’s “How to be perfectly unhappy.

Spring Break 2017

View of Taos and Taos Pueblo from the Devisadero Loop Trail

On the Saturday morning following Saint Patrick’s Day in 2017, Erin and I started our Spring Break. We had lunch with Erin’s brother Nathan in Colby, KS, and spent a little time with him before leaving for Fort Collins.

Jody and Erica greeted us in Fort Collins at their new digs. We stayed in that night, had a fire in a fire pit they designed and built out of a washer drum, and played darts until late.  Sunday funday, we celebrated the 22nd birthday of Damon (Erica’s son) by painting the town in this order:

  1. Bloody Marys and Brunch at Blind Pig Pub
  2. German Beer Tasting at Prost Tasting Room.
  3. Whisky Tasting at Feisty Spirits Distillery.
  4. A beer, a short nap, and several push-ups at New Belgium
  5. Scrumpy’s Hard Cider Bar & Pub for some cider and a snack.
  6. Social for cocktails and small plates. 
  7. Drinks and dinner at The Mayor of Old Town

Social is a speakeasy in Fort Collins with a very cool ambiance, amazing cocktails, and delicious small plates.

On Monday morning, we ate breakfast at Jody’s and drove to Lee Martinez Park where we both ran on the beautiful Poudre Trail.  That worked up an appetite for lunch, so we ate at the Colorado Room

Before skipping town we had to make a final stop at The Welsh Rabbit to get some cheeses and meats for the road and to share. The only problem with stopping there was that the bean to bar place, Nuance Chocolate, was right next door.  There was some chocolate tasting and purchasing, as well as a Theo brew and coffee blend that I took for the road. Yummy. 
We drove to WeeCasa in Lyons, CO. I didn’t realize that Lyons is where the original Oscar Blues Brewery was founded. We had food and drinks there, and a last drink at the Lyons Fork which is where we probably should have had dinner.  Mike, who had an adorable Burmese Mountain dog named Brohdi, gave us a hiking recommendation and $2. He wanted us to bring him an iced coffee in the morning. That didn’t happen. 
On the Button Rock Trail. Frank Price Resovoir in background. 
The hike did, however, and it was gorgeous. It was almost a 5 mile hike, and we had to pick up the pace at the end. That evening, we arrived in Taos, NM and enjoyed some corned beef and cabbage for a late St. Patrick’s Day meal, and a fire in the chiminea. 
Joseph took me hiking on the Devisadero Trail Wednesday morning, which was an out and back hike of about 5 miles.  

Devisadero Trail Hike
All of us took a pretty drive to Vivac winery later for a tasting. 
On Thursday morning, Erin joined us for a hike down into the Rio Grande Gorge along the La Vista Verde.  There were several bighorn sheep spotted. 
The view at the end of La Vista Verde
How many Bighorn Sheep can you count?
That evening, it began to snow! This was good news, as I planned a ski day to the Taos Ski Valley on Friday. We went to the Love Apple for dinner and snapped a selfie before our consumption of wine and delicious food. 
The snow is really coming down! 

On Friday, I drove to Arroyo Seco, almost half way to the ski valley, to find out that there were road closures and power outages, and that the ski valley was closed. This was a big bummer. I really had looked forward to this! Instead, we enjoyed the Taos Plaza.  

Since I didn’t get to ski Friday and the Taos Ski Valley had regained power and opened back up by that evening, we rearranged our plans so that instead of leaving Saturday morning, I would get a half day of skiing in and leave in the afternoon. This would mean a stop overnight before getting to Topeka, but it was worth it. 
Saturday morning, I hit the slopes. 
I took both of these routes at some point during the day. 

Skiing gives you the best views. 

Thanks to Jody & Erica, and Joseph & Trish, we enjoyed almost the entire trip without having to pay for lodging. 

We got into Hays, KS that night around 10:30 pm.  There was a lot of wildlife in eastern Colorado and western Kansas. We saw many wild horses, elk, antelope and deer, and our driver’s side rear view mirror was smashed by a pheasant.
On our way home Sunday morning, we decided to stop in Lindsborg, KS, which has a big Swedish influence. I like all things Scandinavian, so it has been on the to-do list for a while.  After a coffee at the White Peacock, we had lunch at Farley’s Bar and Grill. We stopped by Hemslojd for some postcards and then took a drive up to Coronado Heights before heading home.  
Erin and I at the Hemslojd, Inc in Lindsborg, KS

Erin & Pleepleus hanging out at Coronado Heights
It has been a fantastic Spring Break, but it is great to finally be home with the kitties! 

Double Standard

This year in my basic statistics classes, after I give the announcements I begin class by giving them two pieces of information.

  • Something interesting about myself.
  • The number of the day.
The purpose of the first is so that the barrier between professor and student can be breached. Getting to know me as someone that has a life outside of work and does things that are fun and interesting can help build a connection with students that I never had.  Today, I went to the skeletons in the closet, and informed them of something I’m not proud of for the purpose of showing them I’m human and I can overcome difficult times. 
Today’s “Did You Know” segment of the two times in my life, one at age 18 and one at age 23, when I spent a night behind bars.  I didn’t go into specifics, but I could tell they did find this information very intriguing. 
The number of the day was 50, which is a percentage of Americans who answer NO when asked, “When people claim to be Muslim and commit acts of violence in the name of Islam, do you really believe they are Muslim, or not?”  This came from the Public Religion Research Institute and was included in their article, “Americans’ Double Standard on Religious Violence.” 
The double standard becomes apparent when you ask Americans the other question, switching Muslim/Islam with Christian/Christianity.  Then, 75% answer NO.  This is very interesting.  
When I present such data I need to be careful.  Instead of drawing any kind of conclusion, I remarked on how it made me think of how I would answer the question (using Christian/Christianity or Muslim/Islam) without having read about the study previously.  Would I answer yes to one and no to the other and have a double standard? Or would I be consistent in my answer and say either yes to both or no to both?  

Indeed, this is a difficult question to answer.  I can find in both the Bible and Quran passages that would condone and encourage acts of violence, so I could see somebody using those verses and thinking they are acting as a true Christian or Muslim.

However, I feel all of these verses are antiquated and do not deserve merit. The modern day and reasonable Christians and Muslims understand this, so to act out in violence in the name of either is an act of ignorance of what being a modern day and reasonable Christian and Muslim means.

It is complicated, but it deserves thought.