She Said Yes

On Saturday, I took Lauren on a picnic on a rowboat on Bellows Pond. We rowed all the way out to the far end of the lake, and I unpacked a picnic lunch I had prepared for our 6-month anniversary as a couple. We had cheese and crackers, grapes, and other little snacks while we drifted off across the lake. We toasted six months with a bottle of champagne and some strawberries from the local market. It was a perfect day, with perfect weather. I was playing some acoustic music through my iPod, which I hooked up to a small radio we brought with us. We shared an embrace, I took her hand and whispered that I had something I wanted to ask her. Then I asked her for her hand in marriage. She said yes and I slid the ring on her finger.

I'll post some photos soon.

Developing A Blogging Policy?

Associate Planner Elizabeth Todd sent me a link to this story, which is especially relevant given that we had two new interns start at Underscore at the beginning of last week. So I guess I need an official blogging policy, so that the interns don't give away any confidential client information. I suspect that in all other respects, the policy will pretty much be the exact opposite of Viacom's policy. We'll see.

Scary Fast

I haven't ridden a two-stroke dirt bike in a long time. I've been woods riding since I bought my first quad about five years ago, but before that, I was probably in my teens the last time I rode a two-wheel dirt bike. In a two-stroke, I don't think I ever rode anything bigger than a 125. Craig got his mitts on a 500cc 2-stroke recently, and he asked me to take it for a spin yesterday (just to the edge of the property and back - no biggie). Obviously, this is a lot more powerful than anything I had ridden in a while. I just wasn't exactly sure HOW MUCH more powerful.

After kicking it over, I rode it up a short hill, crested the hill and came down on the other side. Confronted with another hillclimb, I did what I usually did on my quad - I got my weight forward on the pegs and goosed the throttle to get up some speed to carry me up the hill.

Imagine my surprise when the bike took off like a rocket and it was all I could do to hang on for dear life. I came off the throttle, locked up the brakes and stalled the bike out at the top of the hill. It scared the crap out of me. I rode the bike back to the house with a wide-eyed look, never daring to take it out of first gear. "This thing is scary fast," I told Craig. I'll never ride it again.

To me, the bike is nice but there's way too much power for the type of riding we tend to do - woods riding with a lot of tight turns. I'm sure Craig, as a much more experienced rider, can handle it, but I got the sense from my brief ride that it wouldn't be long before I'd hit a tree with it. (And it would climb the tree.)

I'm sticking to four wheels and four-stroke motors.