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 ...
First day attempting work in several weeks. One guess how it went. I'll tell you how it went. I scoured the internet for motivation. I was met with distractions. The ALL HAIL Bandit jacket came first: Yes. I pre-purchased one using funds I have not yet earned. It can be a little difficult to locate, this is the DIRECT LINK. An unsupported rumour suggests that the first 50 sold will come ...
Stage 7 of the Trans-Sylvania Epic went down almost exactly 27% better then we had planned. According to plan, we would steer clear of the looming fiasco in the GC. Despite being all professional, hair-less and supported to the gills it seems odd to me that these skeletal stinkers couldn't sort their shite out in the previous 6 days like everyone else. I suggest that you could presume it's because none of them ...
Just what did the 'other' side think of stage 5? Evidently not so much. Interview: FAIL. Stage 6 promised to be much the technical (similar in rocky respect to Stage 2 - my hate stage). Stage 6, they promised, would be fun. Stage 6 was painful. It was also fun. It was mostly entirely rideable. That mostly a result of king sized stubbornness...failure was not an option. Regrettably there was so much pain, so ...
Day 5 would be a gentleman's day. Gentlemen wouldn't race. As noted by those NOT included in the gratuitous podium shot, we rode, sometimes ran, we did not race. It was a day of neutral starts and neutral transitions, each and both leading towards short bursts of legged fury into funnel necked flaming pits of pointed rock-death. Ride fast, explode and pull aside. REPEAT. Flats on flats for many. Our own ...
Day 4. Single most hyped about day of all.
A day that lived up and drastically exceeded all expectations.
Imagine 32 miles of pump track.
Day three promised to be an EASY day. Day three promised to be a RECOVERY day. It was. Almostly. Centrally speaking the results were more or less the same. Without the drag of details I finally found a day that suited my limited strengths. RAIN. ROAD. CLIMBS. It is true. The hands continued to hinder but functioned adequately. Today I have doctors orders to duct tape everything. One day, ask ...
Day two, the longest day. The most technical day. The day that merely aspired to be a fair lesser fail than Day one. Day two took me to the deepest darkest shittiest cycling hole EVER. I kicked shit. I walked shit. I swore at anything with a pulse. I swore while kicking furiously as I walked all over anything with a fucking pulse. The first third of the course (15 miles ...
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. ...