The inaugural TiChiBo and O-cup #1 pre-ride were delayed to 8am on Saturday...the anticipation and anxiety was killing me, I just didn't know it. The added delay was ok as I still hadn't looked at the thing since it was yanked from the wall at the Toronto (INTERNATIONAL) Bike Show in March. Turns out that my 11pm (Friday) inspection was ill timed. You see the Stans were flat, the spokes ...
One third of the Misfit Psycles Corporate Empire has changed today. Fight the power! Down with the man! FTW! Heck no we won't go! These radically superficial slogans have inspired so much fist waiving, head shaking and water cooler indifference that their loss, their suppression, will effect the very being of whom so many people pretend to be...I wear the jacket, therefore, I am an adventurer. When I am ...
There is no time for basking in the warm glow of my weekend not-loss...well maybe one small thing. It was brought to my attention (by a rider who wishes to remain sackless) that I missed one very impotent person in my Post Paris Breakdown...I was even accused of acute bias when I lunged (albeit backwards) at Mr Summers for his shocking performance...in fact it is true, I ...
Like a desperate chimmy on a sloppy wet chonga, the Great Paris to Ancaster debacle was done. Over. Kaput. Leading up things didn't look good for your hero...a very white, very stiff stinker of a winter all but ensured fitness levels were at an all time low. Del low. No. Hannem low. If Del and Hannem somehow produced a three-eyed portly devil spawn of trans-fatty death, then called it ...
Life is good. A solid week of work, particularly work on the road can play havoc with fitness, never mind the stringent training regime of elite athletes. Responsibilities and commitments can be such a bore. Despite temporarily re-locating to Kansas City, I was able to net more saddle time this week then any week (to date) in 2008. Sure the infamous Kevin Nierman and local celebrity Joe Snook, had me rolling ...
Kansas City - April 14 - 8pm local...I think. Located my south-side residence for the remainder of the week...like so many things, I'm pretty much indifferent. That being said I'm also not paying for it, so, I consider it a wash. Pretty typical outskirt-industrial-sprawl, a short drive in any direction from the hotel nets me a blacktop field with the requisite global schmorgesborg of sustenance...this evening I elected ...
Bicycle. Bicycling. Single speed conversion kit. Ride a single speed. Vote for Misfit Psycles: hall monitor and lot lizard in 2009. With the official stuff out of the way, allow me to continue my turds eye review of Los Vegas. High brow steakhouse and sports bar? Much like a FS SS, it can be done. You know that I know that you know that doesn't make it right. A visit to ...
Sleep comes quick in Vegass. The fantastical combination of stereotypical excess, exaggeration and balls out NOISE was no match for the exhaustion I had developed in the days and prior to the trip. An early meal of Carne Asada Chimmiechonga (sp) and refried beans netted me the opportunity to hit the feathered pillows of my 'dream' bed at 830 local (incidentally there were 9 - nine pillows on the king sized bed, ...
There is little that excites me about Las Vegas. Gargantuant buildings. These manstrosities are just the same as normal buildings, with the simple exception, they are waaaaay easier to get lost in. Without doubt, I will spend more than 20 minutes (daily) wandering blindly around the dark floor of some casino...not in search of any grail of holy type stuff, but a simple exit. This got me thinking. What happens ...
My family knows, my close friends know and now, you know... Coming out is a process, and often a gradual one. It is common to come out first to a trusted friend or family member, and wait to come out to others. Some people are out at work but not to their families, or vice-versa. I like my road bike. I like it alot. Many road riders go through a ...
New jersey patch of authority has been decided and spring marches on. Plans? Nothing. Structure? Nothing. No plans, no papers. Still stammering and stuttering away on the trainer with little or no guidance...fortunately for me I consider the acknowledgment of my deficiencies to be an adequate attempt at rehabilitation. Only the tears remain. Last night I switched it up a tad. Instead of the usual 'more base miles' ...
It is no secret that the long winter months and the lack of any one season goal has taken a toll on my early season preparedness...while I doubt that I am alone in this, it is a well documented FACT that I am a weak willed creature of habit...and this winters nothing repeats and rockstar partays are way too easy to reproduce. Sure trainer based sessions increased in ...