You’re saying it’s time for work? God Dam It. I’d rather be Bike Camping.
Of course, a monday is the same as any good effort. One must concentrate on the details prior to the BIG day. What I’m saying is: have the double-barrel cocked and locked.
Otherwise, sometimes good news happens when a Mac truck smashes into a cyclist as was this case reported a while back by one of the employees of a Immersion Research – a kayak company out of PA. The following excerpt rang scary:
I heard a truck behind, but thought nothing of it, as they usually pass me. Suddenly, this unbelievable force and sound of twisted metal broke the relative calm of the morning. I don’t remember too much, aside from the force and the sound, and then I was on the ground.
Thanks to JB for sharing a rare gem in the biker down saga.
As the war on cycling continues, bg_cyclist drops the details of Austin Bauman, a fellow compatriot in the trenches putting up the good fight in Nashville, Tennessee as the only bicycle messenger delivery service in existence there. The site is GreenFleetMessengers. And to put it bluntly; have you ever been to Nashville? If not, don’t ever worry about going. That place does not have warm and open arms for cyclists. All the more reason to throw the brother a fist pump.
Of course, it’s not just Nashville. Nashville just happens to be one of those places that collects lame people because of all the bright lights. Like Vegas. Cows. Walking along staring at shit. Regardless, yea, there are rednecks out there hating it up on the regular, in just about every place. Even Durango, which, even though it’s country like extra pulp, it has always been a refuge of sorts for cyclists. Or so I thought. But, WTF do I know?
I know I never know just what is occurring in Chris Duncan’s grape. And that’s a good thing. I can instead appreciate the man’s capabilities and leave it at that.
More on the trivial timekill tip, it’s cold out there. My AZ MTB homies shared some toes to prove it. Enjoy.
That of course reminds me of cyclocross in an indirect way. Because Cross tis the season and we hardly ever talk about it on DC because Arizona is deviod of that culture. Hell, even now as it’s on the wane, we’re just now speaking of it for the second time.
Recently I heard on the FB that Well’s actually suffered in the “not good way” at his most recent event. I find that surprising because of the hand full of cross races that I’ve done, even winning the prestigious “AZ cyclocross championship” a couple of times, I’ve never known there to be anything about cross that isn’t horrible and fucked up both physically and mentally.
But still, good people embrace the heritage that is drop bars, skinny tires, mud and grass such a Judi who hauls ass out of miles and madness.
Yea girl. Get that shit done. I still dream of cross on the daily. It will be a bright day when where I’m at, there are multitudes toeing a line to do what you do. That may never happen, but this boy can dream good as any.
In the end, before I tap out to start the stuffing of packages, I want to say a belated Happy Birthday to Burt friggin Hoovis who turned +40 on the 3rd and is a shining point of brilliance in my book.. And there’s more to it than that, so I’ll just come on out and say it: Burt, my friend, keep up the good fight. your site is a place of refuge for those who whittle complacent normalcy underneath clinched fists and grating teeth of contempt all in the effort to collect a paycheck. And now that your effort has become so worldly as to have a parental warning slapped onto the doucheblog, well, I stand and applaud in your general direction unlike this man:
enjoy the day.
December 14th, 2009 at 12:27 pm
dopeshack. gorgeousness and gorgeousity. it’s my new facebook profile pic.
December 14th, 2009 at 1:30 pm
I said yellow line rule ….bitches
December 14th, 2009 at 2:17 pm
Don’t wake up on the wrong side of the bed.
December 14th, 2009 at 6:13 pm
that first pic of the dropping pace moto brings me warm and fuzzy memories of a special race.. housatonic hills in conneticut? i think racing cat 4 in college and the local harley club had been signed up to do moto pacing on the day.. well i was in some chase group or something and we were rolling down this hill pretty smooth like when the baby blue harley with a big ol boy drivin started to slow, and slow and the right turn we were to take started to approach.. well for nobody had apparantley told the harley guy to stay the f ahead of the bike racers and as we came rolling into the corner we pretty much were right on top of him. Being a bit of a yahoo i took the outside line. That sure got his attention, he freaked and stood the bike straight up and i felt the faintest brush on my rear wheel as i pinned it around the corner right on the edge of the gravel. Turning back I saw him safely lying in the grassy ditch, baby blue harley and all. Then the type a in our group started giving me shit while the other friendlys laughed along with me. After the race I remember nervously poking around trying not be seen by the bunch of fat white harley types commiserating over the grass stains.. still cracks me up to this day. .. any bike altercation where no one is hurt and motorist goes down is guaranteed to be amusing..
December 14th, 2009 at 6:39 pm
That is fucking hilarious. Holy balls.
December 14th, 2009 at 7:06 pm
Say what you will about Lance, he can be a gracious guy. Check out this story about a Tucson local riding out to Mt. Lemmon with him last week:
http://www.michaelmckisson.com/blog/29-riding-with-lance-armstrong
December 15th, 2009 at 12:06 pm
…miles n’ madness judi is so cool about the whole cross thing…first year doing it, had a few crashes but finished every race (usually mid-pack – no slouch beginner), so determined to really learn the in’s n’ out’s of the discipline, teach herself better bike handling skills, got an offer from team kenda to join their ranks & despite all the pain involved, she loves the sport…
…just sayin’ total props, judi…
December 15th, 2009 at 12:35 pm
E— nice story, thanks for posting. Lance is okay.
December 15th, 2009 at 12:44 pm
Yes. Lance is just fine. Being top dog, the little dogs get to bust balls on occasion. Er, ball.
December 15th, 2009 at 6:27 pm
GNOME! MY new FB friend! HOLLA! THANKS for the shout out.
BGW – MUAH!! :) XXOOO…
judi