The life adventures of a Chilean Millionaire

After my Grandfather's passing a few months ago I headed back to Austin with 1 thing in mind, work. Well, that changed to work and a puppy. Meet Lola...


Jump to now... August 22. 

I'm on a 3 week snow shred SBX training mission to Chile with a number of other athletes from North America and 2 coaches. So far we have ridden Nevados de Chillan, Corralco, and are now at El Colorado for the next week and a half. Snow was stellar for the first few days instantly hopping into a powder day and then first flight of the season came by way of the South America's Cup in Corralco... Tomorrow we get to start training on the track here, looks pretty good but needs a little hand work.  

2015.... A year of Great Change

Everyone maybe wondering what has been going on and why the blog hasn’t been updated in a few weeks. After arriving back in Austin for a week, I received a call from my mother that my Grandfather was in the hospital. I wasn’t too concerned until after a phone call the next morning when I was told that he only had a 50% chance of surviving the pneumonia he had been diagnosed with and that I needed to head for Wisconsin immediately. Immediately for some people means booking a flight, for me it means fuel and strategy.  My uncle booked a flight leaving Austin the following morning at 6am, meanwhile I grabbed my brother and was on the road within a few hours. The drive stretched 1,230 miles which we covered in 18 hours showing up at 6:45am.

I was able to get to the hospital and spent the week there while my Grandpa looked like he was making a slow recovery. The hardest day of my life was saying goodbye, in a lucid moment he was able to talk to me like we were out for a cup of coffee or out on the back patio. I went back to Texas that next morning and flew back to Wisconsin 5 days just before he passed.

My Grandfather has always been a great inspiration and influence in my life. The way I act, joke around, and talk to people is directly related to how much time I spent with him throughout my life.  He was a World War II Navy veteran of the Pacific Theater, leader of the family, wearer of his heart on his sleeve, degenerate golfer, and retired for 30 years. It’s no coincidence that cars and road trips have been in my blood since I was old enough to hold a map, stories of driving through Milwaukee and navigating with an upside down map of central America still come up at the kitchen table. Journeys to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan for snowboarding or the 4th of July were never out of the question, let alone a 10pm trip to his favorite custard stand. The day I received my learner’s permit he threw me in the front seat of the caddy and had me drive him to Madison. A trip not just down a country road, but navigating towns, freeways, and traffic to see a cousin of his… I know he took that drive for me though. He bought me my first snowboard and made sure I always had a ride to the hill. Cold days of  watching me compete with my parents, and longer days waiting to see me again while I was out on the road.

I currently sit at 36,000ft, wedged in the sardine seat of a Frontier airline, headed for my summer home in Austin. Life will go on for my family and I but I will forever have an empty space that he used to occupy.  He will be missed but never forgotten. Grandpa

Where is all the snow in North America?

So this winter has been a dry one and just not for me. The places to be are Jackson Hole, the East Coast, and Japan.  Needless to say I've been in Salt Lake City and riding out of Park City Mountain Resort and the Canyons since the second week of January. 

Last week I traveled to Mont Tremblant, Quebec, Canada for the first stop of the North America's Cup. Although the course was nothing special it was a pretty good racing course allowing riders to stay together and race each other and not against the course. My 2 days of racing didn't quite go to plan, with a 1 run qualifier on the first day I went out with a crash in a rutted berm that saw a few others out as well. In day 2 Qualifying was 2 run qualifying and I made it to top 32 on the first run. Second run saw my face firmly implanted in the berm to end that run. 

Race time arrived and in a tight heat with a terrible gate choice I was in the mix until a costly error 1/2 way down the track saw that quickly disappear and turn into a quick way out in the first round. 

Tech Fun little start section

Tech Fun little start section

Now I'm back on the road and in Colorado for round 2. Enjoy the pictures and the video. 

Trying not to Throw Up

You may think I'm ill from the title, but I'm not. I haven't posted anything in a little while but there has definitely been a few developments. 

My close friend Logan and I had thought we found a place to live in Breckenridge Colorado forJanuary and February. We signed a lease and submitted a deposit on the 22nd of December with a move in date of the 28th.  All was right in the world, Christmas was the usual family affair of crossing Austin to show face and not really relaxing... maybe Kellie and I should leave town for the holidays?

When we arrived in Breck a few short days later we walked in to collect our keys and found out that we had been scammed. The letterhead, the Realtor ID #, and even Breckenridge address were real, but the condo was not for rent and we were out a place to live and our money, which we are still trying to recover.  The feeling of throwing up is the worst when you find out you've traveled 1,000 miles, lost a large sum of money, and have no where to go all in an instant. 

Needless to say we dealt with the blows as they were coming. Called family and friends, told them our predicament and held our heads as high as we could. We are resourceful and aren't afraid to talk to just about anyone. Thanks to Logan's dad Norm we had some accommodations for a few days at the Dillon Inn to try and figure something out. In summit county a condo can be filled in a matter of hours and we found out just how tough the scenario is, especially for 2 guys only staying for a few months. 

We left the mountains on the 1st headed back for TX, and as a guy who makes his winter months living in the snow it was a hard thing to do. We understood that fuel costs right now were in our favor and that free lodging and the ability to cook for ourselves outweighed loosing hundreds of dollars in a few short days staying in the mountains. 

Our search continues for a place to live, we are not tied down to stay in Colorado but have the ability to head further West to Utah or Tahoe. If ANYONE has a lead, be sure to leave a comment or shoot me an email. 

Arts and crafts, for car guys?

So a little over a year ago a buddy and I decided to Plastidip my car. For those of you who don't know what plastidip is, combine spray paint and rubber and the ability to remove it. Plastidip comes in a variety of colors and now the option to purchase it in gallons and run it through a paint gun. 

Well, we went the home depot route of purchasing 16 cans of matte black and going for it. The car last winter was pretty epic. Not only did we dip the car, we dipped the wheels and roof box. The amount of thumbs up I received and comments meant I did exactly what I wanted to do. Create a small buzz about the car that could cheaply be attained and not permanent for the summer. 

Well, needless to say 12 months later an experiment is coming to an end with some conclusions. 

First, the car came out looking great. for the total invested in making it look like it did I can't complain. 

Second, If you are going to dip your car definitely do not rattle can it. Although the finished product looked great as I am peeling it right now I can tell it was on way too thin. Causing it to not peel cleanly in giant sheets. 

Finally, make the investment in the paint gun and gallons. You will be much happier and wont have the spray and pray approach!

The STI is up for sale and looking to move onto the next automotive project. The reason the dip is coming off is not too many people are keen on the matte black plastidip scene.