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Subject: The 1988 Budapest Roundtable on Human Development 1. don't allow your site to post Jaquelyn. She's pissed at me now.
Post my name. In the mean time go buy Sugarhill Gang's, "Rapper's Delight" Also, my G-friend needs to make a film short for one of her classes. We've been talking about a dude riding along on my lowrider and his bell bottom pant leg gets caught in the chainring. I don't know who she envisions as that guy, but may I present you as the quitessential anti-hero? It could be fun. There's a good chance that there will be no dialogue, only the sound track to the $25,000 PYRAMID game show. Give a ring sometime. Oh, he ain't even close to finished.
Subject: op-ed column Q: What sucks worse than Herpes? Some stats: Big-J, we need to start a movement. Not a bowel movement. We need to convince a select echelon of bike riders to wear white armor and to call themselves the storm poopers and they'll go around the country tearing the "G" off of Black Angus restaraunt signs. Their alternate mission will be finding anything funnier than one guy sticking his dick into the butt of another guy. I know I'm asking a lot but I've got some student aid money and a pound of coke that says we can do it. If not I'm going to tie you down with shower cutain rings and shove staplers in your ear until you recite the Communist Manifesto. If Madeline Albright can stick it to the chinks, then we can hop in my sub and threaten the world into submission. Or at least something. Hey, come to Haiti with me this spring. I'm not kidding. Last time I was there you could buy heinous pharmaceuticals made in Germany for pennys on the dollar. C'mon. OK, time to pee in my Pol Pot. Citizens of Humanity, That's it. As it was sent to me. Anyone scared?
Anyone want a domain name they can call their own? Check this out. Here is how not to park your car. Pretty fucked up. This pic was sent to me so many times in the last two days, I should just post the mother fucker. Here ya go: Bomd Squad. I'm not sure what this is about. It's a zip file I got today with six pics of girls wearing nothing but paint. It's pretty cool. Check it out here. Fucking Spooner rules. Hey Dave, this one is for you.
If you live in Arizona, you had better read what I got forwarded to me today. The City of Scottsdale is trying to preserve 16,600 acres starting
at Pima/Dynamite and heading NE. The State is considering auctioning
this beautiful area to developers. As a preserve, mountain bikers, hikers,
and horseback riders will continue to enjoy the area. There will be
a public hearing on Feb 15 at 6pm - Desert Canyon Middle School. Attendance
is very important. For more information click here. This is a good idea and my stupid fat ass supports it. Some new jokes posted today. Check them out here. These fucking banners are the best. I can't believe this shit. I guess I could run them like they're supposed to be run, link to the site and if anyone is actually sick enough to sign up for the site, I get a piece of the action. Nah, fuck that. I'd rather just laugh at the fat little piggies.
Hardcore Plumpers? Are you kidding me? That looks like the kind of drunken mess of a night I'd want to forget. That's the kind of girl you'd nail and then throw yourself out the window. Why not throw her throught the window instead? Yeah, like you could lift that. You best chance is to wave a twinkie in her face, pitch the snack cake one way and run like hell in the other.
I don't even know what to say about this. See more of that? Dear God why?
Now this I can understand. Maybe this Chubby Island stuff isn't so bad after all. You wanna see some more of the Island? Just sit back, click and enjoy the show. Now go read this.
That torture paired up with today's nice little mud slog with fellow ASS member, and Mother Fucking Surly Factory Slug Casey has left my legs feeling like two pieces of wood. What is it about a couple of hot girls making out and grabbing each other's tits? I don't know, but I like it. Click here to see Casey and Scottish Chris taking a break on National Trail at South Mountain. Nice view of Phoenix. What is it about riding single speeds that makes a guy want to pull his pants down?
I think the Flash intro that Diamond Dave put together for me is finally going to work right. Well, if you got this far, it worked. HTML I can fuck around with and change, but .swf files. Ah, no. No Comprede, mi amigo. Lots of interesting action on the boards. Who knew sandpaper removed leg hair? Not me. Anyone else want to step up to the plate?
I love a girl with a big 'ol rack. Shit, who doesn't? Like this girl right here. Oh yeah ,she fucks on the first date. I'll tell you this, fuck everything. I'm going riding. Go post something in my lame ass message board. While I'm making requests, see if this flash intro page works right yet. Just click, wait and enjoy. It might not load, I dunno. I can't seem to figure it out. Is this my asshole or my elbow?
My father once told me if your wife hates you favorite bar, that just means it's a good one. This 40 hours in 4 days shit is getting old. I think it might just be killing me. My midweek training of the last three weeks has been of the get up and ride to work variety. That paired with a weekend plate covered and smothered with racing has left me, well, for the lack of a better word: Dead. And they say it'll rain tomorrow. All weekend in fact. Groovy. Bring it on, motherfucker. You think my fat, walrus like ass is afraid of a little water? I talk tough, but I'm a fair weather cyclist. That's why I live in Phoenix. I can count on one hand the days I rode in rain last year. I'd like to keep it that way. One new joke today. Are you a big, fat fuck? There may still be hope. I got a new message board. Go say something. Have you seen this bullshit Temptation Island? What the fuck is that about anyway? A bunch of whores I can't watch fuck? That ain't shit. You gotta see Chubby Island. I got mentioned over at Rebel Alliance. Thats gotta be worth something, right. I'm not sure about the "this site is totally not my speed" part, but it's better than when my site was described only as "yellow". Fuck it. Go check out the Alliance. They are from Pennslyvannia, and I think maybe even Bucks County. That's where I grew up and learned to be a real angry fuck.
From: Tom
If you want his kick ass bike, or if you want to visit his site, click here. I have two pics of the little orange whore. This one shows it form the side. And this is me doing a trackstand in my living room. From: Dave Dave is the guy that helped put this together. Or, actually, he did the whole damn thing. I can't do anything with Flash. I am a retard. I'm sorry about Tuscon too. Fuck I wanted to ride down there. Now I have to do the fucking BOS ride on Saturday. Anyone in Phoenix will know what that's like. I am going to die. Well, I wanted to get the miles in, right? Did I already post this link? Go look and find out
I'll tell ya', the older I get the less I understand. Ever see that book "I learned everything I needed to know in kindergarten"? I may have the title wrong, but the point is the same. In my case I learned everything then and spent the last twenty odd years forgetting all of it. My favorite has been the practice of what I will call "active forgetting". This is where my memories are encouraged through the great big barn door to the never-to-be-heard-from-again pastures by big galvanized buckets of beer. And pills. And weed. And so every year I find myself forgetting a few people. I don't know if this is right or wrong on my part. And, I don't' think I want to know. Here is what I will call the WristWatch Series. I think it'll prove to be self-explanatory.
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But then I get home and my mind goes blank. Why is that? I think it's because when I'm home I'm happy. Or, comfortable. I think of things that make me angry as some jerk off in a car almost fucking kills me in an intersection. I think of fantastic ideas when I'm busting up rocks for Unkie Domenic and some fuckhole customer is annoying the shit outta me. The more I want to choke the living shit out of a customer; the more creative I get. I want to tear him a new asshole. But, since part of my job is kissing ass and taking shit from morons I can't. That and it's illegal to beat someone over the head with their own bicycle. On a side note, if a person buys a bike and takes it home only to break out the Craftsmen tool set and try out every nut and bolt they can wiggle a wrench around, proceeding only to fucking murder an innocent bike. Or, if the same kind of jackass brings in a beat to shit, two year old Giant Boulder for his "free thirty day tune up", I ought to, as a professional bicycle mechanic, be allowed under federal law to beat this person to death with said bike. I just thought I'd share. But not this guy. No, this guy just has to take it. Day in day out. Rah rah fucking rah. And, then to top it all off, I might not be going to Tuscon this weekend because Big Daddy Dave has to work. We were going to ride down Friday, and back on Sunday. It's one hell of a training ride, and just the kind of thing my fat ass needs to start doing more of. I got murdered this weekend. Not just because my mother in law was camped out in the Corporate Headquarters of DrunkCyclist.com either. OK, it's the spare fucking bedroom but what do I look like? Donald fucking Trump? I leave that to Gold Bar up the Ass Rob. (And I hope you read that) No, I got murdered in a bike race. I got my ass handed to me. It was lovely. I usually place near the time of my friend and partner in drunken dumbness, Dru. Usually. I beat him last time. By a minute. But I beat him. This time he beat me by eleven minutes. 11. Ten plus one. I'm serious. I can't believe the asshole. He spent the whole morning telling me how shitty he felt. And I believed him. I felt like ass too. I drank even more than he did. For a few hours longer. Oh, it hurt. I spent the first of three laps around the wonderful Casa Grande course trying not to throw up. I wanted to quit more than I ever thought possible. Then, I just flicked that light switch in my head that separates training form racing and everything was fine. I took it easy on the flats and attacked the hills. Like I had a choice on a single speed. You spin out on the flats and meet Jesus on the climbs. Eleven minutes is a long time to get beaten by, and it's much worse when it's your friend that does it to you. Go check out my new joke page. If ya got any good ones, send 'em in.
I'll get a chance soon. I'll get it together, pull my head out of my ass and find ya'll some kick ass porn. Hey, at least I'm still riding. Here's one link worth checking out. Our president (lower case) scares me. Fuck dubbya.
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I'm going to try something new this week. I'm going to work for 59 hours (no shit) Monday through Friday, then I'm going to race on Saturday. If the way I feel tonight is any indication of the type of form I'm going to carry into this weekend, I'm going to die. I have decided that I'm going to divorce my wife and hook up with the H-ball. I heard he's recently freed up, and I want to fuck him silly. Silly. He does so much for me and the site, or the site and me, that I should be paying him. Here are some action shots of mighty mighty Diamond Dave winning last weeks Tour de Heart crit in sunny Phoenix Arizona. He's the little fuck, in the front.
No one sent in any pics of me, the fat boy, attacking the field in the Cat 5 race. Damn it. What do you expect, it's Cat 5 and no one gives a shit. Even me. Well, did get this one photo. I'll let you look at it, I guess.
Go check video out. I posted it awhile ago, but I think most people missed it. It's fucking great. If anyone has any idea where its from, or where I can get more shit like it, let me know. 9:31 PM 01/15/2001
This might be the first DrunkCyclist shirt design. Thanks to Heath for the kick ass logo. He does a lot of real cool shit. Like this, and that. You should check out his shirts.
I might actually be able to get DrunkCyclist's jerseys. I hope so. It all depends on Critter. All you AZ shop mother fuckers know who I'm talking about. I want to kill NORBA. Is that so wrong?
No word yet on my sticker order. Ahem, Heath. Cough. A-Hem! Think he'll get the hint? He'll probably be mailing me a box full of dog shit for that one. As soon as the stickers arrive, I start the DrunkCyclist.com Sponsorship Program. Oh, you are gonna love this. Anyone I feel is worthy gets: Personnaly I hope not to award anything to the young guns. But, some of them are damn fast and will probably win something this year. I've got to think about exposure. Send any info. you think will make a difference here. I'll post anything that makes me laugh. Pictures of you banging porn stars and strippers is a good start. Since I'm so poor I can't even pay attention, this thing is gonna crap out at like 5 guys. So, start ass kissin' now. 2:36 PM 01/14/2001 Fuck it, I'm watching football.
Anyhoo, Diamond Dave goes like hell for something like the first 15 minutes giving everyone other than Strada something to look at. He dances between an eight and 15 second lead for what must have been a dozen laps. I forgot to count. Landis had the numbers and did what they could to control the gap. But, as often is the case with 17 cheifs and no fucking indians, Landis didn't control things all that well. Diamong was eventually absorbed back into the bunch following Big Gay Randy's attempt to bridge the gap. All Randy did was catch Dave, vomit and give Landis something to chase. Break over. About 3 laps later, and a life time for Randy (he told me later he threw up no less than three times after the effort), Dave and a rider for Landis named Justin went out together. This break stuck, and stuck hard. The duo steadily gained time of the field with every lap. With the help of some serious blocking by Big Bri Guy. And I mean blocking. Mother fucker thought he was in a hockey game. A few laps later, Diamond Dave and the rider from Landis named Justin have lapped the field. With single digit laps remaining, this is the end of the game. You shoulda seen the fight for the table scraps. My man, Big Gay Randy Mason, takes the field sprint for third in front of Big Bri Guy Forbes. It was David slaying Goliath. I loved it. And since they are both my friends, I will probably never stop talking about it. In honor of both Dave's and Randy's against the odds achievements, here are some pic's of 70's porn.
The only other race I give a shit about really, was the one I was in. The Cat 5's. Bottom of the fucking barrel, lard ass me. I rode like an hero. Why, you ask? Because my buddy Bill Turbo Wheeler is stronger than me (I think so anyway) and I should but my efforts into helping a team mate win, rather than just sucking ass for thirty five minutes for no good reason at all. I figured, fuck it, I'm going out like a soldier. And I did. Somehow through the grace of God I have an incredible start. I guess all the mountian bike races I did this year have rubbed off or something. I don't get the hole shot, or whatever you call it. But, I also don't really want it. I'm third into the first corner. I've never raced on the road before. I don't want to be in front. But, wouldn't ya know it, that would change. Lap 2, I'm impressed as hell that I'm anywhere near the front of this Cat 5. chaos, and some poor bastard rolls a tire right behind me: BLAM! I take off. I don't know why, even now. I just heard this explosion, and I'm nervous as hell anyway. So I go. Not super hard, but I put it down. Next thing I know, no one is behind me. I don't mean right behind me. I mean I go for about a half a lap, look over my shoulder in a corner where I can see way the fuck back, and I can't see anyone. What's going on here? How is this happening? Wow. So, I go like hell for a few laps, ignoring everything Randy told me not to do. Sit in, he says, wait untill the end, save yourself. Fuck it, I'm flying. I can't believe it. Without all the other shitty CAt 5 guys around I'm rocking throught the corners. I still can't believe it. Of course, this little fariytale ends. Not as badly as one might think. I know I can't stay out there for another twenty five minutes, I have to get back in the group. But how? Getting away is easy, but how do you get back in the group without getting shelled out the back immediately? I did it, somehow. The group came up and I jumped in about the seventh position. And stayed there. I did all the things a team mate should: I went like hell at the front. Made the other teams chase me. Once I was caught, I stayed near the front. I took alot of wind. I didn't let anyone else get away. Bill stayed in about fourth or fifth positon for most of the race, and when the last couple of laps came, he was fresh. Two laps to go. Someone surges by, one guy, three guys. And Bill. I soft pedal. Making anyone who can ride around me and earn a spot in what I think is the winning group. I'm blocking, I'm actually blocking. I guess you can learn something from watching cycling videos. I don't know how, really, but I ended up the seventh or eighth rider in this group. I was barely turning the pedals. I would have been happy as a pig in shit to just let them go, but I caught up in a corner, and there I was. The last rider in the front group. And we are it, brother. Everyone else is gone. Into the last turn, everyone hurting, the pace the fastest it's been all day. I'm the last rider, I've got the best seat in the house. I'm willing Bill to go. Jump, go, go, go, you can win. Bill shoots out into the front and takes the sprint clean. God Damn, that felt good.
Here's a pic off my co-conspirator at ASS. Nothing says "Arizona pride" like Casey does.
This is one of the retards I'll be doing the entire Arizona race series with on single speeds. And, he's a big part of out assult of the 24 Hours of Old Pueble in Febuary. This is the rest of the ASS team. Well, all except the guy wide right. He's a down hill guy and won't be doing any races where he goes in a circle, or something. But, the rest of us will be on single speeds.
You might like this, I know I do. Someone gave me these pics from
a Thanksgiving party I threw about two years back. I have titled this
series: The demise of Casey. Or, Crash and Burn would
work too. See where this is going? You get the idea.
Subject:send a good message to the kids Or the electric bill is so great that they just say fuck it all. This guy is good, no? I think it is really in my best interest, and that of the site, to keep him in my camp, so to speak. I need to keep an eye on this one, or all hell is going to break loose. I'll end up drugged and stuffed in a bike box shipped to Haiti. Don't think he wouldn't do it. Dr. Bicycle sent this odd ball flash thing. It made me laugh. Click here to check it out. 11:20 AM 01/12/2001 I don't think thats the end of it. Not by a long shot. I may have to give that asshole a regular space to fill around here. Maybe a self help column or some kind of tech. advice. Nah, I'll just let him rant about whatever the fuck his drunken little mind comes up with.
Fuck it, we're doing the 24 Hours of Old Pueblo. By We I mean DrunkCyclist.com and ASS (Arizona Single Speeds). Its going to be killer. Its the same weekend as the Valley of the Sun stage race, so all the serious cyclists will be busy. Don't misunderstand me, we do not view this as a chance at victory due to the lack of competition. We see it as just another in a long line of reasons to get drunk and act like assholes. For twenty four hours straight. Naked. Everyone has a gift, this is mine. I can't go for long in an update before I turn to porn, our almighty savior. Something like that, anyway, here are some galleries someone else took the time to create. The boobs are big, the asses small. Just the way God intended them to be.
Oh hell, shit and damn all rolled together in one big tangled mess. I watched The Boondock Saints again tonight. Its about the most kick ass movie I've seen in a long time. I had never heard of it when someone gave me a copy a few months back and said, "watch this." And I was floored. Why hadn't I heard of this before? Where in the hell did this come from? I think its a British film, but Fuck-N-A it kicks a lotta ass. Go out and find it somewhere. You'll like it. I looked at my single speed for the first time in more than a week tonight. About twelve minutes ago, actully. I haven't touched her in a long time. I've been riding my dirt brown Team Fuji fixed gear all week and I need a change. Tomorrow I'm going to try something new around here. I'm going to sleep untill I am no longer tired. Then, and only then, will I get up, eat a shitty breakfast, and go riding. I might try to do that a few times this week, but life has a way of kicking me square in the nuts. So, that probably won't happen. The sleeping in till I'm no longer tired thing. If I can pull my head out of my ass long enough to hook up a scanner tomorrow, I've got some pics I should probably get around to posting. But, I'm fat, stupid and lazy, so it probably won't end up happening. I not only recognize my faults, I flaunt them.
I want to see some poor fucks girlfriend getting double teamed by the tennis coach and one of the kitchen staff. Or, a girl just going nuts and doing two guys at once for the hell of it. I want to see titty fucking. And some cumshots. How about just a naked chick in a hot tub for Christ's sake? Is that too much to ask? The guys that thought up that show are probably gonna make a million dollars, so who gives a shit what I think anyway? I saw this site today and I'm not to sure about it. I like the "gringo" thing, you know, 'cause I am one. But, fuck, what are they getting at? It's a whole lotta site about books. Not one boob shot. Little Jon hit me off with a rad sticker that says Jesus hates me. Its kick ass cool. Which bike to put it on? Hmmm. The sticker is from unamerican.com. I like the site, and you should too. More cool stickers than you can fit on a top tube. If you're like me, then you've seen these stickers around and just didn't know who or what was behind them. Now I know.
7:50 PM 01/09/2001 I feel some real good bitchen comin' on... Suspension Nine Speed Cassettes Campy Ten Speed Specialized Dealer Alliance Guys searching for Bro-Deals There, I feel much better now. Got this crazy list of ways men and women are different today. Read and enjoy. Foreplay Magazines Handwriting Bathrooms Cats Richard Gere
My fucking legs are jelly and its raining like hell. I shouldn't complain. At least I'm not up in Flagstaff freezing my ass off, jobless or both. You guys know who you are. Now thats keepin it real. Not this Phoenix ganster nonsense. Hey, look at me, the end of my exhaust pipe is actually a folgers can. My little bitch Soriety girl import car is bangin'. I'm sooo ghetto. I got this badass chinese character sticker that means "old shed with fat cow" and I stuck it in my window. It made my car faster. I am a rice boy. I'm pouring out some of my "juice and gin" for "my dead homies". I think you're pouring out your drink because you're a pussy, and you can't drink like a man. You should be drinking wine coolers. You only bought that shit because saw it in a rap video. Ever heard of tonic, moron? How about fucking limes? Three finges of Gin, a splash of tonic, two ice cubes and a wedge of lime. That's a drink. I have dead friends too, and believe me the last thing they'd want me to do is waste perfectly good alcohol. I found these video files stuffed away somewhere. I can't remember if I found them on the net, or if someone e-mailed them to me. It's two clips of a hot chick having sex in it, so by all means check them out. Go look at this. And before I finish, I just have to say...
What in the fuck happened to the Eagles yesterday?
All I want to do is sleep. I can't believe that Texas hillbilly is the President of the United States of America. After that, I think that anything is possible. Stupid ass redneck. Gap tooth simpleton. He's in charge of the fucking free world?!? Fuck it I met a guy last night who must be 40 pounds over weight and as ugly as the day is long. He told me he had the "pussy lined up, man." Yeah, I'd like to see that pussy. I'll bet it's real choice. This isn't exactly hot of the presses, but have you heard about this nonsense? Now a bicycle will be just like a life size stomper truck that the dumb rich kids ride around in. Nice to know the boys in charge of our public lands can't seem to understand that motorized vehicles have engines that consume fossil fuels and not carbohydrate. The IMBA link above has an e-mail and regular address you can send letter bombs and the like to. OK, don't send a bomb. Don't be the next Timmy McGay. But do send something. Tell these assholes how wrong they really are on this one. Bicycles belong.
I'll be the first to tell you that I'm a big fat bastard. But, I must protest the sandbagging in the sport class. There are guys who race Cat. 1 and 2 on the road entering sport. Sport! With me. You lousy dicks, go race in Expert. Let me put it this way. In the last race, The Star of the Desert, there were 53 sport riders between the ages of 18 and 44. In expert, 17 riders. If you look at guys in the 19 to 27 combined with the 28 to 34 age group, which is where Dru and I ride, it looks worse. 37 sport compared to 11 expert. It's fucked up. You should see the guys I line up against. How the fuck am I supposed to stay with a guy who races Cat 1??? I race Cat 5 for crying out loud. They sit in the sport class and will not move up. It's insane. It pisses me off. I need to lose about 300 pounds. If you need a good gear inch chart, check out 32 sixteen. They have lots of other cool single speed crap too.
Here is today's link fest. Dr. Bicycles. If you ride bikes in Arizona, this guy has probably fixed something of yours at least once. He's been breaking rocks in the salt mines for a long, long time. If he can't fix it, it ain't broke. It's ruined. Highlight of the page? Weekly pic of a naked chick. Mountainman's Hog Page. This guy looks like he'd just as soon kick the living shit out of you as give you the time of day. Who knows, maybe he's a Sunday school teacher. Naw, he's all redneck and thats why we love him. Just look at him. Fuck, this is the real deal. This is the White Trash King webpage. Lots of pics of nasty ass ditch pigs flashing beat up saggy tits at various motorcycle rallies and drinking festivals. Do a ton of meth and ride your American made bike from Daytona to Stugis straight through. Just don't ride jap crap, or this guy and his friends are gonna give you a little talkin' to. Big Tits. Thats just about it, isn't it? Some hooker rolling around with huge boobs. I'm a sucker for impants and tan lines. Everone has a weakness, and now you know mine. Massive Tits. Notice a trent here? Great big boobs. Nothing more, nothing less. Attentive viewers will notice this is where I got todays little bathing hotty pic. I think I like her in a special way. I'm sitting here eating a second bowl of pasta, trying like hell to carbo load or something before tomorrow. And, let me tell you, looking at girls with big jugs is making it all better.
I got an e-mail today from Tall Todd about some insane sounding event/contest/mess. If I wasn't a poor ass bike mechanic, I might actually consider going to this thing. It sounds pretty fucking bananas. Here are some highlights: here is the program for mokumpoloco messenger fest that will be held from may 26 to may 30 2001 in Amsterdam, he Netherlands. it is a pre championship race like cyclassix(Freiburg, Germany) and metropoloco(new york, new york). Why Mokumpoloco? Mokum is slang for Amsterdam. Poloco we got from the great messenger extravaganza week the metropoloco new york city 2000. Because the thought behind is the same as metropoloco, and the name sounded right, we called this 2001 pre ecmc messenger race Mokumpoloco… it should actually be mokumgoloco but, what the heck.. May 26 2001 Starts 13.00 Tha warming ups. Feel the heat! Experience the energy! Welcome party with gold sprints, the famous indoor home trainer sprints that invaded the messenger scene on the cmwc Zurich 1999. Supported by a bunch of dj's that will go on 'till early in the morning after the finals. May 27 2001 Starts 13.00@ levantplein Sunday riders. The first street racing episode. It's a nice sunday afternoon in Amsterdam, the tourists are out and so are the shopping people, the city is just hyped with these fun shopping maniacs! Mokum is jammed with cars and pedestrians that are e-ver-y-where! That's gonna be fun! 17.00@ levantplein n.f.l.r.(ecarelttilnikufesin). Really fast set course of maybe 200 metres in total. There are 3 checkpoints along the course and you got a bunch of packages in your bag that are numbered 1-2-3. You do 3-6 laps and every time you pass a checkpoint you drop a package that correspond to the checkpoint. You race with 4 people at one time. Funfunfun! 21.00 Party with live bands. Mosh till you drop! May 28 2001 Starts 16.00@ museumplein I hate Mondays. Second street racing episode.This is the working day experience, cabs, ped's, vans, bikes, especially bikes, loads of bikes, bikes-bikes-bikes, they are maniacs! Like us, Only they do it to get home, lets see how you will handle this horror! 20.00 @ sportpark sloten Rackin'frackin'mssngr keirin. Originally a Japanese track racing event, but now on a big old moped racing course of 2.5 kilometres long, a moped courier will pace 8 people for 2 kilometres up to a speed of 50 km /h and the last 500 metres you gotta sprint without the moped, and the fastest mssngr will win of course. May 29 2001 Gather 10.00-11.00 @ museumplein for the Haarlem-Zandvoort-classicat-mayhem. First we ride relaxed to our starting place in haarlem (25 km), then at like 14.00-15.00 we start, after some chillin' in the park, the race that leads us from the city of haarlem, the capital of the province of noord-Holland, thru the only hill in the province, to the village of zandvoort on the sea, where the race is gonna finish. Its not really far apart all. After the race we stay in zandvoort at a campsite and we will have the award ceremony on the beach close to a beach bar. We'll take care of your stuff, if you want, with a support vehicle. To subscribe… fill out some of the questions below and send them in an e-mail to: fishmeister@trackbike.com. If anyone actually knows anything about this, or is considering going, please let me know. I gotta know if this is as fun as it sounds. It looks like US Postal might really get burned. The urine tests collected during the Tour are to be analyzed for, well, drugs. I'm really glad an American won the Tour two years in a row. Its great to see our boys do well accross the pond. But, I believe that Lance is probably using Actovigen as a performance inhancing substance. And I think he's going to get caught. 10:09 PM 01/03/2001 I keep thinking shit like: I've got plenty of time before the next race. I don't need to watch what I eat till after the holidays. I'm not fat. I'm not in that bad of shape. That hill is getting steeper, thats all, its not the bowling ball of an ass I'm dragging around. Race 3. This Sunday. Fuck. I wonder if I can get liposuction. Tommorow. Before lunch. I might as well face it. I'm toast. It looks like drug abuse is the answer for me. It works for US Postal. Huge, scary collection of pics posted over at Bastards-R-Us. I can't compete with that. Not even close. Where does he find all that shit? Who cares, as long as he keeps posting it. The more I check it out, the more I like this site. Go check out the new Taylor Hayes gallery at Lameking. Its fucking rad. She has about her entire God damn hand shoved up her own ass. I'm all quivery inside after that one. After looking at those Talyor Hayes pics, and talking to Casey tonight about making up some ASS (arizona single speed) shirts, I've just got ass on the brain.
8:27 PM 01/02/2001 Spent what felt like six years building new porn galleries. Go check them out. Jesus Christ, where do I begin? So many things in the mail. So many fucked up pics. Most things get around so fucking fast that you'll see most of it twice before next Tuesday. But just in case you haven't, here are some pics.
Subj: Resolutions Go check out this site. Spooner fucking rocks. Go here. I wish I lived somewhere it actually snows. I remember when I was a kid, how much fun my sister and I had making snowmen out in the yard. Ah, memories.
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