Assume for a moment that we all hear 'voices'. Assume again that those 'voices' are merely an internal manifestation of the contrasting extremes of our individual subconscious. Assume furthermore that, for the most part, these 'voices' are balanced in accordance with our (individual) perception of right and wrong, good and bad. And then, let us assume some more. Let us assume that generally and for the most part, that it ...
It is no Victoria's Secret that Misfit Psycles is pretty much prepared to oppose any-thing of any-sort so long as it happens to be organized in a manner that intends to impose itself in place of any more voluntary action. Optional good. Mandatory bad. I am no freedoms expert, but, I do believe that choice is an indicator of some. Sanctioning, affiliation and association with those more official governing bodies ...
If you happen to follow FacePsycles, you've probably and already seen a super-self-indulgent poster project that I intend to be forcing on this years BreckEpic. So, and this is just a biased insistance, register already. Furthermore. If I was to do a poster for TRANS-SYLVANIA as well, something undead and booby maybe, I could possibly afford to go there as well. Perhaps (any)SOMEONE ought suggest that to Mr Kuhn ...
Having previously (and publicly) stated my intention to consider the possibility of participating in (not one but) two EPICS (Breck and TS) in 2013, I really and fully intended that the (necessary) motivation would follow. Ten days on. Unless there is some manner by which motivation can be measured in the absence of action or thought, it hasn't. Nothing on wheels. Nothing that ressembles fitness. I would, and could, blame it ...
The great LIESNSHITE THEN LEFT FOR DEAD is no more. Try as I might. I can't quit you. So. That's that. The nearly undone WALZ CAP PROJECT is mostly entering completion. Coming, as it might, together. So. That's that. The TRANSSYLVANIAN TRAINING AVOIDANCE initiative is still being initiated. So. That's that. Anything else?
Last night, I get the following email; Yes Mike, YES, I REALLY want to return to the TransSylvania Epic in 2013. Before I commit, what I really need is one or more justifiable reasons NOT to attend. You see, I'm afraid if I can't get a good excuse (and soon) it'll be May 26th and I'll be in (or around) State College, expected to ride my bike. I am well and ...
Most cyclists. At most events. Most of the time, are men. Most calendars. On most walls. Most of the time, are women. Scantily and all. MudBunnies. Misfit Psycles decided to change this. By not changing it. Because scantily clad men are of no use to anyone if everyone is being honest. Instead. By reintroducing the MISFIT MVP trading card series. Our choices for 2012 are...lesser...in variety, stature, appeal, charisma, ...
Not because I had one. 2012 Peter was entirely unhung. Facts being as they were (or where not dependant on perspective), what my leisurely solo stroll up 4 O'Clock Rd didn't flush out - my swim to the front door certainly did. Further validating a prior Darwinian order, I shall not ever (perhaps and forever never) be left all and alone to face life-like-tasks. Incapable of simplicity, I will and do, find ...
Wheeler Stage. Big hiking. Big descending. In between, a pristine alpine (marsh) wilderness...inexplicably placed and entirely unappreciable. But. Generally rideable. In a fit of typicality, I unintentionally (and abruptly) dismounted. Uninjured, I dusted off and pedalled towards the next wall. Not until I attempted to document the second peak did I notice mi-iPhone had been ejected. I looked down. To the spot. Way down. I considered replacement cost. Hassle ...
This well and could be a long (stage) report. But it won't be. If it was, left to it's own devices that is, it'd be so full of bullshit that you wouldn't believe a word of the real shit that follows. You'll just have to take my word for it. Stage 4 was a big-boy day. A stage which, in the past, I have excelled at (of course I use this ...
I'm le tired. No rain. No shit. The people in the following photo looked stupid. As such, they have been removed. What remains is the view from 12,100'. In bigger news: Stage Three 2012 saw the successful completion of Broke Hip Mountain. In a moment of fleeting honesty, I will admit, it wasn't all and entirely intentional. As the deathy black gulch approached with near lightening speed, I veered slightly to ...
The Good - Emergency measures were enacted to ensure favourable ventilation of our room. Little to no fecal gas was inhaled. I no longer needed to struggle haplessly down from the top bunk, with practice and a flip and a flitter I dismounted directly into an ill-placed pile of wet gear. Thrice. After adding an additional washer to the HIVE/E13 POS (and crushing the living fuck out of the ...
Short Wind: Stage One of the BRECK EPIC is done. Not the most climbing and not the longest day of what's to come. Essentially, some time passed, most of which I made the worst of. In the end, many and many people better than I went faster. Long Wind: I slept on a bunk, on a tiny mattress, without a ladder. By no means am I an active sleeper. But. ...
Like the most, I have grown accustomed to enduring tales of whoa whilst travelling. Todays adventures where of the not sort. No lines. No attitudes. No problems. Aside from the majority of this time, which I invested in boredom, I had an opportunity to finalize most all the necessary calculations. Calculations that, while meaningless, would result in thoughts, some of which motivated me towards a process of action that would (...
Officially and openly speaking. There is no singular part of me or my that is ready to depart for Breckenridge this up and coming Saturday morning. Save perhaps my vastly improved tolerance to clear alcohols. My lack of preparedness has even (very recently) been challenged by the enactment of the ultimately impending in advance of any opportunity. Better the now as they say... Foremostly. The four of you FacePeople that ...