Previously, I had made mention of an intention to (re)design the Misfit Psycles jersey. I had suggested, promised, it would be black. That it would include variations of various blacks. That it would make use of shades and only the dark(er) whites. But. I had not discussed a theme. My vision. As it was, the thoughts of the jersey in my head. What came to me was a ...
Internet: 1 Self-Worth: 0 Today was either a really good day for the internet or a terribly unflattering day for me. I was searching for a little of this and a lottle of that. I was even doing some research, you know, for a friend. As can be the trouble with things webularly, distraction looms behind each and every random click. Be they misdirections of hedonis or hubris, sordid or sapphic, what ...
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 ...
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, ...
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. ...
Registrations for DSG'10 in terms of ride-share-able Ontarian's was low to nil...even THE Lepper was understandably uncommital...2009 it is not. While the calendar change may have worked better for Fayetteville meteorologically, the (new) May Fifteen date conflicts with one of my favourite stops of the season. The Opus/Dukes brought to you by Chico SPRING EPIC 8 (with the singlespeed category lobbed at you by Awesome Inc). Opportunity and justification ...
One of these things is not a Zombie song: Location - row #2 of the families ifuckinghategeneralmotorsandthisbitchassmontana minivan. Context - #3 declares "When I needed angry women, they will be blue, of course". Location - Fort York and Spadina. Context - while cell phones and handheld devices are banned, legal beagle Steve 'icollectstarwarsanythingtocompensateforbeingacorporatewhore' Martin determined that driver-seat photography might just be okay...under the circumstances. Speaking of that expert pet euthanasier Thad ...
Devolution of a Blackberry as juxtaposed with consumption and 24/7 customer servicing. Stage One. Saturday morning smart phone. Stage Two. Goddamn Saturday evening party phone. Stage Three. Sunday morning after phone. Todays post was brought to you by; Ear wax. Grant 'SWIFTWICK' Castle. Thad 'IF YOU WERE MY PET YOU'D BE DEAD' Hoffman. Clay 'DIRT SWEAT & PATIO SET' Higgins. Do I really NEED to be available 24/7? Absolutely. If I wasn't, ...
Welcome to the twilight of my offseason. Before I move to eloquently deconstruct the impending onseason and the fury I will undoubtedly destruct, I would like to acknowledge this offseason. This single solitary most spectacular offseason EVER. The A #1, good job Joe, most best, super excellent season. The season that excelled and exceeded ALL expectations and durations. In terms of riding, training, diet or otherwise acting in any manner not ...
Take this motherfuckers. Now try to imagine them more finished. Because in all likelyhood I will not finish them. Not much more then this that is. Finishing isn't my thing. In so much as I have a thing. Joyride tonight. Last evening was evening five of LADIES NIGHT and instalment two of LADIES SKILL CAMP. This begs two important questions. 1) By targeting those of the XX has Joyride inadvertently made ...
So some ordinary people said some pretty predictable things. Some other less ordinary people scooped pretty good stuff, long before the show. But. Somehow. Quietly. This. Became. Where is the outrage? Where are the irony police? Am I missing something? In related tragic news, WalMart has announced intentions to act as the title sponsor for the 2010 One of A Kind Show. Finally. Originality validated by the masses. Meanwhile back in ...
Among other reasons, I hate you because of the offseason. Realistically speaking, the best one can hope for (during the offseason) is to impede a complete erosion of fitness. Many cyclists, too many cyclists, relish the affirmation that their season 'knows no end'. They declare with a heaping helping of superiority that, for them, 'cycling is a lifestyle'. These cyclists are duct taped grocery bag sock wearing idiots*. *And jerks. ...
Ultimate Gift Guide: Rides Planning is for others. This is what you and yours will be doing and where you'll be riding in 2010. Dirt Sweat & Gears - May 15 Fayettville TN - 85-99$ Big money, big prizes, FREE beer. FREE beer, quite possibly the only thing cold enough to beat southern hospitality into submission. So good, even in a shitstorm of Tennessee clay couldn't keep us away... Short on cash? ...
Today, fresh and free of burden or structure, I elected to concoct a vat of stew. Cooking while I work. Not entirely. Not really. Not not really cooking. Not not not really working. A lull in effort of sorts. And not a can of stew. Stew from a recipe. A real recipe involving multiple, sometimes complex, steps. Steps involved chopping and peeling and browning and the laborious art of 'waiting'. ...
Some time ago but not entirely that long enough, on a healing ride of sorts, I became somemore enamoured by my Awesome Strap. Not outwardly of course. Gushing forth about a particular product comes across as contrived, scripted; 'these are paid actors discussing really possible scenarios'. For on this ride, far far from home, my Awesome Strap, this Awesome strap of mine, held fast in it's velcric clutches, the evenings ...