People sometimes ask what gear or tools I run on. This is the list. I keep it as honest as possible. If something falls off the list, it usually means I stopped reaching for it.
The vehicles
Daily driver: Tesla Model Y. FSD on every drive, no exceptions. I'm one of those people. The car is the most reliable, least interesting vehicle I've ever owned. Both of those are compliments.
The bike: Aventon Pace 4 e-bike. Mostly used for the loop around the neighborhood with the dogs.
Pam: 2005 BMW E46 325ci convertible in Alpine White. The weekend car. In great shape, doesn't need saving. We added Bluetooth. The rest is top down, music loud, serotonin on tap.
Pam, with Tex and Cam riding shotgun.
Training
Strength: Tonal 2. Programmable cable system. Most days I'm in the Divide and Conquer program in some form.
Running: Peloton Tread. The Road to 5K block was my on-ramp back. Currently mixing it into the HYROX program.
Rowing: Concept2 rower. The most honest piece of equipment in any home gym.
Goal: HYROX, Anaheim, December 2026.
Work software
Claude: The first thing I open in the morning. Most of what I build at work starts as a conversation here.
Zapier: The glue between everything. I use it for more than I should probably admit.
SQL / Trino: For the audits, the anomaly hunts, and the moments when someone asks me a question that a spreadsheet can't answer.
Slack and Notion: Standard kit. Nothing exotic.
Around the house
Wine fridge: Arctic King, holds about thirty bottles, kept at 55°F. The system is: jammy Zinfandels for weeknights, Left Bank Bordeaux for occasions, Italian agers for the patient years.
Pool: A kidney-shaped gunite pool, recently restored. Now running clean with a Pentair filter setup.
Dogs: Tex and Cam. Two golden retrievers, about eighty pounds each. They get the e-bike loop on the better mornings, and shotgun in Pam on the best ones.
Beer (when it isn't wine)
What I reach for: West Coast IPAs. Citra, Mosaic, Amarillo, and Simcoe in any combination.
What I don't: Anything with the milky, creamy mouthfeel of a New England IPA. Personal preference, not a moral position.