Stage One, Day One. Done. And the event, DONE WELL. Results are just that. In summation. Dicky may live to fight another day. LEFT: Dick RIGHT: Doug Excuses and betterment aside, I clipped one egg beater, flatted ungloriously, pumped retardedly, busted the second beater (even more better than the first) and ultimately failed immensely in any sort or form of recovery. These menial set-backs became massive blocks. I find myself ...
Departure time 10:30:00 EST Actual time at start of blogging 10:26:04 EST Probability of success? Irrelevant really. Revised Departure 11:07:00 EST. That said. Packing and preparations MUST be accelerated. ADVANTAGE #1 of the Trans-Sylvania Epic. NO AIR TRAVEL. With no More Stupid than Crummy Air Canada to contest with I have elected to impose a ONE OF EACH, TWO OF SOME attitude towards completion. If it fits, it travels. ADVANTAGE #2 of the Trans-Sylvania Epic. ...
With final preparations still (partially) undone. With recipricol shitetalk limited to something more akin to a verbal bidet. I thought it fitting to offer a third world justi-verible-view of what it is EXACTLY that I will done rain unto the good participants of TRANS-SYLVANIA. DEATH TO VICTORS! So. Why don't you just take that bitches.
Not the first time. Despite mine best regrets, declarations and subsequent assertions, it won't be the last time. A menial wee task, a thing or four have mutated and exploded into utter entirety. Simple little revisions and alterations have become a full frontal, blood letting, panic inducing fiasco of shitopolis. What is THAT? THAT is unadulterated laziness dry humping the left leg of excess. Vanity and lethargy carefully disguised as ...
Aside from a few details of the here and there (of whom I shall indubitably discuss incessantly) I am all but ready to proceed directly to start for the inaugural Trans-Sylvania. Last evenings braced experiment did NOT go terribly wrong. That is not counting the transition from rigid fork to sussy suspension. That is not counting the unfitability of an 80mm stable fork. That is not counting the subsequent swap ...
Despite mine recent tragedy, despite a condensed (Thad'esque) tear of terrible things, I eagerly await the start of Trans-Sylvania. Bruising and facial contusions have essentially and predictably stayed the course. Back and shoulder tweeks have all but past. Motion has generally increased. Particularly in the primarily afflicted area. The Wrist. Pain is greatly lessened BUT swelling is way the more. The fist is once again capable of great crushing and ...
The 24hrs: Life$tyle$ race was to be a sensible tuner one week prior to TRANS-SYLVANIA. Something simple, safe. An opportunity to ride plenty, test some metals and enjoy. Four brilliant laps later all was going according to plan. Perfection, maybe less. A quick snack'n'nap later, out for four more. As I departed the cabin, I heard a voice. A voice that I completely mis-understood. After the lap five explosion ...
Not so long ago... Hating on Stupid Air Canada is one thing. Blogging profusely is another. The real call, the real thrust into (re)action can only come with the drawing of pictures and shit. Like a sensory revolutionary. As promised, AIRLINE FUND GENERATOR number ONE (for the indifferent crowd): To prove I was entirely serious about this DIY approach to travels... Work has begun on AIRLINE FUND GENERATOR number ...
Cut to the straight. It's Thursday and good things are now abound. For the sake of your reading enjoyment let us both pretend that you don't know this means my bike finafuckingly arrived from Nashville... Last night was grim. Messages were unheeded, calls unsuccessful. This was nothing new. Neglect is the new Service. But there was a hitch. An additional frustration. The bike had (finally) been located. No longer LOST, ...
Missing and not around the world's cycling community continues to teeter on the brink of implosion as yet another message was left. Another Tuesday has passed. Another ride, another night without the LEPPER. In addition to his more obvious powers of cycling prowess and personal awesomeness, the LEPPER, merely by his very presence brings forth a silent balance and calm to all those around him. If we ever NEEDED the ...
Everybody hates airlines. FACT. Ernesto hates airlines. Airline passangers hate using airlines. Airline employees (evidently) hate working for airlines. Post 9-11 airlines have been granted omnipotent powers of complacency. Licensed to disappoint clusterfuck morons of flaming impunity. FACT. To question them, to doubt their service or intent, to resist their inaction and indifference is an act of intolerable defiance. Nothing short of unpatriotic. A attack against all humanity! "Sir you ...
What you are not reading below was a visceral and insightful from-the-fly account of the JOURNEY that was to be, Dirt Sweat & Gears 2010. As you are explicitly aware, travel portions of mine races do tend to be the most challenging. The most complex. Sadly, the most epic and entertaining extensions of (my) contributions in and of the events themselves. What this garble is, was, perhaps the most brilliant discourse ...
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Last minutes and only time to dismember the ALC for flight. Certainly no time for repairs...how bunk could it be? Real Life. Real Drama. Rolling to the rack I deduced: The blood soaked pads are still soaked and slick. The perma-chink to the front hose lever interface (resultant of being hacked some 1-2" too short for bar/rotation/stack combo) is now sobbing fluid. The frame is utterly decal-less. ...
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