Brad Keselowski does a bi-weekly diary for SI.com. Heading to Indy this weekend, he looks back on his latest incident with Carl Edwards at Gateway and gives his take on the NASCAR penalties handed down. Also in this latest edition: his thoughts on changing the Chase, Lake Tahoe vs. Lake Norman, and why moves to make drivers safer have also made them a little more aggressive.
Two days before the 2005 All-Star Game, my wife Christi and I were exactly half way between Minute Maid Park and Hobby Airport in Houston when my phone started to ring. My heart sank. When I looked at my phone I saw that the caller was the GM of the Astros, Tim Purpura.
It plays second fiddle to Las Vegas and ugly duckling to Lake Tahoe, but it's my kind of town. The biggest little city in the world is Reno, Nev., and if you've never been there, you've never been anywhere.
Mike Enos didn't foresee the recession when he launched Fast Wrap, a Reno company that seals buildings and other very large objects in protective plastic. But after the markets crashed last fall, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the downturn was working wonders for his sales.
I'm lying in a hole in the darkness, ice-cold and soaking wet. There's barely room for me to turn from my right side to my left, but with a grunt I manage to twist onto one shoulder and angle the blade of a small metal shovel against the wall of snow a few inches from my head. As I chip at it, icy spray hits me in the face.
Cross-country skiing is less speedy -- and therefore less intimidating -- than its steep-sloped cousin, downhill skiing. It also burns more calories, as skiers glide along snowy trails and skate up inclines.
"Did he see us?" I screamed to my automotive accomplice, whom I'll call Speed Queen, as I dug into the carbon ceramic brakes and wrestled the new Lamborghini LP560-4 to a standstill. About 100 feet off the car's chiseled bug-green nose, a California Highway Patrol cruiser was attempting to herd the black Lambo Murciélago to the shoulder.
Sands Bellizi was sitting at her office desk in Grass Valley, Calif., when she got the telephone call. It was late morning and she was shuffling through paperwork, maybe a contract for breeding one of her ranch's alpacas, she thinks, or a vet bill. But her memories are fuzzy because the doctor's news temporarily shoved all business thoughts right out of her head.
Firefighters battling a blaze near Lake Tahoe used Wednesday morning to douse hot spots and catch their breath, but the blaze was expected to flare up again as winds increased throughout the afternoon.
January used to be Hollywood's official doldrums month. It still is, only now it's a snazzier, more depraved wasteland. It's when audiences flock to ultraviolent hip trash to slap themselves out of the art stupor brought on by the season of Important Awards Films.
When reports of Lake Tahoe's beauty filtered down to wealthy San Franciscans in the 1920s, vacation homes and lodges shot up on prime lakeshore lots as fast as they could be built. The construction material of choice? The log, naturally. Some of these cabins are still standing -- others have been constructed in a similar style. Almost all are open in winter, and are far more luxurious than their predecessors. Here are our picks.
Riding the Mt. Lincoln Express to Sugar Bowl's summit, you need only look down on your right to see the run that evokes the Tahoe ski area's glory days. A steep, craggy chute, The Silver Belt blasts racers out like a cannon over a giant roller to a precipitous drop.