I will not complain about the weather.

TOUR OF PELHAM – April 5th
UXBRIDGE ICE BREAKER – April 13th In between trips…push my luck?
PARIS TO ANCASTER – April 20th Registered – 1st Wave…because I was so dern fast last year.
ONTARIO CUP #1 – April 27

I will not complain about the weather.

In addition to NO training miles for 2008…travel is being forced upon…and it is a scientific FACT that beer always tastes better in a different area code…I would venture to say that my bad just got worse.

Las Vegas April 8-11th
Kansas City April 14-18th

KCMO may actually net some early morning riding. That is, should I manage to cobble the Zing together…a summer and a half of hard weather beatings and tonnes of kilometers without the burden of maintenance or lube may have caused some damage to the ole parts…who can really tell though…shifty bits, cables and such make the whole thing very complicated and tough to look at. It does make a sound akin to a raccoon in heat when shifting from mid to GIANT ring…that’s notsobad though, for the butt end I seem to recall needing to shift up twice to get it to jump at all then quickly down once so it ended where I wanted it…within reason and a gear or two.

I will not complain about the weather.

The yard mid last week…
I will not complain about the weather.

This just in:

Dear Peter;

We regret to inform you that your lungs and legs have left your person and have no interest in returning whatsoever.
That giant sucking sound you hear is you. Yes there is laughter as well.

Sincerely,

What’s left of your elite racer body.

It continues to snow in southern Shitario and all the while little ole mercury continues to hide in its great bulb of despair…things look bleak, bleak like an eternal winter:

Far beyond the reality of mortals, deep in the realm of fantasy resides the land of Eternal Winter. It was once a peaceful world in which Nature flourished and all creatures of the earth lived in harmony. Until the world was condemned by the ancient sorcerer Voraxia, whom cast an Evil spell that Condemned the world to forever dwell in snow and ice for eternity. In the Eternal Winter wastelands, He released Evil creatures and Dark Mages that use their witchcraft to spread terror across the land. Many Wizards and Clerics had tried to reverse the spell and melt the everlasting ice that torments the world, but none ever succeeded. The Elves and men had tried to maintain peace but were always threatened by the horrors which lurked in the world.

The Eternal Winter Saga – Part I Concept Story by Matthew Knight and Gordon Burchell

I hate, absolutely HATE that I found this…
So what’s better then elves, mages and sorcerers? Just about anything. Dog crap released from a 5 month deep freeze comes to mind, as does a swift kick to the commonsensticles…let’s roll for damage.

NEWSFLASH:
Point Lobos State Park, CA USA
California is soon to be lit ablaze as geriatric screen giants Schwarzenegger and Eastwood are set to wage battle over road development through the Point Lobos State Reserve…Eastwood promised to make Arnulds day and Schwartzy said something that was loosely translated as “you’re awesome, you’re the champ, but you’re fired’…sadly no one cares.

Personally I think the road is a good idea, lions eat people…sea lions are like practically sharks with manes…if I have to pass by them I’d rather do it at 100kph. Oprah was not available for comment but sources close to the monster said that she would eat both of them if they couldn’t behave.

March 18th, sub zero temps and snowing. Spring is, quite possibly, never going to arrive…for the first time today I find myself seriously considering relocation to an area…well a geography…you know, slightly more…hospitable…or rather better suited to sustaining human life.

Someone MUST be held accountable…in fact everyone is to blame…at least that is what is being reflected in my dealings with the general public until further notice.

Moving on.
At least for now…

In addition to numerous innovations of the cyber sort (including semi-regular updates to the great and all knowing BOGFATBLIG and the uber corporate mega box PSYCLESTORE) the cycling conglomerate that is MISFIT PSYCLES INC continues to expand and contract relative to the my fatstrual cycle, of course, some days are more medicated then others.

Relevant Updates Include…

a new COLOUR header for the store of Psycles:

a new OVERACTIVE customer service-type experiment:

Clarifications:

• She says CART as in shopping CART…geez.
• Super thanks to that Dicky Bloke for the bad idea (Check out his. A snail? The dude fancies gastropoda? eewww). Not to be too original, he apparently stoled the idea from someone else…my investigation as to the source of this webtrickery ends there. Jason, if that’s your real name, I am deducting one grade because you didn’t provide an accurate footnote or bibliography.

And that is your Tuesday…the frozen puddle of mediocrity that it always is.

So it’s been a while between entries. People noticed…I’m over it…at least I think I am.

Speaking of over it, something in that reminds me of my childhood. I am not going to say that my early childhood was traumatic, no. I am curious though, why is it that during my recollections of this childhood I am always running around the house on Trotwood? I remember running up and down the hill in the back yard, I remember that monstrosity of a maple tree that towered over the teenie tiny house. Less a house then it was a shed with a basement. It was my parents first house, not to knock it but you would be hard pressed to find an abode such as that with indoor plumbing. I had my own room there, on the second floor. Well not really a second floor, even as a child I couldn’t walk upright in much of it, the sloping ceiling made waking in a hurry treacherous. One night I was awakened by a minor earth quake, small but it was enough that it shook the handles of my dresser, I sat up too quickly – knocked myself into the next day. At least if that stupid tree fell and crushed my tiny sloped room into the cold cellar I wouldn’t have been awake for it.

My first room in that house had dune buggy wallpaper. Not just thrashing through the desert sands but they seemed to be in some sort of race…there was a light tree…the phrase written all over the wall was ‘lit er up’ and the light was red – this was one of my first experiences with imported products, the entire scene made no sense. Is this the way they drove dune buggies in Asia? It bothered me quite substantially, everyday I was forced to look at giant sheets of this phony whoha. Some children had evil clowns or nasty brothers or other such issues to contend with, I had inaccurate wallpaper and it kept me awake at night. These things didn’t bother my parents, that made it worse, now the entire world was out to drive me mad. How right I was.

Some time tomorrow I will update the status of all the outstanding projects. It has to be tomorrow, I didn’t sleep well last night.

LIT ER UP!

Planning is done, building is done, transporting is done and setup is done.
done done done dirt cheap.

The aisle side of the booth…notice the NIERMAN?

Full frontal of the booth…falla alto?

Setup peoples, good people – don’t take direction fer shite – but good people…thank you one and all.

BOOTH 365 – bring dead presidents. If you’re Canadian bring Robert Borden (the brown ones…duh).