Oh man. Motherfucking DC Representative Reichel & Kate rolled into town last night. They broke me in real good. We chilled at FBC, drank beer & reminisced about our origins into bikes. Talked about King, Palmer, Lopes and all those hoods that made it when the money flowed like swill, and long rides and other shit. It was good times to say the least. They lured me back to their pad afterward, where they had an inverted climbing wall in one room. We climbed around like monkeys for a while & they fed me Sparks. Oh man that shit is the devil, and not in a good way. I mean straight up awful. I think cavities were forming and exploding like pop-rocks. Pure hell. Then it hit me. Before I could understand just what was happening, I was walking home, puking in the middle of the icy dark out on Lake Mary road. Don’t ask me how, I barely know myself. Just know it happened… a “trainwreck” had sincerely occurred. I’ve given this day to repentance for such sins.
Next time, the beers are on me Reichel.
It’s the Dead Of Winter. A good time to cry, while trying to stay on point… unless you’re in the desrt. And just when you think that those hours in the basement are getting you nowhere, stop. Sway the legs, adjust the nuts, regrip, regroup & regain control. Be like Eddy.
Singlespeed Cyclocross World Championships 2008 from bce on Vimeo.
Man, that’s work’n for a brother. I’m getting stoked. I gotta get out to some critical bike gatherings/races like that this year. Thanks to Fomenter for the find. I highly recommend stopping his house of ham for additional inspiring waste.
Martin B. drops it: Coulter, that anorexic, self loathing hater bitch finally got banned. The icing on the cake? NBC replaced her with Maddow. How’s that for a slap in the face? What? You mean jerks and douchebags don’t sell like they used to? Watch coulter change her game up in the face of it. Start respecting the lawn jockey in the white house. Become “nice”. Whatever, I’m basking in the success for a moment along side Martin no matter how it came about.
Chris D said “As good as Sunday in Hell and better than Hell On Wheels.“
Oh man, if that doesn’t get you stoked, you must be dead. Paris Roubaix. Nothing like it never nowhere. No doubt about it. That shit just kicks ass. I’m fucking exploding with bike love right meow. I almost can’t stand myself. I need a tub of ice cream, some jammies and an entire days worth of those vids.
On the local tip (and by local, I mean mother fucking Arizona and not some microtown sausage fest) the Black Canyon Trail system is ripe for the picking and as Reichel says; “highly motherfuck’n under utilized”. I’ll be tapping into some of that on a bike-fag-ride-about sometime in the not too distant future. looks like good sonoran shred’n.
I’m tell’n ya, my head is pounding but the inspiration is straight off the chain today. “Will Work for Trees Sam” is off on his long charity effort. Here’s an excerpt of his first update from somewhere in Paraquay:
From: Samuel
…Since this is the first Ride for the Trees update from the road, I want to remind you what my new years resolution is. I pledge to attempt to bicycle 10,000 miles through 13 countries from Paraguay to the United States, and to raise $100,000 to protect the San Rafael Reserve. The ride officially begins tomorrow, but as you may or may not know I have been training in South America for about a month now and I think you deserve a sneak preview… Here’s my most eventful single day of riding ever: From Ciudad del Este, Paraguay (where my bicycle trailor was hit gently by a car, no damage done) I rode across the bridge to country #2 Brazil, then later across another bridge to country #3 Argentina, through the jungle to the ginormous Iguasu Falls, possibly the biggest collection of waterfalls (350!) in the world…
Word. Kid is on the ride of his life. if you feel like dropping a coin in ride for the trees donation coffer to, yo know, help a brother save some trees, you can do that here. It ain’t no ponzi scheme.
Now that I’m out of the casket, and back on point, I’m thinking about the rides soon to come. First up, is the SSAZ, or in other words, the motherfucking Single Swizzle. Dejay’s premier event of slackness and bikes. Last year was a good rip, with good peeps, beer and cold pizza. I’m heading down to T-town again this year for more of it. And there’s no question that Tucson is the place to be. Following the swizzle, it’s 24 time. This will undoubtedly be the year of the 24 Hours in the Old Pueblo. Two months to go, and they only have 50 spots left. I Better get my 24 shit together.
The last one planned for, will be bitter sweet. It’s Jim’s brainchild: the Squealer. An event so old, it doesn’t even come with a spoke card. And this might be the last year for it too. One of the oldest continuous underground events in the valley, and there’s a good chance it’s going to be forced out by the overpopulation of “progress”. Indeed, it might not even go off this year. Should that happen, I’ll have come prepared, with my own paper plate number, and a hand full of fuck you’s for anyone that disagrees. I’m not ready for that one to go. I just need one more year. It reminds me of too many good times: Kyle, bunnies, horses and bike piles. The things that everything else these days is only keeping alive.
Peacefully out.
January 6th, 2009 at 6:35 pm
1st comment.
ha ha
January 6th, 2009 at 7:49 pm
sounds like a atandard evening with Chris and Kate.
January 6th, 2009 at 9:23 pm
More proof that singlespeeds are ghay.
To each their own. I dont get it but it is a bike and fun for some. still ghay though
January 6th, 2009 at 10:30 pm
sparks is the only reasonable drink to start a night. it is rough to end with though. in idaho they have banned sparks. i hope they don’t ban jack and cokes. good luck with your next one.
January 6th, 2009 at 11:52 pm
…ya know, if those ssccwc tapes fall into the wrong hands, people might start thinking that cyclists are weird…oh, never mind…
…re:– ann coulter…she’s never had an original idea in her life…she saw the ilk of the limbaughs & o’reillys, etc & knew that (a) being a chick & (b) being controversial, she could reap a buck whether it was a self righteous & tasteless pursuit or not…
…sad fucking chick, that one…rich, ya, but sad…