Big Freaking Super Tent Mania

So what does Joe Reger do when he pussies out on a long ride and finds himself sitting at home on a Saturday with unprecedented (at least in the last four weeks) amounts of energy?

He pitches a tent, of course.

Not a morning tent. A camping tent.

Not in the wilderness. In the front yard.

Not for a good reason. For no reason whatsoever.

Man, skipping out on the workouts is fun! Heather got me this massive tent for my birthday this year. On a few occasions I threatened to go camping. On a few more I threatened to set the thing up.

I figured this was, oh, about a six pack job but I only had two cold beers in the fridge. Onward, I thought... I can always go for the tequilla shooters if I get confused (tequilla helps comprehension skills). The tent itself comes in its own piece of luggage. It weighs about 70 lbs. I bench pressed it... three times... because I'm strong like that... shut up.

Unlike morning tents, this wasn't very hard (to setup). It took from 5:23PM to 5:59PM... 36 minutes of work at a casual pace. The instructions and color-coded poles were rather easy to follow. The mosquitos were the worst part.

It's something like 200 square feet. I can stand up in it. And it's completely private when zipped up so I plan on being naked in it... 100% of the time.

It may get wired with electrical in the coming months as the temperatures cool into fall. And then maybe some cable TV. It already has wireless internet because, well, it's wireless. Maybe a desk... no, a bean bag chair... and an inflatable bed. Not sure how I'll get the mirror mounted above the bed but I'm sure some duct tape will come into play.

With the wedding planning under way I figure that I'll need a way to get out of the house without straying too far. Bonus: it has a metal frame that will attract lightning.

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