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Dude, it's coming: Garro Palooza.
Time to get your swerve on for a good cause.
I hope to see you all there.
What could be more fun that starting riding? Well, how bout falling down a flight of stairs?
Snake tells me it'll take two weeks to "get back into a rhythm".
If today's one hour and nine minute jaunt out Lake Mary and back is
any indication, I will be extremely lucky to get back to anything in
two weeks. My God that was hard. I felt like shit at minute eight.
And it went progressively downhill from there.
At least no one tried to shoot me.
I got me some links to share:
cnn.com/2005/LAW/11/28/eagles.ashes.ap/index.html
cyclingperformance.net
toddherriott.com
cyclingnews.com/riders/2005/interviews/?id=pate_creed05
slate.com/id/2131207/?nav=fix
bicycleranch.com/tinker.shtml
ttf.cyclingforum.com/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=2943
endurosnob.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-about-endurance-cyclist-of-year.html
offcamber.com/intergalactic.htm
swobo.com/default.aspx?a=112305_launch&cid=SWB1&uid=4978
poetry.rotten.com/refreshment/
thebsquad.com/movies/9%5ePuberty-Pals.swf
news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20051130/od_uk_nm/oukoe_uk_arts_creativity
And get at this one: bicyclecolo.org/site/page.cfm?PageID=651
I was in this office when the sun came up. I'm still in this office as the
sun sets.
At least I had a two hour lunch and a nice ride.
The things we do for love…
Oh my god I hate fucking computers. This one is running (somehow)
today, walking with a sever limp is more like it. Between two machines
I think I can get something together. I don't know what in the hell
always happens to computers. It just kills me.
I put up a "post" earlier over at the DC forum. Because that was all I could do.
I don't know what ya'll do for beer money, but I got me an office job. And that office job depends on a computer. This computer. Same one I use for all the DC crapola.
When it decided it doesn't want to run, or whatever you call it, I'm sunk. Done. Finished. Washed up. In a heap of trouble. Up the river without a paddle and all that.
No worky, no money. And that makes me very unhappy.
Seems I need to plant a money tree in the back yard.
On to the links:
geocities.com/jedi1235/bushspeech.html
news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20051129/ap_on_sp_fo_ne/fbn_owens_specter
news.yahoo.com/edcartoons/robrogers
thekansascitychannel.com/news/5390917/detail.html
kansascity.com/mld/kansascity/13256796.htm
bikeforest.com/tread/index.php
edition.cnn.com/2005/US/11/26/textmessage.death.ap/index.html
cycleutah.com
mountainbikemilitia.com/index.html
sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2005/football/nfl/11/27/bc.fbn.owens.cowboystam.ap/index.html
geocities.com/jedi1235/bushspeech.html
iswearimwritingabook.com
I put this one up over at the forum earlier, but I think I post it here as well. What the hell, sometimes it's just easier that way.
Don't ask me, I just work here.
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From: John
Subject: livewrong
Dear Big Jonny
Can you do me a favor? Rico Palacios, a long time DC courier was injured two
Fridays ago. He is in an induced coma because of brain swelling. And even
though I'm the biggest heathen out there, I'm praying he gets better. We are
throwing a benefit alleycat for him on Saturday, December 3rd. Can you put
the word out on DC?
If you can that would be the awesome.
The DemonCats preent "the RICO SUAVE alleycat"
Washington D.C. Saturday December 3rd, 2005
Registration: 3pm Dupont Circle
Race: 4pm
Fee: $10.00 all proceeds to benefit Rico Palacios, injured D.C. courier
Free beer and munchies at the party with registration fee.
Will be raffling a custom Lindsey DC courier bag. $10.00 a ticket.
Sponsored by Crumpler Bags and Krytonite
Racing for Victory and free beer!!!
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And now for the funnies; I get this email this morning, something about my
bike chained up in someone's yard. The following is the exchange, line
by line. Enjoy!
| | Tanna: YOUR BIKE IS OUTSIDE MY YARD.... PLEASE CLAIM IT OR I'LL BE FORCED TO REMOVE THE WHOLE SIGN IT IS ATTACHED TO.
Jonny: My bike?
Tanna: I got this website off of it... so I went there and got this email.... well since that was like 4 days ago, the bike isnt there now
Jonny: Good to know. Any idea how many bikes are out there with drunkcyclist.com stickers on them?
Tanna: well a couple years ago I heard about them... heard they were for the drunks who didnt have a way home or whatever... a drunken, free transportation unit i guess... I had only seen a few around downtown.... then they didnt seem to be around anymore, i figured people had just taken them. Honestly, it's the only one i've seen upclose infront of me
Jonny: As much as I'd like to, I can't claim responsibly for any free
transportation units in your fair city. I just own this pill party
website. By the way, where is your fair city?
Tanna: i wrote that first email in the spite of it all... basically i was kinda stoned and thought i was cool? haha im in victoria bc
Jonny: If you're in BC, you're already cool.
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And so it goes.
More in the mail department:
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From: JB
Subject: Our favorite "Female Rocker"
Big Daddy J :
Doubt you were tuned in to the Denver/Dallas game on Turkey Day,
but if you were you, like millions of us were lucky enough to be
serenaded by none other than Sheryl Crow, everyone's favorite MOR
inoffensive, non-threatening "Rocker" and high-profile paramour
of some dude from Texas who won some bike race in France or somewhere
like that…Anyway, it just cracks my fat white ass all up to hear
her referred to as a "Rocker" or worse yet "Female Rocker"…in fairness
to all the lame-ass middle aged Volvo-driving 2.5 kids breeders
in some god-awful suburban shit-hole yuppie ass-bags who devour
her records like gumdrops, I can understand that a fucking Sheryl
Crow album is about as rocked-out as you get, but for future reference,
here's my list of
Ten Things that Rock harder then Sheryl Crow:
1. An egg salad sandwich
2. Playing Yatzhee with your Grandmother
3. A nice warm glass of buttermilk
4. Lawrence Welk
5. Going to church with a severe hangover
6. An Eagles game
7. A rock. Yes, a still, lifeless, motionless rock
8. Girl Scout cookies (sans the Girl Scout)
9. an AA meeting
10. Watching Lance Armstrong win yet another dull, predictable,
formulaic Tour de France with robotic precision and the passion
of a fucking grapefruit.
Anyway, hope this helps out bro…always glad to lend a hand…..J.B.
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and there you have it folks, insurmountable evidence that your average
egg salad sandwich rocks harder than Ms. Sheryl "Soon to be Armstrong"
Crow. And who knew an Eagles game was right in there with warm glasses of buttermilk?
Yee haa.
I've no idea what the future holds are far as working and non-working computers.
Hopefully everything is gravy from here on out.
But we all know how that goes.
Not very well.
One day till turkey, one week to "training".
Fucking kill me.
More T.O. news from the City of Brotherly love, where they'd just as soon put a boot in your eye as tell you the time of day. He's toast.
And there is more:
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From: Larry
Subject: Eagles, T.O. and McNabb
Yo big J… This is a receipt from my lunch at a local subway sandwich shop... look at the bottom!
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Yep. The Eagles fucking suck. How far can a team fall after making it to the Super Bowl?
Pretty damn far it seems.
Linky dumpy:
arnoldsneighborhood.com
pedalite.com/index.php
nsmb.com/shore_news/benderhurt_11_05.php
climatemash.org
Don't forget to check out my new video
store. It's absolutely appropriate websurfing for the Thanksgiving
holiday weekend.
And now some pics from El Tour de Tucson.
And now some news from El Tour de Tucson.
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From: LoveDog
Subject: El Tour Report
Jonny,
I had a front seat in this year's edition of El Tour de Tucson. It is funny how people who ride well in an event are more motivated to write about it, but coincidentally if you are at the front, there is some interesting stuff to write about......and the side effect is that you end up well placed.
This year saw a pretty deep field line up for this "world championships" charity ride, including several pros like Floyd Landis (Phonak), Mike Jones (Health Net), Dan Smatz (team?), Curtis Gunn (SeaSilver), Nathan Mitchell (TIAA-Creff 5280) as well as some AMD Discovery Channel looking outfitted guys, and the AZ fast boys: Scott Price, Drew Miller, Rob Alverez and Nick Schriber.
Our team, Grand Canyon Racing (perhaps not as well known as Phonak or Health Net) was well represented with Rick Cimaglia, John Dehnert, Todd Mion, Jim Silverman and myself.
Being late in the year, some of the guys out there were not in their team kits as tis the season for changing teams........so you gotta look at the bike or know the guy for signs of who you are dealing with on the ride.
The first river crossing kicked up a cloud of dust to coat the chain, and equalize
my unwashed bike with the rest of the shiny toys on display. As
usual, this was not selective and it was groupo compacto for the
next 2 hours. Upon approaching the 2nd crossing I ended up bridging
to Rob Alverez with Nick Schriber. We had a nice gap and were
able to negotiate the dirt two track and wash near Canyon Ranch
safely, if not quickly. Our prudence allowed a flyin Scott Blanchard
& Co. to join us for the ride up Snyder Hill. now we were 12,
and no one wanted to race: "I'm not pulling the tandem will catch
us anyway" BooHooo. Ironically it was at this juncture last year
that 4 brave souls stuck it for the win.....but 12 unsure souls
is a different story.
So the wait began for the impending doom of the tandem pulling us back, with all in tow. Waiting for the hills of Oracle. Waiting. Piano.........feed zone, bam....man down. One of our strong men John Denhert took too heavy a load on at the feed zone (big bag with too many bottles) which threw him off balance and rudely deposited him on his right shoulder. Bummer. I've done the same damn thing a few years back. Luckily John was quickly back on. I missed my feed in the chaos and took a bottle from the pace car's Ralph Phillips, owner of Fair Wheel Bicycles....Thanks Ralph!
We were Piano up Oracle. The only real roller comes at the end so a big acceleration here put Rob, Curtis and myself off the front. I was diggin hard to build the gap up through Rancho Vistoso as the odds would not be in our favor later in the day with such small numbers vs. the pack. We really ripped it down Tangerine and onto the frontage road. Now the slight headwind blunted our efforts. Once on Silverbell with 10 mi to go, I was fading, Rob was shot and Curtis was just starting to show that he had left some in the bank.
With 5 miles remaining, and Floyd & Nathan coming on strong, Curtis pushed on alone. A mile later it was do or die time to get on the Landis express with no thoughts of ever taking another pull entering my mind. We were blessed with the light headwind that afforded us enough draft to hold on to the TdF 9th place rider's wheel.
It appeared we were making no ground on Curtis, so the win was up the road and we were rollin for 2nd. I planned to not contest Floyd to the line....but the guy is too programmed for the Euro races at the end where the motos pull off the course just before the finish. As we approached the last right hand turn, Floyd continues on straight, electing not to follow the motos which at El Tour, cruise through the line. I tried to yell instructions and coasted, but when the jump came from behind I found myself at the back. I stood up for the most uncoordinated block legged sprint to roll in third....likely making most people wonder "how did this guy come in with front runners?" Poor Floyd ended 5th at the back of our group.......never feels good to be used like that. He is a cool guy and I hope he didn't get a bad taste from how that played out.
~30 sec. later a huge group rolled in displaying a real sprint won by Robbie Ventura over Tucson 40+ fireman extraordinaire Denny Vaughnn, but I know his real name is Walter (got ya).
This group also contained several teammates. Todd Mion ended up 18th, Jim Silverman 22nd, and both Rick Cimaglia and John Denhert were in here despite having mishaps. The whole team could have easily all come in top 25. Solid teammates make for big results!
SO that's the story from El Tour.....glory for a day in Tucson.
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In case you're wondering, Drunkcyclist is a proud sponsor of Grand Canyon Racing. LoveDog is a six time Arizona State Champion, two time Collegiate National Champ and damn nice guy to boot.
I like to spread around the cheddar. You know, 'cause I can.
Well, I'm out. Ya'll have a nice turkey day. Eat more than you ever thought you could, and drink way more than is socially acceptable. Take whatever you damn well please, and leave the charred remains in your wake.
Isn't that what Thanksgiving is all about?
One more and I'm out of here.
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From: Christophe
Subject: Remembering Steve Walters
Hey Jonny,
Just a favor from one of your fellow teamies on Grand Canyon
Racing.
It was a year ago when I lost one of my riding buddies here in
Prescott. Our fellow team mate, Rick Cimaglia knew Steve Walters
as well as I did. Steve was a beast. He was one of the deans at
Prescott College, a father of two brilliant college boys and frankly
one of the coolest guys I've ever met on two wheels. I used to
ride with him three times a week or more. About 10 hours a week
many months. Never heard a cross word from his mouth. Just laughs.
He was the ultimate racer. His life was completely submerged
in cycling. He was a frequent state champion for his age group
and admired by many for his tenacity. As a local, I knew if I
braved a snow storm on my bike the one guy I'd meet out there
was Steve....and sure enough, I'd log 1 hour in the snow and he'd
be rolling in from 3 hours.
Basically, I miss him. He was for sure, THE Prescott cycling
legend.
We lost him last November as a construction truck towing a trailer
struck and killed him.
I was on a ride when a number of Sheriff's cars stopped me looking
for his wife Ann who was also on a ride. They wanted to tell Ann
what had happened. Some random Sheriff stopped me on my ride,
said, "have you seen Ann Walters, her husband was just killed
on his bike" and sped off. They had no way of knowing Steve was
my good pal. It was the longest ride home of my life.
Anyway....Steve has been gone a year and I feel like many riders
in Arizona never really got to know the man. He spent 20 years
racing in Arizona.
Rick Cimaglia pays tribute to Steve every time he time trials
on Steve's TT bike. I have my best moments racing on Steve's time
trial bars. Steve was an animal on the TT bike. He was a gentle,
fun loving spirit off the bike.
Here's to Steve Walters. If you knew him, you knew he loved to
make you suffer. So when I feel that wind on my face or the extra
pull of gravity as I crest a climb I know it's Steve. He's just
doing what he did best. Smiling while put'n the screws to me.
May we all be so lucky as to enjoy friends, life and riding they
way he did.
Jonny, you can just post this if you want. I just wanted people
to remember Steve this month. He was a good duck as they say.
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Of course I'll post it. My thoughts are with you and his family. This is also
the month the DC family lost one of our own, Kyle
Bienlenberg. Tough goings all around this time of year.
Holy shit, its almost Turkey Day. And that means it's almost time
to start riding again. I'm not even sure what it is I'm training for
exactly. Snake says start riding and I say sure. What else am I going
to do? He won't drink my bourbon? He won't drink my beer.
Ah yes, the sweet suffering cometh.
Like the Iceman.
The DC online store is almost a reality. I know I've been emailing
all kinds of people back saying hold on, hold on, yeah I got jerseys
to sell, it's almost done.
Whatever.
We've hit some speedbumps, sure, but we're better for it. First time
trying to sort out a project like this. I just hope I can work out all
the bugs, etc, before I drop the gate on this fucker. That said, I am
fully expecting a full blow shit storm to hit when I throw the switch.
Ought to make life exciting for awhile, eh?
And, oddly enough, I was able to make this dream a reality in about
twenty minutes this afternoon: The drunkcyclist.com
videostore is up and running.
That's right, I've got an affiliate deal going with a full blown online
porn distributor. Fuck it. This cow eats cash. What, you think those
race entry fees fucking pay for themselves?
I'm trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents… And I don't really
care how I do it.
Link dump time. Spread the love.
homepage.mac.com/wunnspeed/Fahrrader-Bike/PhotoAlbum4.html
fatmarc.blogspot.com/2005/11/picture-says-everything-adam-is-king.html
http://www.fatmarc.com/
jamfoto.smugmug.com/gallery/983466/1/45403330/Large
jamfoto.smugmug.com/gallery/983466/1/45403399/Large
curtisnemetz.com/bako/bakowmv.htm
wolfblog.net/index.php/2005/11/21/to-rumormill-baby-wants-his-money
mallcom.com/superstore-cgi/hazel.cgi?
cyclingnews.com/crossphotos.php?id=photos/2005/nov05/golden_gate05/IMG_0554
bikescag.blogspot.com
citizenerased.com
rollingstone.com/artist/videos/_/id/39715/interpol
So just give me a couple of days to figure out this god damn USPS shipping
nonsense and I'll light the fuse on the DC store. I got a new jersey,
shirts, sweatbands, socks, and stickers just waiting to fill your Christmas
stockings.
Until then…
I've heard it called the "dc effect", this disconnect between updates
being written and uploaded.
I call it the "weekend".
I didn't touch my laptop once this weekend. I did, however, check the
score the Eagles - Giants game a few times using a different machine.
So I can't say I wasn't online in the last two days. Not without lying
anyway.
But the effort required to unpack this whore, wire it for sound and
actually focus on updating the site proved too much for this drunken
idiot.
And so Friday's update got posted on Monday morning.
And so it goes.
dannychew.com/dd.html
thefge.com/undiesandfixies.htm
thenation.com/doc/20051205/zirin
bikeportland.org/2005/11/18/360-lbs-of-beerby-bike
news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4447916.stm
dcshoes.com/home/special_features/pastranaDBF/pastranaDBF.swf
wknc.org/studio
kyotoandbeyond.org
goclipless.com
news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20051120/ap_on_go_pr_wh/tour_de_bush
Maren, sorry, BIG M sent me this:
ARIES Drinking style
Impulsive Aries people like to party and sometimes don't know when to
call it a night. Their competitive streak makes them prone to closing-time
shot contests. They're sloppy, fun drunks, and they get mighty flirty
after a couple tipples. Getting Aries people drunk is a good way to
get what you want out of them, should other methods fail.
Aries can become bellicose when blotto, but they will assume that whatever
happened should be forgiven (if not forgotten) by sunrise.
They can be counted on to do the same for you -- so long as you haven't
gone and done anything really horrible to them last night, you sneaky
Gemini.
Sounds about right. Maybe there is something to this horoscope shit
after all.
Yeah right. That description would fit just about anyone I know, whether
they're an Aries or not.
Some feel good shit coming at ya…
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From: Marcus
Subject: The kindness of strangers
So I had a bad year, got eliminated thanks to budget cuts... 13
months unemployed. Lost my car to the repo man.
No biggie, I live in a town of 3000, I can ride the fixie anywhere
I need to go. I'm substitute teaching and the kids are amazed
I ride a bike, even more amazed I'd ride it in 18 deg weather
but that's another story. I really need a car to work outside
this town but cash, it just ain't there.
So I get hooked up with Karen Owens, who is Zeke's (you remember
Zeke, right?) ex and still good friend. She had the yakima rack
feet I needed and I have the ones she needs. We chit chat about
exchanging in email - I've never met her in person. I mention
I am looking for a car, she mentions she has a car. Turns out
she has a car she can GIVE ME. Talk about the kindness of strangers.
Talk about a tight-knit community of mountain bikers. I'm almost
speechless at the generosity of a mountain biker for their brethren.
I want to nominate this woman for sainthood, or at least buy her
a ton of beer. She's got me rolling again. I admit, cars are coffins,
but when you gotta work they're indispensable.
She mentioned she'd like to save up to move to Phoenix. I said,
"Hey, you'll be riding with Big John." She said she likes Big
John. Everyone loves the DC!
I just want to say thanks to the guys I roll on dirt with. This
is amazing. |
Cars. The great necessary evil. I hate mine. Each and every one of
them. Until I have to get somewhere that is 150 miles away.
Then, suddenly, a car is great. Super. Wonderful.
But, fuck if I don't still hate the bastards.
Snake rolled back into town yesterday. So we did what all men do at
times like this. We went out drinking.
And drinking got done.
I hurt myself.
matadorrecords.com/music/index.html
cyclingnews.com/mtb.php?id=riders/2005/interviews/dejay_birtch05
wtsp.com/weird/weird_article.aspx?storyid=21019
At some point last night after we closed out the bar, I was riding
my fixey home through campus. I ended up on the urban trail and then
the woods proper. I had the time of my life skidding down hills and
dodging pine trees. I have no idea why I thought that was a short cut.
It's amazing what you can do with a headlight and a buzz.
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From: Jeff
Subject: Second Annual "Tour De Tryptophan" 24 Hours of Fullerton
TIME AND DATE:
Fri November 25th @ noon to Sat 26th at noon
LOCATION:
ci.fullerton.ca.us/comm_serv/parks/parksp2.html#BreaDam
NOTES:
This event is mucho underground and major fun! There will be legal
on-site camping, plenty of snacks, prizes, raffles, event t-shirts,
Coffee and a free tech area! & Donąt miss the after Party/BBQ!
Here's write up from last year's Event
mbaction.com/detail.asp?id=1127
And just to add a touch of commercialism to this outlaw event:
Nokian tires, Nokon Cables, Icetoolz, Crown Cycle Company, Terraderma
Tech Gear, Xpedo Pedals, Spinner Forks and many other sponsors
will be donating some great prizes!
For more info e-mail: tourdetryp (@) yahoo.com |
Happy Friday.
Here comes the weekend. Yee fucking haa. And not a moment too soon
either.
Maybe I'll even, gasp, ride a bike.
Yeah right. With that one line I've pretty much insured a record breaking
snowfall for November 19th and 20th, 2005. Look out Flagstaff, here
comes the Big Dump.
Courtesy of my big mouth.
Anyway, fuck a bunch of everything. I'm going crazy with all this work
and now play. Somethings got to give, and it ain't gonna be the Philadelphia
Eagles. You can bet on that one. My boys suck ass.
I look forward to a few seasons of rebuilding the squad.
No I don't. I look forward to beating the god damn Cowboys.
Linky dumpy:
singleswizzle.com/thecourse
usacycling.org/news/user/story.php?id=1989
floridatrackcycling.com/pages/bike_raffle.htm
azcentral.com/offbeat/articles/1116666plate-ON.html
msnbc.msn.com/id/10078197
philadelphiaeagles.com/homeNewsDetail.jsp?id=39722
live
wrong sighting
cyclingrevolution.com/index.htm
house.gov/apps/list/press/pa12_murtha/pr051117iraq.html
Looking for something to do this weekend? Well, look no further.
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From: Smiffy
Subject: dying wish
my friends. ive been diagnosed with a rare disorder of the brain
and have been given anywhere from two days to 65 years to live.
Its my final wish that I get to live the dream and re- realize
the infamous 50 yards of hell at next weekends grand prix cross
race in golden gate park.
for those of you who werent there to experience the first 50
yards, it was at the napa valley world cup mountain bike race
in 2000, i believe.,( the disorder doesnt let me remember real
good.) there were a few that followed, including one that the
promoter of the race promised that we were never allowed to attend
another one of his events, ever, complete with a sheriffs escort
off of the site.
its my dream to make these elite bicycle racers realize that
the suffering they experience while racing, only pales in comparison
to the world class passive aggression thats heaped on by the overly
exuberant '50 yards'.
all of my best,
smiffy
where: golden gate park polo fields into the park at lincoln
and sunset. a complete map is available at pilarcitos.com
i believe a good time to congregate is about 9:30 sunday morning,
at the starting line..as the Bs and the single speeders race at
10:30. or just listen for the airhorns, and loud john.
please help me make my dream a reality. |
Steve Garro fundraiser December
10th at the Orpheum
right here in Flagstaff, Arizona.
Be there or be square.
You think you're backing off the email tip, and then you get this:
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From: bike psyke
Subject: Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo br> snippets of lyrics
from "Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo" by The Bloodhound Gang.
This is by far the best collection of euphemisms I've seen.
Vulcanize the whoopee stick
In the ham wallet
Cattle prod the oyster ditch
With the lap rocket
Batter dip the cranny ax
In the gut locker
Retrofit the pudding hatch
With the boink swatter
Marinate the nether rod
In the squish mitten
Power drill the yippee bog
With the dude piston
Pressure wash the quiver bone
In the bitch wrinkle
Cannonball the fiddle cove
With the pork steeple
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo |
You just can't fight it. You can't even look at it.
Word.
Let's get to them links:
zapatopi.net/blog/?post=200511112730.afdb_effectiveness
washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/11/15/AR2005111501842.html
news.independent.co.uk/world/middle_east/article327136.ece
cnn.com/2005/LAW/11/15/parents.slain/index.html
rudepundit.blogspot.com/2005/11/fun-with-context-where-did-president.html
jesusismagicthemovie.com
slate.com/id/2130006
Sarah Silverman
theagitator.com/archives/020831.php
clutchpearls.com/?p=489
theagitator.com/#025806
thepittsburghchannel.com/news/5235856/detail.html
Hey look, it's cold as balls out. What is this, winter already? I hate
this shit. Yeah, yeah, I say it every year and I still live here.
Well most of the time I love it. Just not so much, you know, now.
I see a lot of mountain biking in Sedona in my future.
Go figure.
I'm gonna wrap it up with this one and head on out of here.
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From: Michael
Subject: New Orleans Bike Build for Katrina victims
I'm hoping you might post this to help out...
New Orleans Bike Build
Please donate to send volunteer mechanics to New Orleans:
Hurricane Katrina was one the worst natural disasters in the
history of the United States. One of the many consequences of
this storm was the destruction that crippled the entire city of
New Orleans. A group of volunteer bicycle mechanics has formed
to go to New Orleans (Dec 1-7) to help give back mobility to the
residents of New Orleans. A bicycle is an efficient and effective
form of transportation. We want to give the people the tools help
themselves and, as a result, help rebuild New Orleans.
A local New Orleans non-profit bicycle project, Plan B (planb.bikeproject.org),
has been donated over 600 used bicycles for the people of New
Orleans. However these bicycles need work to make them usable.
We want to repair these bicycles and make them available to the
people of New Orleans. These bikes will go to people who wish
to commute without the cost of owning or driving a car. These
bikes will go to making life better for the people of New Orleans.
Plan B is a community-run bike project that functions as an open
workspace for bicycle repair as well as a bike shop that sells
recycled bicycles. The workspace makes an array of professional
bike tools available for use to the public for free while volunteers
offer free help in bike repair. The bike shop makes parts and
rebuilt bicycles available at low cost or for small donations.
All of the proceeds from parts or bike sales are used to keep
the project running.
Plan B, and the building which houses the shop, survived the
hurricane and now is working hard to repair and distribute the
bicycles that have been donated. But the sheer number of bikes
makes this task too large with just the regular volunteers.
Our mechanics are taking time off from work to go and work in
New Orleans to make a difference. It is estimated that each mechanic
will repair at least 4 bikes per day. A conservative estimate
for parts for each bike is $25. If we are able to send 10 mechanics
repairing 4 bikes a day we will have 280 bicycles for the people
of New Orleans, at a parts cost of $7000. The cost of sending
each mechanic to New Orleans is $500. We want to send 10 mechanics
at a cost of
$5000. This sets our total goal to $13,000. Please help reach
this goal with a non-profit donation through the Internet or by
mail at the address below. These are non-profit donations with
all of the tax benefits allowed.
We have teamed with the non-profit Recycle-A-Bicycle Please donate
through the Network for Good. When you get to the web site (networkforgood.org)
search for:
RECYCLE-A-BICYCLE INCORPORATED
You will see that they are located in Brooklyn, New York and Ms.
Karen Overton is the Executive Director. You may make a note that
your donation is for New Orleans, or New Orleans Bike Build.
Make checks payable to: Recycle-A-Bicycle
Mail checks to:
Recycle-A-Bicycle
New Orleans Bike Build
55 Washington Street
Brooklyn, NY 11201 |
Yeah so the Eagles got tuned up proper by the Cowboys last night.
At least I was drunk when it happened. I always try to drink away the
memory of being raped.
It's working so far.
Fuck McNabb. I hope his hernia operation goes well and he lands on
his feet with whatever team he plays for next year.
Asswiping interception prone son of a bitch that he is.
No, I'm not bitter.
OK. Just a little. Maybe. Kinda. Pretty much.
Yeah.
Bring on the links and save me from this hell.
maddox.xmission.com/c.cgi?u=idaho_blows
boingboing.net/2005/11/14/rofl_alert_asymmetri.html
parisfacial.ytmnd.com
bootybabeart.com/index.htm
velonews.com/news/fea/9126.0.html
drunktard.com
There is always email to fall back to. You know, if you have to.
And I have to.
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From: Greg
Subject: livewrong sighting
I was watching coverage of Magnus Backstedt's hour attempt on cycling.tv
and theres a scene where Maggie points at his computer screen and
you can clearly see a livewrong bracelet. |
That is probably because I hit my man off with some of the sweetness
when I ran into him at Interbyke.
He's a fucking hero.
Rode in today on my Surly fixey. I don't even think if was 40 degrees
out there. And windy as all hell. It just takes the fight right out
of ya.
Me. No fight. None.
Well, the Birds are a wash this year. Fuck it.
I'm out.
Ah, back from Tucson. What a weekend. Sold some stuff, bought a lot
of stuff and drank me a river of whiskey.
Or, whisky is you're into that whole Kentucky thing.
Whatever.
I'm bad. I'm nationwide.
This weekends race report:
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From: Big Tex Tullous
Subject: Mickey's big mouth
It's race #4 of the 5 race series and picture day for the team.
We brought our best beer and our pretty faces. Darling Doug and
I rode up together and were to meet Jimmy and Steve-O at the race
for a pre race party picture.
We arrive with the wind. It's a sunny Colorado day at 50 degrees
but the wind is gusting in excess of 45mph. We're watching the
Cat 3 race get blown away. The wind even picked up a set of wheels
from the pit and rolled them down to the local pond.
Fortunately for all the cross racers, there is not a tree on
the course so you get the full effect of the wind. Doug and I
strolled over to the sign ups. As we released the promoter from
any damages to ourselves and others, Katie Compton rolled into
a 3rd place in the Mens Cat 3. All I have to say is watch out
for her come 4 weeks in Rhode Island.
We get all dressed up, placed our cooler of beer in the pits
and wait. We wait and wait. No Jim No Steve. We warm up by riding
this time.
On our return, we see Steve. He has his Limba rigged up as a
single speed. You gotta see this. It looks awesome and I should
of snapped some photos. The new Limbas have adjustable drop outs
so you can run a geared bike or a one gear. This ride is super
cool. We never see Jim and I still haven't heard from him.
We line up at the start to get the "60 minutes of racing" from
Mr. Crandal and race announcer Dave Towles is getting attacked
by a soccer mom. He was incredible to announce the entire thrashing
as she unleashed her fangs and dug into his cold raw skin. Dave
survived to announce "Drunkcyclist.com" over and over to race
and soccer fans as the lapped through the start finish.
The gun shot off and so did the 16 year old National Champion
riding for Redline. He was on a mission. By the end of lap one,
he and the wind had split the field. There were only 4 of us left.
So I countered into the wind. I was solo for the rest of the race
riding my own pace and increasing my gap. Luckily my gap was good
because I had the inevitable "in the lead" crash. I survived to
win but could not race Sunday due to a huge contusion on the inside
of my leg. I could barely walk after the race.
Doug has had better days and Steve-O too. They got together for
some multiple lap PBR handoffs. I came back to the pits with a
six pack of cans crushed. Somehow, Doug finished 9th and Steve
finished in the pits.
Another good day for the Drunkcyclist presented by Voodoo CX
team. Next week, Steve and Jim are on their own to battle the
Boulderites. Doug is off to visit family for the holidays and
mix in a little Crankbrother Grand Prix action in the San Fran
area. I'm doing the same but in North Cack-a-lackie----funny how
you plan trips around cross races.
I hope Jim is OK. |
I'm feeling a link dump coming on:
people.csail.mit.edu/rahimi/helmet
cgi.ebay.com/Bicycle-Fenders-Custom-Wood-Maple-Wenge-Mahog_..ViewItem
demoncats.com
bike.colorado.edu
gazette.com/display.php?id=1312006&secid=2
cyclingnews.com/mtbphotos.php?id=photos/2005/nov05/ruta05/ruta051/DSC0002
xfusioncash.com/members/hosted/dsbg/64/?wmid=795282
thedoofsucks.blogspot.com/2005/03/every-asshole-wants-deal.html
clementecycles.com
bikescag.blogspot.com
corpwatch.org/article.php?id=12470
Stuff I fucking hate:
stoptheaclu.com
traditionalvalues.org/homosexual_movement_and_pedophilia
thisiswhatibelieve.com
Eagles face the Cowboys at home tonight. So you just know I'll be watching
it. And I'm sure I'll get phone calls when the Birds fuck it up.
Whatever.
No update yesterday as my computer decided to start fucking with me.
My man Big Pun took the whole damn thing apart this morning. And I mean
took the whole damn thing apart. Little pieces all over his table.
It went back together all right, and he worked his magic. Apparently
all he had to do was switch me out to a new power cord. Go figure.
But he had fun taking this piece of shit apart all the same.
themoderatevoice.com/posts/1131682306.shtml
cafepress.com/strategerytees
paulsracing.com/images/Cross05_Burlington/pages/PICT2854_JPG.htm
liquorsnob.com/archives/2005/11/friday_fun_shotgun_beer_opener.php
torontoist.com/archives/2005/11/ryan_carriere.php
Heading down to Tucson tonight for the Fourth Ave bike swap and some
fine Mexican eats. Pretty much in that order.
You gotta pay if you want to play.
I'll be selling DC gear, so check it out. All the stuff I'm waiting
to get online.
Yeah, online stores are becoming more trouble than they're worth is
seems. I hope to have it sorted in the near future.
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From: Morrow
Subject: Sgt. York
Well today is Armistice Day, that was renamed Veterans Day in 1954.
Its the 87th anniversary of the end of WW1.
There were a lot of interviews with Iraq War II veterans on the
radio this morning and I thought about Sgt. York.
His diary is one of the more amazing pieces of authentic American
experience I have ever read. Really makes you think, and even
brought a tear to my eye at times. It takes a while to read but
do it in memory of those who have served.
alvincyork.org/Diary.htm
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Big Pun and Fitty rolled through like a train wreck. That's my story.
And I'm sticking to it.
At the moment, I'm not sure up from down.
I can tell youi this much: Pun showed up with a 175 of Knob Creek.
I let him in. And then it all went shitty.
And not just kinda shitty, like some everyday shit. But really shitty.
Like hold the fuck on, we're about to get done shitty.
Fuck all.
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From: zeke
Subject: a little update
Last Friday ended week # 9 since I bounced off the hood of a car
and so far things are pretty much back to normal. I have a pile
of hospital bills waiting but I am waiting for the insurance stuff
to clear.
I have a new pair of regular seeing glasses with only one RX
lens in them, with another pair on order. Per Doctor's orders
I have been wearing eye protection pretty much all the time, can't
have anything getting in the good eye can we?
I have reassembled the Peugeot into my fixie and have been commuting
for work almost daily. I did my first trail ride on Sunday, a
little awkward at first but once I started thinking flowy thoughts
my riding smoothed back out.
I have wanted to do a cyclocross race or two in the last several
weekends but haven't felt as if I could and be at all competitive
yet so I think that is on the back burner for this year. I do
feel slightly bad about that since several customers threw in
money and footed the bill for a new cross frame set, hello S-Works
Tricross! Wow, but I feel bad since it hasn't been being used.
I am considering taking apart my road bike and gearing it up.
It is getting close to that time of year where bigger tires will
a good idea anyway.
I haven't been on a scale in some time but I think I have been
successfully keeping the 30lbs that I lost in the hospital off.
People are still telling me that I look skinnier, and that suits
me fine.
Obviously I have been back at work for the last several weeks
and things here are going well. I didn't have much to do for a
while but now we are at the time of year after inventory were
we start heavily restocking the store, its almost the holiday
season, oh boy.
The vision is getting better. I have been out riding at night
and haven't had a problem. I have even done a little bit of driving,
not a whole lot since I don't particularly like to but it is nice
to be able to if necessary.
Well that sums it up. Thank you again to every one for your support
and well wishes. |
I'm glad to hear Zeke is coming along.
And now from one of our Tucson correspondents.
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From: Erik R.
Subject: tucson elections
Well it turns out there's a little good news once in a while after
all. Two allegedly bike-friendly democrats appear to have won city
council positions, defeating two pro-highway, pro-suburbs, pro-sprawl
republican incumbents. This means the fornicators, homos, and satan
worshipers are once again in charge of Tucson city politics. Not
a moment too soon, either.
cityoftucson.org/elections/current.html
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Link dump, bitches.
capsule9.com/steve
dubyaspeak.com/best.shtml
wikipedia.org/wiki/Yuengling
blog.sciam.com/index.php?title=kansas_where_ignorant_is_the_new_educate...
nfl.com/teams/story/PHI/9031264
theoriginalleftys.com/index2.html
cnn.com/2005/POLITICS/11/07/bush.torture.ap/
eyeofthestorm.blogs.com/eye_of_the_storm/2005/11/truth.html
eyeofthestorm.blogs.com/eye_of_the_storm/2005/11/revolting.html
eyeofthestorm.blogs.com/eye_of_the_storm/2005/11/revolting_contd.html
churchsigngenerator.com
voodoocycles.net/racer.html
1fg.org
velonews.com/race/dom/articles/9135.0.html
I'll see you all in hell.
The good news is I'm itching to start riding. The bad news is I'm
fucking slammed sideways and haven't the time. Go figure. It's either
feast of famine up in here.
Yeah, so what else is new? It's not like I've ever been up against
it before. Just trying to suck some dick for beer money. Same old shit.
Different year.
Perhaps now we can begin to understand how Adolf Hitler could rally
German Christians to do the unthinkable to Jews and Gypsyies in concentration
camps. If you convince people that they are at risk unless they move
to destroy those who represent a perceived threat, regardless of the
methods and means, then you are on your way to atrocities.
From: tpmcafe.com/story/2005/11/7/174124/680.
A ton of links:
adultfyi.com/read.aspx?ID=12653
informationclearinghouse.info/article10907.htm
veteransforpeace.org/US_rejects_global_040602.htm
knauradio.org
cicle.org/cicle_content/pivot/entry.php?id=175#body
vanderhoot.blogspot.com
vorb.org.nz/ftopict-29976.html
modot.mo.gov/othertransportation/bike_ped/BikePedPolicyandLegislation.htm
thebikegame.com/home
alaskabikeblog.blogspot.com
planetdan.net/pics/misc/georgie.htm
Might as well keep being lazy and throw this one at ya too.
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From: Monica (not her real name)
Subject: My night
This happened to me in flagstaff.
So, at about midnight, the males I was with suggested we all
go to 'the joint'(short for strip joint). I thought--'great, I
have never been to a strip club and I do know that one of my students
(female stripper) works there--yay--great idea'. Uhhhhh... After
much encouragement I give in. I go in--the guys each pay $5. I
am thinking I really do no want to pay $5 to see my student (female)
strip. The guys says--you get in for free--all ladies free (you
see it is the night that amateurs can strip if they want--therefore
free entry). Then my friends say--'your student won't be here
tonight' 'and even if she is, she would not notice you.' 'why
would she be looking at the females? She is not going to make
any tips from you.'
SO after some encouragement, the guys get me into the strip club
part and after 2 dancers (not hot) my student comes up to the
stage. Starts dancing. I am looking at my friends--facing away
from stage and thinking about the possible rules in the NAU faculty
guide that might state 'Rule 1: avoid seeing your students naked'
'Rule 2: In fact it might be a good idea to avoid strip clubs
in a small town where every evening you go out, you run into approximately
7 students.' She dances some more. She is on a stage with a pole.
Takes her bra off and says---"hey--there's my professor. Sorry
I was not in class today, Can I get the study guide?" She is dancing
and pointing at me. Doing something strange with her legs in front
of a 60 year guy. She lacks clothing. Did I mention that I am
in a strip club?
She came up to talk to me after and stated that I was the only
professor she had stripped for. Great--making my mark at NAU.
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Monica, not your real name, that's why I love you.
I guess I'll be working to sort out the bikes this week. I've got a
flat tire (still) on the Voodoo 29er I rode at the Soul Ride. Brought
it home and leaned it against a shelf. Haven't so much as looked at
it since.
I did pick up a set of moustache bars for one of my townie fixies.
Never run a set of those before, just tried 'em out on other people's
bikes. They seem cool enough.
The bike swap is this coming weekend in Tucson. I'm heading down for
that one. Always a good time.
I'll be bringing down whatever DC gear I can get together. More on
that in the next few days.
One
year
RIP Kyle.
Much respect.
Raise your pints.
And check the Drunkcyclist/Voodoo boys in
action.
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From: Cosmo
Subject: Eagles
Don't forget the concussion suffered by starting TE L.J. Smith.
It could have been worse, though. Brian Westbrook could have turned
up positive
for EPO. |
Yeah, I guess that would have been worse.
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From: Sean C.
Subject: Fuck the Eagles, Go Carolina!
I'd like to contribute to the Carolina cheerleader defense fund.Free
the brave Pantherettes! |
Read the story here.
Go Carolina.
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From: Casey R.
Subject: Fucking Eagles of your ASS!!!
Football is Kick Ass. It is a great way to get out and really cut
loose with the dudes!
Step One: Get really nice before the big match-up. By really
nice I mean, like share your iceHouse with your fellow Brohs.
REALLY share 'em. Like this: "HEY BROH? drink a fuckin' iceHouse
you pussy or I'll football your fucking FACE! WHOOOOOOOO!!! EAGLES!!!"
Step two: On the way to the pisser during "Little Penis 4x4 rebate
on Hemi month" commercials, stick your dick in the fuckin' cool
ranch chips. Then on the way back to your broh's sucky couch designed
to make dudes sit way too close maybe even touching, grab a steak
sized fist full of chips (cool ranch) (in your mouth) and be like,
"BROH's Who's the noodledick that ate all the fuckin' chips,broh!?
Haaaaaghh, Haaaaaghh!!! Fuckin' HaaAAGHH!"
Step Three: ASS OUT!!! BIG TIME!!! Like this: "Who ate all the
fuckin' cool ranches and then drank all my iceHouse, motherfuckers?
WHO DID IT? I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR BROH'S ASS IF HE DID IT!!!
YOU AND THE COLTS SUCK ASS, BROH! I'D KILL YOU IF THIS WEREN'T
MY BROH'S HOUSE. EAGLES!!! YOUR FAGGY COUCH MAKES ME WANT BROH
ASS LIKE FUCKIN' CRAZY, BROH! FOOTBALL!!!! FUCKIN' A EAAGLEZZZ!!!
AAAARRRGH! FUCKIN' FOOTBALL GODDAMMIT, I'LL KICK YOUR ASS!!!!
BROHHHHHH, FUUUUUCKIN RAAAAAAHGHH"
Step four: Be like "Dude, i am so hung over broh. who won last
nite? I was so pissed off at the way broh kept not caring if his
knee was hitting mine on that faggy couch. Is Johnson here yet,
he owes me a ten spot for all the iceHouse his fuckin shitty ass
drank. Goddammit, who's week is it for fucking donuts? I could
kill some fuckin extreme cool ranch fucking donuts, broh." |
Ah Christ…
Go Eagles.
So now Terrell Owens in on an indefinitely suspension and will likely
be cut loose. It's not like teams won't line up for him. I'm sure he'll
land on his feet somewhere nice. Like Oakland.
Fuck it. If they trade Owens, they should offload McNabb at the same
time. If I have to see his shit eating grin after throwing a ball into
his receivers feet one more time…
I'll kill myself.
More at philly.com.
I can't find anything to substantiate the following quote. So, basically,
I have no idea if Cheney actually said this.
But I kinda hope he did.
"High gas prices are a sign of a failed presidency."
~Dick Cheney, 1998
This shit is played out like Summer Wheatly.
Bike ride. Today. Me. No shit.
I went downtown this morning early to sit on a street corner and watch
the undead stumble from bar to bar at seven in the mon ring. Homecoming
weekend for NAU means one thing: Tequila Sunrise.
Stay up all night and really kick yourself in the nuts with cheap tequila
drinks. Shit. It was 34 degrees when I left my place at 6:30. There
were girls crab walking down the street in short skirts and tank tops.
Damn things looked like they should be frozen. But, enough anti-freeze
and I guess it ain't so bad.
Big Pun called when I was furniture shopping. Yep. I said it. Furniture
shopping. He laughed his ass off. The bastard.
Anyway, he was going to actually make the "group ride". I
hadn't touched that one with a ten foot pole for months. I decided today
was my day.
I was running late. What else is new. I rode straight out Lake Mary.
I met up with the group, of what passes for the group the first weekend
in November 'round these parts, at the boat dock. They had stopped and
were getting ready to turn around.
Fucking cool with me, Daddy-o.
Three of them where on eighties steel. Downtube levers and platform
pedals. One girl had a single speed. Chain around the big ring, maybe
a 52, and mid freewheel. Maybe a 17. 27 Ľ steel wheels. Foam rubber
'round the bars. And a rack no the back. I'm talking the whole nine
yards.
She was eating cheerios out of a plastic bag.
And she rode.
Fucking cool.
I've got to ride with these people more often. Way more fun than the
usual bunch of douchenozzles playing up a little Pony Boy Curtis at
the Saturday Morning World Championships.
Stay gold, Pony Boy. Stay gold.
Later in the day was NAU's home coming game. I went. And left in the
forth quarter when NAU was getting the crap beat out of them 19 - zip.
It ended up 23 - zip.
At there fucking home coming game.
The bastards.
On a different note, this one
sounds to me like one should just never buy music again. Ever.
If that's the way they want to play ball, fine. I'll download everything
from now on.
I spent most of this week moving into a new office. Yeah, I got me
a straight job to complement the Big Cash I'm pulling down from this
pill party of a website. Bitch, please. Anyway, moved a bunch of shit
across town and tried to get it all sorted. Kinda hard to actually work
without a phone, fax or internet connection.
As of Friday afternoon we had one of the three. It doesn't even matter
which one it was in the end. You can't do much with out all three.
Put in a few long days and still don't have things unpacked or sorted
out. Hence the shortness, or complete lack of updates these last few
days.
So, I'm at this new office space and it's time for that first time
in the new bathroom. An exciting prospect. Where is the damn thing anyway?
I find it. The door is locked. I have no idea how big this thing is,
whether it can handle more than one at a time. Seems this one is built
for solo efforts. I'm standing in the hall and I hear my man grunting
and moaning.
He's really giving it a workout. Jesus. Sounds like a crime scene in
progress.
He's shuffling something about between guttural outbursts. What is
that? I know. He's reading the paper. Some the fuck on, dude. There
is more than just you're fat ass in this world.
I give the handle another shake to let him know I'm still out here.
It's been minutes.
I'm in the hallway. Just standing there like a fucking asshole.
He comes out, finally. Beads of sweat on his forehead. Jumbled up newspaper
under his arm. I see this is his usual routine. That ain't your fucking
personnel library, pal.
I roll in, get a look around the joint, and God damn if it ain't a
crime scene. I give it a courtesy flush before I can even consider my
own work.
Lets just say my man didn't exactly police the campground for litter
when he packed up and left.
The seat was warm. Warm. As in "not cold". And that was,
um, not comfortable.
In many circumstances a warm seat is a nice thing. As in heated car
seats. Nice. Comfortable. Relaxing. This was not like that. Not at all.
Not relaxing.
This was something altogether different. This was gay sex.
Not that there is anything wrong with that.
Steve Garro posted a little something in the forum. You can see it
here.
Drop him a line. I'm sure he'd be glad to hear from ya. One link for
today. What do you want, it's Friday for Christ's sake.
The one link:
dailykos.com/story/2005/11/3/0222/44353
Audi 5000
Something about a hump, a day and getting to the other side.
Still no riding. And I don't see a change on the horizon. I think I
can get used to this "sit in front of the fire and read" as a hobby
instead of the "ride in the dark by yourself" option.
For another couple of days anyway.
dudemanphat.blogspot.com
cnn.com/2005/WORLD/europe/11/01/france.riots.ap/index.html
maddogmedia.com
velonews.com/news/fea/9118.0.html
billmon.org/archives/002324.html
nitpicker.blogspot.com/2005/10/soul-of-victor-davis-hanson.html
Be sure to check out the rest of nitpicker.
There is some damn good stuff in there.
Maybe I'll ride a bike this weekend?
Yeah. Whatever.
Maybe I'll rake up pine needles in my lawn and drink beer all day instead.
I'd say that sounds like a far better plan. I guess I could always do
it kited up in full lycra if I feel the need.
This weekend is the NAU homecoming game. Somehow I ended up with a
pair of tickets. Don't really know how that happened. But its football
and I will probably go. Just to see the home team get their dicks knocked
in the dirt.
It's like that.
I will not be writing about the latest nominee for the Supreme Court.
I will not be writing about the closed door session of the Senate today.
I will not be writing about Al Franken's new book. I will not be writing
about the Philadelphia Eagles. And I won't mention the NY Times is attempting
to extort money out of my ass like I'm a mother fucking ready-teller.
For if I do, blood will pour from my eyes and my head will explode.
I will, however, drink.
I think I had all of 15 kids come by my house last night. Seems all
my hard work of fucking up my front lawn with and parking shitty cars
at odd angles has paid off. And I'm swimming in the left over candy
proceeds, bitch.
Watch out for the fat man.
And so it goes.
cyclocrossworld.com/News.cfm?...
flickr.com/photos/static-photo/sets/1263192/?page=2
cgi.ebay.com/Trek-9-8-Elite-Carbon-OCLV-Large-19-5-Race-X-Lite...ViewItem
skibbysez.blogspot.com
ananova.com/news/story/sm_1589075.html?menu=news.quirkies
chicrosscup.com
cnn.com/2005/POLITICS/11/01/senate.iraq.ap/index.html
sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?...#story
bbc.co.uk/dna/mb606/F2241577?thread=1247780
I haven't been riding, not even to work. And I don't seem to miss it
yet. I will, I'm sure. Sooner or later. But right now just walking around
and looking at trees is enough excitement for me. That's right. Walking.
Looking at trees. Enough. For. Me.
How far I've fallen.
Shit. Sitting in my living room and drinking beer is enough excitement
for me at the moment. Or, to be more exact, sitting in front of this
fucking laptop and mixing up caucasians
is enough excitement for me at the moment. More than enough, actually.
I'm easy to please.
For some reason as I fuck around with the 17 bikes in the garage, I
feel the need to build up a single speed cross bike. Of course, I already
have a geared cross bike. But it's not a single speed. And therefore
it is lacking.
Go figure.
Some things just can't be helped. And some problems can be solved by
throwing money at them. My bike "problem" being one.
And solved is a stretch anyway. More like "temporarily postponed".
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