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Saturday, April 29, 2006
cara   I   athena   I   dena

Got in some Prescott action today. Rode almost the whole Whiskey 25 loop. Almost. Ran outta time, juice, and motivation. Turned right instead of left after three plus hours and was back at the car in twenty minutes.

Sometimes it happens like that, know what I mean?

Unless something really special happens in the next two weeks, I'm going to have, um, issues, with the 50. LIke, I'm going to die out there. And they'll find my bones come spring thaw.

But, jonny they'll say, there isn't any snow in Prescott... I'll die just the same. Trust me. Come wind, rain, sleet or snow. If there is one thing I can do, it's die.

[tucson ] tucsonweekly.com/gbase/Currents/Content?oid=oid:81582
[dance, monkeys, dance] ernestcline.com/dmd
[emo kids & fat chicks] petitionspot.com/petitions/Emokidslaidbyfatchicks
[pizza] thesmokinggun.com/archive/0427061pizza1.html
[wack] hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/F/FAKED_DOG_DEATH
[sheen] thesmokinggun.com/archive/0421061sheen1.html

We may be in a drought, but some things look to be workin' out:

  From: JH
Subject: PAYSON STAMPEDE IS A GO!
Despite severe drought conditions in Arizona, the Forest Service has given the PAYSON STAMPEDE the green light. Forest closures will not affect the Second Annual Payson Stampede scheduled for Payson, Arizona on June 17-18, 2006.

The PAYSON STAMPEDE, a 24 hour endurance mountain bike race, takes place in the Tonto National Forest just outside of Payson, Arizona. Solo and relay divisions are offered. New this year are 12 hour and 6 hour races.

For entry information or for more information on the race, go to tucsonracing.com


Friday, April 28, 2006
bobby   I   anita   I   nautica

Happy Friday everyone. We made it through to the other side.

No small feat if your life is anything like mine. Anyway, got in a few hours in the saddle this week. Something I am quite happy about. Quite happy indeed.

Sorta like I'm happy 'bout Limbaugh. His pain, my gain.

  From: Brian
Subject: damn right it was a good day
Ahhh, what a way to start the weekend. A nice commute home to flog my non-riding carcass. Good.

Get home, make myself a drinky drink and fire up the computer. Getting better.

Hit the net and see that Rush Limbaugh is getting busted again for prescription meds. Beauty... msnbc.msn.com/id/12536446

It's all about the karma....

AMF
Brian (sorry, too lame for a nickname)

More on the fat bastard over at talkingpointsmemo.com

Can't wait for his mug shot to show up on the smoking gun

Dump of links:

[it's all for show] boston.com/...congress_struggles_to_act_on_gas_prices
[horner] cyclingnews.com/road/2006/...romandie_horner
[holy shit] cyclingnews.com/photos/2006/giro06/gallery-corones
[you're kidding...] lovechess.nl/games/index.php
[crazy] seattletimes.nwsource.com/APWires/headlines/D8H90EC00.html
[race team] mstreetracing.blogspot.com
[oh boy] charlotte.com/mld/charlotte/news/14438495.htm
[rollins] 21361.com/site_2004/main_dispatches.html
[fun] pimpmysnack.com
[bush] boingboing.net/2006/04/16/gw_bushs_ipod_contai.html

Well, shitty fuck damn. What's poppin? Looks I'll be working on some more saddle time this weekend. 'Cause my fat ass needs it. They aren't any shortcuts to fitness. At least not that I can get my hands on in this redneck town. This is hard work and miles.

I'll be eating miles like my name was pac-man. Or, Jake Rubelt.


Thursday, April 27, 2006
catalina cruz   I   nice socks dude   I   terri christmas

Actually got some riding in this week. And, with it, my attitude changed for the better. Go figure, right? So long depressive episode, hello unbridled enthusiasm.

Or something like that.

The Whiskey 50 is just around the bend. I'm looking forward to this one. Like all the Epic Rides events, it's more fun than a barrel of drunk monkeys. Which, incidentally, is quite fun indeed.

Fifty miles? I'm so going to die.

Lets just hope I die well.

I rode out by Fisher Point for the first time in years today. There is a rather large neighborhood of expensive houses and requisite golf course where the old route once lay. So I went at it from the west. No idea what the name of half the shit I rode is, but I can assure you it was a ripper. Good stuff.

Once at the Point of Fisher I dorked about on some of the Arizona Trail and realized, once again, that I live smack dab on the middle of hundreds of miles of singletrack. There is so much of the good stuff out this way. More than you can ride in the year, trust me on that one.

On second thought; it sucks here. Stay away. Locals only. Keep Tahoe Blue.

Whatever. If you come through, just remember to tip the ladies.

Links:

[sweet] helpwinthisbet.com
[horner rocks] velonews.com/race/int/articles/9798.0.html
[game] newgrounds.com/portal/view/118826
[ethics] thinkprogress.org/2006/04/27/abandon-ethics
[ninjas] askaninja.com/video-format/quicktime

A new one from our African correspondent, Tall Todd:

  From: Tall Todd
Subject: Namibia- From here on out, it's this side up
Windhoek, Namibia.

I have taken a few days off after our rest in Botswana and have gone ahead on my own to Namibia. Part of the reason was to secure our arrangements to visit Sousevlei, the mountain-sized red sand dunes of the Namib Desert, and partly to take a much-needed sanity break from the tour. The tour has gone well, but looking after and living with what has now swelled to close to 60 riders is starting to be a bit of a grind. My new favorite phrase has become, "Don't worry, you'll be one of the people who I reload before I kill". So yes, it was time for a break. Arrangements are made and I am left with plenty of time to walk around this city that looks a whole lot like most of southern California (except with more razor wire and electric fences).

The tour and my part in it have been going well. Even though the grind of over 3 months of living with each other is taking its toll, people are generally energized and enjoying their days on the bike. No major incidents to report, other than one woman has broken her elbow and will not be able to finish the ride. It is a shame for her, as she is one of the original participants who started in Cairo. But, she has vowed to fly back to Cape Town to meet us at the finish and possibly even take a painful ride across the finish line.

Cranking it out

When we entered Zambia, we began cranking out the miles as the direction turned westerly and we headed across the continent. Luckily for us, the daily rains ended in Zambia and we have had great weather for the longer days. I rode more and really enjoyed Zambia. It was uncrowded, had friendly locals and was filled with rolling hills. We expressed it across the southern edge of the country, passing near the Mozambique border, and headed to Livingstone. For being the "Adrenaline Capital of Africa", Livingstone is really quite a dusty little sleepy town. The main attraction is, of course, Victoria Falls.

It is nearly impossible to describe Vic Falls, but I cannot emphasize enough that you have to see it. The face of the falls is over a mile across and you stand across the gorge from the face of the falls, only about 100 meters away from it. It is like being hit with a fire hose from the overspray of the falls and the noise is thunderous.

We left Livingstone gobsmacked from our Vic Falls experience, as our Brit friends would say, and rolled into Botswana. All of Botswana is one false flat, so the riding was not the most exciting. But, I did manage to have two near sightings of wildlife. One was an elephant about the size of a house that came out of the bush about 20 yards from us. The other was a Wild Dog that was on an attack run towards the group of cyclists ahead of me. He pulled up only about 20 yards from, realizing they were people and not a colorful herd of antelope, and sprinted back into the bush. I spoke to the trio at lunch and not one of them had a clue that they were nearly dog food. Neither time did I get a photo, as I was too busy planning my escape.

This weekend will bring us two weeks to go and I can say, "Thank god for that". We turn south from Windhoek and head on our final leg to South Africa. This has been a crazy, amazing and at times trying trip but everyday has been an experience. At this point, it's like the end of Senior year (except I wasn't getting drunk in the afternoons on my Senior year) and we are on cruise control. I am hoping we can all stay safe and healthy as we roll into Cape Town. Not sure if I will get another email out before the end, but I'll drop you a line before Charlene and I head to Kilimanjaro. For those of you actually following the race, I am putting my money on the two leaders Matt, from the ol USA and iron-woman Joan from South Africa to finish on top. Hopefully, they stay healthy and motivated.

Talk to you later,
Todd

Sometimes I wonder if he'll ever come back…


Wednesday, April 26, 2006
cody   I   nikki   I   anita dark

The God damned Midweek hump. Yee haa. Can't wait to get up over this bastard. I'm ready for the downside of this thing. Ride the wave straight into the weekend. Fiddle while Rome burns and all that good stuff.

Speaking of riding, it's time to ride a bike. I need it bad. I'm so sick and tired of sitting around getting soft. Charlie's out in the bush. I'm in here. Getting softer.

Every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker, and every minute Charlie squats in the bush, he gets stronger.

Link dump:

[blog] wolfblog.net
[rice] washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/04/21/...
[thank you jesus] tpmmuckraker.com/archives/000469.php
[oh mary] tpmcafe.com/node/29176
[dedovshchina] viceland.com/int/v13n4/htdocs/full.php?country=us
[blog] myspace.com/kaiserjan
[badass] dischord.com/main.shtml
[rove] huffingtonpost.com/...who-asked-rove-to-return

That's about it. I'm going riding. Audi 5000.


Tuesday, April 25, 2006
boroka   I   tanya & maria   I   hillary

Getting into the gist of the work week. Sorta. Maybe. Kinda. I've been so jammed up lately, I'm not getting shit done for updates. So many great ideas and no fucking time to do anything about it.

Too bad the site doesn't bring in mad cash. I could be sitting at home, recovering from a nice ride, and writing jokes. Wouldn't that be something?

Instead I'm sitting here breaking big rocks into little tiny ones. Sucking dick for beer money. Riding this office chair like it was a mule.

And other things not fit to print.

[blog] flicklives.blogspot.com
[blog] manuel-estimulo.blogspot.com/jesus-is-deadhave-chocolate-egg
[millar] velonews.com/race/int/articles/9787.0.html
[bush] thinkprogress.org/2006/04/25/bush-biking
[bush] democrats.com/node/8712
[bush] roanoke.com/printer/printpage.aspx?arcID=46210
[water crisis] salon.com/books/int/2006/04/25/pearce/index_np.html

Let's get to the email.

  From: Legs Lehman
Subject: Saul
This morning I received some great news from Saul’s mom. He has continued to improve and is now breathing on his own. At this rate they are hoping that he will be stable enough to travel home to Georgia a week from today. This is an optimistic plan, but Saul’s progress continues to amaze everyone so they believe that it is also a realistic plan. Please continue to keep Saul and his family in your thoughts.

Tough kid.

  From: Joe
Subject: A _great_ clothes catalog
Hi Jonny,
Here's a new concept in clothing marketing:
sexpacking.com/home.php

I have to admit I didn't watch the men + men catalog because I'm scared but the others are pretty cool.

That just might be the ticket to move units. Why not, right?


Monday, April 24, 2006
crystal   I   ashton   I   redhead for dave

Fuck a Monday. There. I said it.

Say it loud. Say it proud.

Ah, whatever. At least I got to fire up some brats on the grill last night, heave the bacce balls around the yard and knock back a few brews.

Life could be worse, right?

Pretty good weekend, all things considered. Not as much riding as I would have liked, but that's the way it works out sometimes. Think Coach will be upset that I didn't meet his hourly requirement? Not hittin my billables. Such is life.

Maybe I'll get some riding in this week? God, I hope so. Another one of the Arizona bozos who decided to put in for Leadville asked me if I was "putting pain in the bank" yet. Not as much as I should, I replied. Kinda like retirement savings. Wish I was doing more, but I'll have to live with what I've got.

We all do.

Today's links:

[midterm elections] talkingpointsmemo.com/archives/008270.php
[porter goss] prospect.org/web/page.ww?section...10472
[end of days?] savetheinternet.com
[blog] manicmtbr.blogspot.com
[oh fuck] myspace.com/easterbunnyhatesyou
[blog] cuteoverlord.blogspot.com
[bad ass rig] sportsmobile.com/3_bikes.html
[crazy] youtube.com/watch?v=RjrEQaG5jPM

That's about it for now. I'll try not to kill myself today. Tomorrow - no promises.


Friday, April 21, 2006
christina   I   stacy   I   crissy moran

Happy Friday everybody. You feel it, you know it. The blessed weekend has arrived.

Yee haa. Can't come soon enough as far as I'm concerned. And it sure does pass quick like. Kinda weird that way, ain't it?

Today's super fun happy links:

[cheney] nypost.com/news/nationalnews/62704.htm
[cool] asilvertouch.com
[race] urbanassaultrace.com/index.php
[iran] washingtonmonthly.com/archives/individual/2006_04...
[the way it was] webcastgroup.com/client/start.asp?wid=0670224062155
[race] pittsburghpedalpushers.blogspot.com
[jesus] jesusmuseum.com/
[jesus 2] jesus21.com/index.php?s=default
[harris] majorityreportradio.com/weblog/archives/003989.php
[missionary supplies] liahona-bike.com
[ham dog] i14.photobucket.com/...Garbage/Hamdog_big.jpg

We got a shit ton of email coming at ya.

  From: John
Subject: I don't care how they do it in California
Jonny,
What the fuck? I'm riding my bike on phoenix, and some asshole in a SUV swings around the corner from Beaver, and buzzes me- like a foot away. I yell "Settle Down!" He slams on his brakes, pulls a U and comes back at me around 30-35 mph. Stopping another foot away from where me and my brother are standing. Enraged at my outlandish comment he gets in my face ( and when I say that, I mean he was a whole 4 inches from me) and starts yelling about how he's going to punch me in the fuckin' face if I don't shut my fuckin' mouth, etc. I was pretty arrogant about it, and scoffed at his terrible tobacco stained breath. He was just running his mouth, and I knew it. I told him he was going to be going to jail in a few hours, and I asked him how that felt. "This is assault, I thought you should know. I'm going to call the police now, and I have your license plate number. I suggest you go back to Phoenix where you are from". He flipped at that comment. "I'm not from Phoenix! I've been here for ten years, you fuckin' idiot!" "Well", I replied,"it seems it's ten years too long, so go back to LA, this isn't how we do it in Flagstaff". He got back in his SUV and took off, swearing out his window. His plate is GYR 337. Beware, there are some assholes out there.

From the cold hard streets of Flag-Vegas,
John "No Creative Nickname"

P.S. It would be nice to have had a can of pepper spray, to watch him squirm and throw his keys on the roof of Altitudes... C'est la Vie.

The cold hard streets of Flagstaff…

  From: someone
Subject: something
The government was always right and never apologized;

Any dissent was suppressed, ridiculed, banned or worse;

Secret prisons were denied and never acknowledged or spoken about;

The torture of captives was condoned;

State incarceration was not subject to the checks and balances of a legal system;

Economic plans, like for oil, were established/determined in closed sessions between politicos, commissars and production managers, far outside public view, and where government claimed privilege in so doing;

Wages were set at the lowest common denominator, no matter what Bloc country you were in;

Government agents had access to your medical records, your library records, your telephone, and your e-mail.

A place where judicial power and judicial review were proclaimed concepts, but simply ignored in application;

Where criminal records of young adults were closed to all but the military;

Where a Constitution was a mere facade and ignored by state actors.

Any dissent, debate and protest were deemed unpatriotic;

The public media was bought, paid for, and provided by the state;

The military clandestinely and shamelessly influenced the national media and public opinion;

A place where wrong was declared right;

Where tapping a phone was like tapping a pencil;

Where lying was considered a patriotic skill;

The extraction of natural resources was paramount to any concern for the environment and the impact on the health of its people;

Where the use of "state secrets", (those things embarrassing to the government) were confused with legitimate issues of "national security";

A place where "secrecy" and "national security" were used to control debate;

Where legitimate secrecy, was subject to political use and abuse;

Where "legislators" were mere mouthpieces for and rubberstamps of whoever was in power;

Where you lived and died with the permission of the government;

A place where foreign policy was more important than domestic concerns;

Where fear was used as a political weapon and an acceptable means of control;

Where the best medical care was reserved for the influential;

Where wealth was concentrated in the top 5%;

A place where there was no middle class -- just a small economic and political elite, and the working poor.

The man has a point.

Today's joke:

  Saturday morning I got up early, put on my long johns, dressed quietly, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, slipped quietly into the garage to hook the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.

There was snow mixed with the rain, and the wind was blowing 50 mph. I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad throughout the day.

I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. There I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible."

She sleepily replied, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that shit.

Ouch.

  From:
Subject:
Jonny, ack i have nothing to say now. however, I think , instinctively, you need a themed, monday thru friday regiment.

Monday can be cooking:

there can be editorials on which cytomax flavors go best with rum?

post race recipes:

1 scoop chocolate recovery drink
1 cup milk
1 cup coffee
1 cup vodka

Tuesday can be alternative fuel sources

Training with ethanol.
Wine< the only liquid that every debonked me.

Wednesday can be fashion, etc..

Seriously, though you should start to figure out how to start "delegating".. you have plenty of content and good people..

Theme posts? Shit. Might even work.

  From: Smokey
Subject: Fed/Ex Kinkos freaking Nazis
Just thought I'd drop you a note. Fed/Ex Kinkos will not allow a user to access your informative/educational site. Something about "not allowed". Fuckers. And to think I was paying 10 cents p/min to use their freaking lines.

Fascist pigs.

I'm sorry to hear about that.

Is being banned a form of legitimacy?

One in from our African Correspondent:

  From: Tall Todd
Subject: 3 is the magic number
Malawi.
Hi gang,

It's been a bit of an up and down for me since last writing. Turns out the crash was just the start of a run of bad luck for me. All is ending up well, but it was rough getting here. I'll start with Malawi, where we have been for the past week. It's freaking beautiful. The people are very friendly and the landscape has been varied for such a small country.

For me..... well.......... The day after I wrote the last email, I was wrenching my way down a line of bikes and i was hit by a sudden "about to have a fever" ache. My co-conspirators claimed it was a hangover, but i wasn't so sure. When eating a plate of food, I noticed a red stripe running up my thigh. Apparently my minor run-in with an acacia bush had blossomed into full-scale blood poisoning. I put a stop to my fixing of bikes and put myself to bed with a high fever. For the next few days I started every morning with a Panadol, Clavamox, Doxycyclene, Ibuprofen breakfast. Well they did the trick, but I forgot about the whole sun-sensitivity (Doxy)/nausea (clavamox) thing. So when we dropped 1,500 meters into a swampish Malawian bush camp, what do I do? Parade around with my shirt off, eating a recovery meal of Nutella, Pringles and other melted chocolate bars, of course! Well the gods took me down hard on that one, and I am now know as "The guy most likely to puke in camp" after throwing up, yet again, in the midst of everyone. So the next day is time to get back on the horse, straight into a soaking downpour. It has rained every day since we left Kenya and it doesn't look to be letting up anytime soon. The rain lets up as we reach town and we visit a hotel that has a kitchen. Of course, it's a brothel, but they manage to make a mean chip omlette (egg w/ french fries in it) and we leave incident free. I leave early so as not to have my sick self hold the group up and manage to limp to lunch before calling it a day and riding into camp on the truck. If I would have been able to lift my head, i would have seen some impressive views of Lake Malawi. I don't know too many facts about the lake, but it is massive and seems to occupy about 1/4 of the whole area of Malawi. It creates it's own micro climate and we were able to sit on the shore and see a lot of cloudbursts around the area. Judgement Day

Chitimba Beach meant the close of Mustache March and the chance for me to feel some tiny bit of justification for spending a month looking like a pervert. Before the competition of the evening, we were asked to name our moustaches. I had 2 names, one mild the other, well.... At the advice of Corey ("Creepy always wins"), I went with "The Uncle You're not Allowed to Hug" for the name of my mustache. The judging was close and I think that I came in a well-earned third to a creepier Canadian and an unstoppable Kiwi. My consolation prize was a can of out of date Tuna, so i don't feel too bad about winning all of the useless items up for grabs. The next day out of camp and I decided to grab a ride on the trucks to relax from a busy "Rest Day" of tuning competitors bikes. About 3km up the escarpment and we run into a truck that has managed to turn itself perpendicular to the road and be bogged down in the mud. We set up a small camp, made tea and sandwiches and killed the time by playing "guess how many are in the mini-bus". After 4 hours of waiting the driver pulled the truck forward the necessary 10 feet and we were off again. From being in a couple of other tie-ups, i know that chaos was about to ensue with the road re-opening, so as i was running with a heavy tire block, manage to trip and do my best Pete Rose slide across a diesel soaked gravel shoulder. My initial, "Gee, that looked silly" was replaced by, "Owww, f'ing oww, owwwwww!". I managed to tear a decent sized hole in my elbow and the palm of my hand. After cleaning me up, I have been fortunate to get a rinse of my wounds every day from the never-ending rain that we have been in. It has been since we left Kenya that we have had 24 hours without rain. The fall seems to have broken my string of bad luck, and the superstitious types say that bad luck comes in 3's, so hopefully I am in the clear. We press on to Zambia in a few days and i am definitely getting a geography lesson on a sliver of Africa I knew very little about. Off to get some groceries, as we are in a very modern Lilongwe. Talk to you all soon and wish me luck walking.


Thursday, April 20, 2006
catalina cruz   I   patricia   I   lesbians rule

My one goal to day is to actually ride a bike today. Odds are not stacked in my favor.

Like they ever are, right?

Straight to the damn links:

[I decide] decider.cf.huffingtonpost.com
[comic] sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/gate/archive/2006/...
[chappelle conspiracy?] chappelletheory.com/index.html
[chappelle on oprah] washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006...
[race] transiowa.blogspot.com

  From: Corey the Courier
Subject: The pure truth/leap of faith
I love Philadelphia because if you ride your bike enough to be recognized as a biker and drink enough to be recognized as a drunk, you will get all of your lost bike stuff returned to you the next morning when you apologize for calling everyone a cunt, pissing in the middle of the street, require frightened citizens to call the police and/or fire department, punch your best friend in the face, multiple times and puke in someone's shoes.

Don't believe me? Try it. It really works here.

Disclaimer: You can't be an asshole while you are sober though, no one will drink with you.

Corey the Courier
Philly Phorever

Kinda reminds me of the time a friend of mine woke up in the back seat of his car down in Tempe one morning. He looked around, and didn't recognize the neighborhood, figured it was time to drive home. Crawled up front, and the keys were already in the ignition. Gave 'em a twist and nothing happened. Jiggled 'em around, tried it again, no dice. Figured his car was fucked and that's why he slept in the back. Then he looked a little closer at the interior of the car.

This was not his car.

Same make and model. But not his. This was someone else car. Since this was not the best situation one could find himself in, he pulled his keys and stepped out of the vehicle. Took a quick glance over at the house the car was in front of to see if anyone was watching him through the window and dialing up the cops Looked clear. Time to hit the bricks.

He walked, stumbled actually, two doors down, and there was his bike in the front lawn of someone else's house. Good thing he decided to walk that way and not the other. Threw a leg over the old girl and rode home.

Let's hear it for drunk cyclists.


Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Heidi   I   oh my   I   peach

Happy Bicycle Day everybody.

You would think that in the twenty odd hours since I sat down a beer and this keyboard I would have thought of something interesting to say. Yeah right. The truth hurts, baby. I ain't got shit.

The other day I was talking to my father on the telephone. He asked me how my legs felt. I didn't understand what he meant at first. Turns out he read my update on the Squealer and was busing my balls for being such a complaining wimp.

Made me happy on two points: He read the site. And he didn't miss a chance to run me a bit.

God damn that was cool.

Lets get some links up and out the way, shall we?

[word up] itmfa.com
[owens] us.etrade.com/e/t/invest/story?market_watch
[strock case] velonews.com/news/fea/9763.0.html
[wood] treehugger.com/files/2006/04/the_sandwich_bi.php
[huffy forever] huffybikes.com
[fun] cycleforthemba.org.uk/Blog/2006/04/moustache-march.html
[snow job] mediamatters.org/items/200604190003
[bad ass] vivalasvegas.net/gallery.php
[even more bad ass] juliescoggins.com/dancing_outlaw_page.htm

I've been sitting here with my laptop propped up on a helmet box in my lap, a cold beer on the table, and my baby in a swing next to me. Thinks couldn't be better.

I guess I could be watching a new season of the Chappelle show instead of this rehashed old bullshit. Even if if is pretty damn funny rehashed old bullshit.

C'mom Chappelle, get in there and make me proud. You're not making any money sitting at home. Might as well be making something.

  From: dejay
Subject: Tis the season for skeezin'
Get your pimp hand ready!

Saturday, April 22nd is the fourth annual "Pimp and Ho Ball" at Hotlicks Saloon in Old Bisbee. Dress up as either a Pimp or a Ho, bring your bitches and your pimp cup. Shennanigans aplenty are sure to be afoot! (??) There will be an epic ride planned for that morning out to Parker Canyon Lake and back, hitting all the usual trails along the way (Brown Canyon, Three Bitches, Sawmill, Crest, AZT, and Parker Lake loop) for a total of about 50 hard ass miles. Expect to be out there for about 6-8 hours! Disclaimer: This ride may contain any or all of the following: rocks, long-ass climbs, short steep-ass climbs, hike-a-bikes, killer views, buff singletrack, more rocks, cows, deer, antelope, fast rocky downhills, illegal aliens, random bonking, trees(vertical and horizontal), rocks, mom bashing and fun!

After the ride we will probably head to Bisbee for dinner at the Grill (or where ever), followed by The Ball! For anyone still able to turn a pedal Sunday morning, there will be a 2-3 hr ride on the Bisbee Secret Stash of singletrack. If Saturdays ride and the Ball don't kill you, this just might!

Saturday ride will start from the southeast corner of the Sierra Vista Mall parking lot (off of Hwy 92 south), by Sears, at 7:00 A.M.

Sunday ride will start from the Bisbee Coffee Co. at 10:00 A.M., followed by breakfast (or lunch) at the Bisbee Breakfast Club.

The Pimp and Ho Ball will be 8:00 P.M. untill???

Keep the rubber side down!

Sounds like Bisbee is the place to be this coming weekend.


Tuesday, April 18, 2006
3 way   I   arwyn   I   friends

Getting into the work week swing and hating every minute of it. Some things never change.

So, what else is new? The weather is great, the trails are great. The wind is a killer, so mtb it is these days. Am I getting out there and riding? Not enough, not nearly enough.

Go figure.

Linky links:

[big time tag] stillfree.com
[one of us] comics.com/comics/frazz/archive/frazz-20060416.html
[fun] ezprezzo.com/videoclips/pipe_dream.html
[kitten natividad] usedwigs.com/interview_kitten.html
[meyer] tvspielfilm.msn.de/stars/archiv?
[pin ups] javasbachelorpad.com/f_index.html
[wow] jahsonic.com
[doochenozzle] rancidkoolaid.com
[hero] mcall.com/news/local/all-b2_3wargo-1apr18,0,379408.story
[yosh] law.stanford.edu/publications/lawyer/issues/69/bolten.html
[delay] redistrictdelay.cf.huffingtonpost.com
[bad dog] youtube.com/watch?...

That's it. A short one tonight. Good night.


Monday, April 17, 2006
terri summers   I   anita dark   I   jesse capelli

What a weekend. I'm kinda sad it's over. Ok, I'm really sad it's over.

We had ourselves a little Squealer action down in the Valley. And by no means was I prepared for a 17 mile off road time trial on what can only be called "demanding" single track.

Yeah, I fell off a few times. Even managed to nut myself across the rear wheel of my two niner when I really blew it on some downhill stupidity.

And, yes, it hurt like hell.

I had to take a little break after that one. Just take a minute to enjoy the view, and wait for the nausea to pass. Good times.

Jimbo came up on my whilst I "recovered" and told me to get a move on. Not much sympathy out of that pig crazy bastard, eh?

Since Jimbo is having "site issues, I put the results from the Squealer over here. It was a banner year, with the Men's and Women's course records falling. And I set a record for slowest drunk fat guy in the history of the event. Thank you.

Today's linky links.

[race] racemichaux.com
[wallpapers] skylighters.org/larry
[my pic] skylighters.org/larry/finallybooze.jpg
[protest] downtownexpress.com/de_118/thenakedtrtuh.html
[fun] coolhunting.com
[bjork] unit.bjork.com

Squealer. I hurt everywhere. My hands, my shoulders. My legs. Pain. Why do I do this to myself?

I can't wait till the next one.


Friday, April 14, 2006
hannah   I   tatiana   I   crissy moran

Happy Friday

And, no, I don't ever get sick of saying it.

Nor do I ever get sick of the work week ending. The job? Yeah, they pay me to do it. I'm a whore.

Just like the rest of you.

Today's fine link assortment:

[oh shitty] .yahoo.com/s/ap/20060414/ap_on_re_us/microwave_killing
[blog] upsidedownbiker.blogspot.com/
[tunes] kexp.org/aspnet_client/SpecialMediaGroup/...1080
[insane] talkingpointsmemo.com/archives/008221.php
[ouch] cyclingnews.com/photos/...roubaix_postbikes/Hincapie_Bike_Close_up
[buckley] townhall.com/opinion/columns/wfbuckley/2006/04/13/193705.html
[politics] fark.com/politics

At least this shit is working for someone.

  From: Dirty Kate
Subject: RE: rolling stone
I think you just got me a date with the cute courier. I was on DC, laughing at you and your computer problems--not in a mean way (get a damn mac already--I've never had problems with mine and its so easy on the user AND its cooler) and the courier happened to see over my shoulder. And he goes "you're reading drunkcyclist?" real incredulous. I guess I'm sort of corporate looking at work or whatever would make him think I'm not down. That, and I'm not a cyclist. But I know a few. Which is what I told him. And then he's chatting with me, sorta asking me about my weekend and asked me why I was icing my shoulder, so I told him I play rugby. Then he asked my name....and then, I guess, it all clicked for him. And he got this real devious grin on his face, and I go "yeah, that's me". And he said "you're not what I pictured". Apparently, I am very innocent/not predatory looking/not clad in a black plether catwoman-esk unitard. Anyways, so he told me his friends in a band, I should come by their show tonight. All because of you and your marigold colored porn splashed website. Thanks.

A very wise man once told me something. He said, friends help friends.

Tomorrow brings the Squealer. I'm out of here.


Thursday, April 13, 2006
zoe   I   paris   I   sara

Everyone keeps telling me, jonny, get a Mac. Well, I'm almost there. Really. Too bad I'm balls deep in all this fucking PC software. And too bad that doesn't matter anymore.

Sure, this whore is "working" again. About as well as it ever did, I suppose. But it could be so much better. So much.

This thing is an antiquated shitbox. And I'm fucking sick of it. But I'll tell ya my real issue of the moment: Desktop or laptop? Stay put powerhouse, or portable multi-media onslaught?

I don't need to travel with a computer all that much. And, if the need should arise, I'll always have this three legged pony to kick around behind the woodshed.

So the fucking bastards at Dell send me another one of their promotional catalogs. Seems I can get something on par with my current laptops performance level for, are you ready for this, five hundred and twenty nine dollars.

Lemme make sure I'm not reading that wrong... Ok, the new one has a faster processor, same screen (pretty much), same hard drive, same burner bullshit. Ok, my current rig has a gig of ram instead of a measly 256.

And I could upgrade that for all of $120.

Yeah, this thing is an antiquated shitbox. Time you got retired, old man. You're an embarrassment to the peleton.

Linky Dumpenstien:

[brad lewis memorial] recycledcycles.com/racing/BradLewisMemorial.php
[quiz] theadvocates.org/quiz.html
[snake] dailypeloton.com/displayarticle.asp?pk=9191
[bike action] cycleutah.com/cs/forums/thread/1301.aspx
[art] svr84.ehostpros.com/~plrds84/index.htm
[abramoff] rollingstone.com/...meet_mr_republican_jack_abramoff
[on shitty] tucsonweekly.com

  From: Mike Kilgore
Subject: Commuter Kit
"Now, to me, adding a piece of almost commuter kit (whatever that means) to your bike especially for the toughest of the spring classics does not sound like a wise choice. Did he really want the equipment Joe-slightly-below-Average rides to work one day a week as long as weather conditions are perfect? Why did he not demand the whole damn thing to be handbuilt from carbon fibre, diamond and materials developed especially for the space program, then polished to a gleaming finish on the asses of 18 year old Brazilian virgins? Nope, instead he gets "almost from their commuter level", and winds up on his ass in a ditch, with a shoulder doing things it was never meant to. Hincapie should take a visit to whoever came up with that great idea and insert that broken steerer where it obviously belongs."

Little quote from brad yesterday about George's bike being sub-par because of using commuter-grade parts. Um, what? I think this is all backward. When was the last time you rolled you rig into a shop and the mechanic said, "Yep- this bottom bracket/bar-end/shifter/crank never would have failed if it was an ultra-light aftermarket anodized wing ding, or at least xtr/record/dura-ace part. Shit brother, you want safety, you need to replace that steel headtube with some sweet carbon fiber."

Commuter-grade should be the industry moniker for "Overbuilt, abused daily, 365, all climate, all conditions, and able to pass the test of end-users who don't know and/or care how it works". Today's commuter-grade is state-o-the-Fin-art one or two years ago. That means it's worked for that long. Nine days out of 10 you're paying that extra cash for a lighter part. If it says 'stronger' somewhere on the advertising, it's probably 'stronger than.... the other sub-strength products in the same catagorey'.

Something went wrong with the bike- but come on now, you just rode front-of-the-pack on the friggin Hell of the North, and then your */plastic/* bike broke? Similar bike to the one you rode the last 2-3 years? Shit happens. At least you didn't roll a tubular coming down the Alps. Maybe those trek engineers are thinking, " Damn, should have sent him off on the lighter OCLV 110 bike and not this sketchy OCLV 120 shit", but I reeeeeeeaaallllly doubt it. I rock that high-end made-in-outer-space blessed-by-vigins gear and beat on it quite nicely- I'm more than impressed by the quality- for what it is. But that shit is always the first stuff to break or need special care. None of the commuter-grade replacement parts break. Big George is out there cracking clavicles in brutal races so when they redesign that part it never happens to us commuters.

/soapbox

I think he also mentioned diamonds. Not sure why, but you can't go wrong bringing the bling bling. Next year, I want to see Hincapie with some serious ice cubes in those ears.

If he doesn't win, at least he'll look good sitting on the side of the road.

I will agree that "commuter-grade" should be defined as a seriously overbuild, worst case scenario engineered, just riding along proof level of quality and construction.

I'm still feeling for Gorgeous George. This year was heartbreak.

American cyclists, aside from one rider of Godlike stature with the initials L.A., are a cursed lot. Snubbed out at the height of their performance by the wrath of some wayward deity. Or whomever and whatever we pissed off. LeMond gets shot. Hamilton get wrecked in the bunch and alone. Vaughters get wrecked, stung and everything short of falling into an ice crevasse. He had his share of bad luck. Hincapie ends up in ditches and the dirt not once, but twice at Roubaix. Jullich crashed out of the '99 Tour.

What's next for our boys? Is someone going to die this year? Jesus, my heart can't take it. I just can't take it.

This next one requires a warning: This is fucked. Way fucked. Absolutely horribly fucked.

Ok, you've been warned. Have at it.

  From: Mudflap
Subject: petition
A senseless destruction of life. Any value that seal pelts offered the old world traders is made completely obsolete by modern synthetics and fibers. (FYI, this is graphic and disturbing.)

video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-28131871518847999&q=seal+hunt&pl=true

Sign the Petition

thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/566342047?ltl=1141342084

"Disturbing" barely scratches the surface.


Wednesday, April 12, 2006
kelly   I   nadia   I   lola

Yo. Coming at ya like this right off the top. Send Saul Raisin an email care of Legs Lehman.

  From: Legs Lehman
Subject: Courage for Saul and his family
Good evening. This email was sent to me from a friend of mine in Belgium. He is one of the soigneurs who works with the US National team and he is a good friend of mine and Saul's. If you would like to write a short note, I will send it along to him so that it can be included in the collection that is being sent to Saul and his family. Thanks again for keeping them in your thoughts.

If you want you can post this on the site with my hotmail address, lehmanjim@hotmail.com and I will forward the emails to Chris.

Stay well.
Jim

DEAR FRIENDS ,

I think that you already hear what happened with our friend Saul last monday in the race . Saul was in a crash ,Saul fell with about 2km to go in the 193km stage from Mouilleron Le Captif to Saint Mars La Jaille, breaking his clavicle and one rib as well as suffering serious cuts and abrasions to his face.

Saul is in serious condition at a hospital in Angers, France due to injuries he sustained during the opening stage of the Circuit de la Sarthe.

Saul , 23, "suffered a brain hemorrhage early Thursday morning, forcing doctors to induce a coma to stabilize his condition and reduce pressure on the brain

I am writing you all to ask for your prayers for a close friend of us and USA Cycling . I know that miracles can happen which is what he needs now.

Saul is a strong guy and i now he is fighting hard in his bad position in the hospital in France .

Noel our team manager is traveling tomorrow to the hospital to see Saul and his Parents .

Can i ask you to reply or answer this email with some strong words for Saul and his family . So we can give Saul and his family courage in the hard coming days .

I gona collect all your words of courage and give it with Noel to France so he can give it to Saul's Family .

Hope that i gona received alot of mails !!!!

If you guys now more people that want to write something please feel free to give them the email address .

Kindest Regards
Chris
soigneur U-23 NATIONAL TEAM

We at drunkcyclist wish him a speedy recovery.

  From: gentlemen jonny
Subject: Please remember Brad Lewis
Hi Jonny,
This is hard for me to write, it being so fresh and all, but today with in the first few laps of the Boat Street Crit Pro 1/2 race in Seattle, my team Captain and all around great guy, Brad Lewis, died on the race course. The cause is under review. Brad was a founder, ten years ago, of Recycled Cycles Racing, a bunch of Seattle messangers that formed a racing team. And eight years later produced a Junior National Champion in the form of Tom Peterson, the winner of U23 jersey at the Tour of California. Brad helped form and shape this team of rag-a-muffins into a fine body of respected cyclists.

Many shop rats may know him as the calm and reasonable voice on the end of the FSA phone. He worked for Full Speed Ahead. And his calm and level head helped solve, I'm sure, many a problem for shops all over the country.

Brad had an inclusive soul, by that I mean that he found the good in anyone. regardless. And he related to everyone. He was genuine. He'd goof, he'd get angry, he'd laugh; he was human. He'd solve, or more to the point explain a problem, so that the solution occurred to everyone. He had a great genius for understanding and simplifying communication.

Last year he took fifth in Boat Street. (see photo of podium spraying forties posted on DC.) He was called to the line for the first time in his racing career just before the start of the Pro 1/2 race. I know this meant a lot to him. This was OUR crit, in front of OUR shop. Brad had showed up at 5:45 am to help close off the street and set up barricades even though his race was not until 4:50 pm. He was his usual laughing self. Teasing teammates and crying for coffee and donuts. (he had a Maple bar.)

Many have lost good mates riding. But as sad as I feel, I cannot think of a better way to go out than with friends a plenty, cheering fans and sitting in the top third of one of the west coast's more technical crits.

God Love You Brad Lewis...Lord knows we do.

With the utmost respect,

your friend,

jon haring

(he hated to call me jonny...said it was childish;)

I wish I could find the words. Hard stuff. My condolences to his friends and family.

It never seems like enough, does it?

Tonight's link assortment.

[dea fool] thesmokinggun.com/archive/0411061foot1.html
[bigger is better?] aleksandramir.info/projects/bigumbrella/bigumbrella.html
[salsa] salsacycles.com/El Mariachi
[blog] jaychallenge.blogspot.com
[bikes] motherearthnews.com/1984_March_April/The_Mountainbike
[click the arrow] coreyfishes.com
[fun] you-are-beautiful.com/INSTALLATIONS.htm
[vid] mojoflix.com/Video/Gunn-Rita-Dahl-hits-a-sinkhole-at-Sea-Otter
[bullshit] thenation.com/blogs/actnow?bid=4&pid=76320
[omg] thehill.com/thehill/export/TheHill/News/Frontpage/041206/...
[blood in the water] tpmmuckraker.com/archives/000353.php
[cool] theheadlemur.typepad.com/phoenix_lightrail

  From: Brad
Subject: Hincapie - Unluckiest man on Earth
So reading the Cyclingnews review of big George's bike for Roubaix it says he was using a Bontrager fork "almost from their commuter level", according to the Trek rep they interviewed (cyclingnews.com/road/2006/apr06/roubaix06/...hincapie_trek). Now, to me, adding a piece of almost commuter kit (whatever that means) to your bike especially for the toughest of the spring classics does not sound like a wise choice. Did he really want the equipment Joe-slightly-below-Average rides to work one day a week as long as weather conditions are perfect? Why did he not demand the whole damn thing to be handbuilt from carbon fibre, diamond and materials developed especially for the space program, then polished to a gleaming finish on the asses of 18 year old Brazilian virgins? Nope, instead he gets "almost from their commuter level", and winds up on his ass in a ditch, with a shoulder doing things it was never meant to. Hincapie should take a visit to whoever came up with that great idea and insert that broken steerer where it obviously belongs.

I'm feeling for Gorgeous George. I'll bet he'll be thinking about that one for a long time.

And how 'bout that shit with the train? Messy. If yer gonna DQ riders for crossing the tracks when the gates are down, DQ all the riders who crossed. That's what I'm sayin. And so are all these guys.

Aside from somehow not getting DQ'd like he should have, holy shit, Boonen is a bad man.

While his second victory of may have looked a certainty, the world champion said it wasn't: "People don't understand; it's hard for them to appreciate it's difficult to win a bike race. That's my major problem: I make it seem easy.

From cyclingnews.com.

"Like I said, we may not be able to stop our march toward destruction. But we can at least have some fun with it as we swirl down history's drain."

From talkingpointsmemo.com

Don't forget this one comin' at ya like a ton of bricks.

  From: Bensy
Subject: Shindaggers April 13th
Just a reminder ~ the Shindaggers will playing on April 13th at the Monte Vista @ 9pm. We are opening for Black Eyes and Neck Ties.... So come on out and here all the songs your mom taught us!
shindaggers.com

Oh shitty.

I got in an hour on my fixie tonight after work. Ok, I got in an hour on one of my fixies. I say it like that, and people will think I own just one.

One hour is better than no hours, right?

Maybe I'll get in more of the same tomorrow?


Tuesday, April 11, 2006
sydney moon   I   katia   I   bobbie

So, I have to give my dog a pill every morning. And a second one every third morning. Ever go through that routine?

Fun, ain't it?

It's been, I don't know, a year of this shit. And she still hides the damn thing under her tongue half the time.

Sometimes she just eats it. Just to show you she can if she wants to. It's when she doesn't want that's a problem. Then I've got my hand halfway down her throat, holding her mouth shut and rubbing under her throat till she swallows.

And then I still have to pay attention as the pill has a 50 - 50 chance of ending up on the floor anyway.

Amazing.

The one pill must taste significantly better than the other as she actually seems to like it. No big deal. The second one must taste like total ass. No, scratch that. She loves ass. At least her own. No problem with ass taste.

Maybe it tastes like something she really wouldn't like. Something like, say, toothpaste.

That'd just about kill her I imagine. Not that I've tried to brush her teeth. Or, what's left of her teeth.

Another thing I've been noticing in absolute amazement is bottle feeding. I'm talking 'bout the volume and speed of delivery. My kid can tip a 4 ouncer and chug they whole damn thing without a pause.

And it's nearly the size or her arm. Or her leg. Or whatever. Suffice to say, she ain't all that big, nine pounds and change at the moment. And she puts down something the size of her arm.

Where does it go?

Check this out: My boys got fresh new gear over at AZ Bikes.

Livewrong today, Livewrong tomorrow, Livewrong forever.

Fabian Cancellara is a bad man. Very bad. He should be in detention. Mother fuckers top tube says "Tony Montana". No shit.

Just a few links tonight:

[cheney] davidcorn.com/archives/2006/04/the_cheney_cons.php
[badass] unicyclemax.com/index.htm
[delay] scrantontimes.com/site/news.cfm?...
[blog] happysockbikeclub.blogspot.com

And, yeah, that's it.


Monday, April 10, 2006
catalina   I   patricia   I   crissy

Oh my God, it's Monday. That only means one thing: Bolt a hitch on that bitch.

What the fuck is big jonny talking about?

Some of you may have enjoyed an evening such as this. And evening of installing a trailer hitch. This was my freshman effort. Can't say it was easy. Yeah, I called in a couple of friends. Ok, one rolled by unexpected and the other came by to see me suffer. But it's all the same in the end, ain't it?

We got it done.

[hincapie's stem] cyclingnews.com/...roubaix06/index.php?id=hincapie_trek
[stop terror] blogcritics.org/archives/2006/04/05/235535.php
[skeletor] profile.myspace.com/...viewprofile&friendid=1806367
[drunk biking] filecabi.net/video/drunk-1-biker.html
[babes] baberating.com

Booze, wrenches and "fishwire". Yep. I never heard of it either. But that's what the directions said. Fishwire.

I'm thinking fish scale.

Anyway, turns out "fishwire" means run the wire through where no fingers will ever reach, tape the bold to the wire, and pull the bolt into place. No shit. Actually works.

And to think I ever doubted Big Pun.

For shame.


Sunday, April 9, 2006
moo   I   more moo   I   lesbians rule

So I thought I'd fire up the laptop and watch a little Paris - Roubaix on OLN. And holy shit Hincapie is fucking cursed. I just saw the steer tube break off his fork, and oh man did he ever eat shit. You gotta be kidding me.

Think that one will hurt Trek stock?

And Boonen gets caught behind a train? You gotta be kidding me.

And damn if Discovery doesn't look tough today. This may be remembered at Hincapie's best chance. Instead he ends up sitting at the side of the road in tears. Man, that sucks.

And now the two Discovery riders and PVP are going to be disqualified? I can't even type these guys names. Hell, can barely say their names. Disqualified? Boonen ended up getting second? You gotta be kidding me.

What else can happen? I guess he still have the drug controls to get through. Seems that can shake up a leader board these days.

Unreal. I, of course, did not know the outcome of the race ahead of time, but this is way crazy. I never expected anything like this in a million years.

Some links:

[cool] istanbultea.typepad.com/largefellaonabike/2005/04/fbq_1_spectruml
[delay] effusion.blogspot.com/2006/04/tom-delay-talks-with-effusion.html
[real deal] albes.blogs.com/albes_bmx_mail_order/2006/04/we_need_morel
[skid patch] apple.com/calculate_convert/skidpatchcalculator.html
[std] reconstitution.us/seren/archives/1143-CDC-finds-new-STD!.html
[doyle] washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/04/04/...
[brit hume] mediamatters.org/items/200604060005
[off script] thinkprogress.org/2006/04/06/bush-event-goes-off-script/
[scary] abcnews.go.com/Primetime/Health/story?r
[missing link] nytimes.com/2006/04/06/science/06fossil.html?
[more brooming] azstarnet.com/metro/123423.php
[scorekeeper scott] whatchuthinkin.blogspot.com/2006/04/impeachment

Did ya'll hear about those tornadoes in Gallatin, Tennessee? Seems I've got some family down there. The upside is they're all ok. And that's the short version.

The slightly longer version goes a little more like this: I phoned up my Uncle today, at his new place of residence: A hotel room. Seems he was standing at the window in his bedroom watching the storm. My Aunt was in the closet, yelling at him to get away from the window. Typical guy stuff. Anyway, she ends up half talking him, half dragging him into the closet. They fall in, my Aunt on top of my Uncle, as things are getting really hairy, and as my Aunt kicks the door shut, the window blows in.

They tell me the rest took place in a matter of moments. Like seconds. My Uncle said it was like a hammer came through. His word: "Hammer". They open the door, and there is no longer a bedroom. In fact, half of their house is gone. Gone.

They walk out the open air. Everything is still. The storm is passed. They're alive.

My Uncle tells me the best part, for him anyway, is his living room. He tells me he had a ceiling fan on the last beam, near the outside wall. Now, there is a fan hanging from a few wires, from one beam against the sky.

Good thing my Aunt and Uncle have a good sense of humor. Otherwise, something like this could break you. Not these folks. Their taking it in stride.

Kind of makes you proud of 'em.


Saturday, April 8, 2006
what?   I   kaylee   I   ruth

Oh my god, it's the weekend. Couldn't have come soon enough.

My brother in law flew down from Boulder for the last few days. He headed out today. I sure didn't feel in top shape. I'm still fighting some nasal funk. Same thing damn near everyone I know got a touch of this spring. Good visit anyway.

I got in a mere hour and fifteen minutes on the bike today. I wish I felt good enough to ride more. I'll see what a good night of sleep does for me. I don't suppose the fact that I was pushing a 42 x 15 fixed gear around in the wind helped matters any, eh?

Yeah, probably not.

Links Ahoy!

[blood in the water] tpmmuckraker.com/archives/000317.php
[gonzales] nytimes.com/2006/04/07/washington/07nsa.html?
[wiretapping] washingtonmonthly.com/archives/2006_04/008575.php
[nie leak] washingtonmonthly.com/archives/individual/2006_04/008572.php
[fitzmas] justoneminute.typepad.com/main/2006/04/negative_space.html
[fuck fred phelps] freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1610556/posts
[fuck fred phelps 2] godhatesfags.com/photos/thisyear.html
[big black] dangpow.com/~landed/bigblack
[bull moose] bullmooseblogger.blogspot.com/2006/04/hillary-prophet.html
[boom boom] velonews.com/news/fea/9706.0.html

I can't wait for Paris - Roubaix tomorrow. I just can't wait.

Yee haa.


Thursday, April 6, 2006
sydney moon   I   catalina cruz   I   puma swede

Another Phonak rider transgression? From cyclingnew.com:

"Sascha Urweider's B probe has also come back positive for testosterone, a Swiss television station has reported. The Phonak rider came up positive during a training control on February 14. The team suspended him when the positive A result was announced in March. "

How do they do it? Why can't they keep their noses clean? Has any team been through as much shit as they have in the last two years?

It's killing me.

Links, bitch:

[sad] velonews.com/news/fea/9701.0.html
[old school] bulletinboardforum.com/playboy.htm
[grassy knoll] newyorkmetro.com/news/...index3.html
[spooky] clydelewis.com/twenty.html
[upcoming event] gorctrails.com/festival

I've got so much shit to post on the site, and no damn time to do it. Story of my life, right?

We'll see what I can pull out of my ass in the coming days. Until then, good night.


Wednesday, April 5, 2006
monique   I   victoria   I   isabella

Snowing again in the northland. We got it good. And by good I mean bad. Unless you have a pair of show shoes. Then, of course, you're gravy. And by gravy I mean good.

Did you follow all of that?

Good.

I've found living in a mountain town with heavy spring snowfall is a lot more enjoyable if one doesn't start "training" until, say, April. Otherwise I'd be going out of my mind. This way, I kinda don't care. And it's far better this way.

That said, it is now April and I have started "training". Yep. I'm putting it down on paper. Or, in type. Or, on the web. Take your pick. Any and all of the above. Say it three times fast. Or, not at all. This is it. The fat man is getting jiggy with it. Sorta like Will Smith, without the money & fame part.

Yeah, just like that.

Today's two words: Thor Hushovd .

Thor will smash!

Couple'a links:

[delay 1] tpmmuckraker.com/archives/000285.php
[delay 2] talkingpointsmemo.com/archives/008119.php
[insanity follow up] mediamatters.org/200604030008
[time fuck] baberating.com

Yeah, ok, fuck it.


Tuesday, April 4, 2006
ekaterina   I   for nic   I   bikini dream

Two words: Quick Step.

We got one of Arizona's finest events just around the corner in the Squealer. Enter form and info here.

  From: Tall Paul
Subject: May I have your attention, please.
one of those bits of trivia that are either useless or profound depending on how you look at things.

May I Have Your Attention Please

On Wednesday of this week, at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 in the morning, the time and date will be 01:02:03 ~ 04/05/06.

That won't ever happen again!

And to think I'll probably sleep through it…

[delay] time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,1179853,00.html
[delay 2] washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/...html
[delay 3] wolfblog.net/...chronology-of-events-involving-delay
[delay 4] tpmmuckraker.com/archives/000277.php
[ninja] craigslist.org/about/best/wdc/39237654.html
[iraq] newyorker.com/talk/content/...ta_talk_coll
[local] theshindaggers.com
[omg] 22469.com/cf173/thehun.htm
[scalia] abanet.org/journal/ereport/m31hamdan.html
[brooming] azstarnet.com/metro/123050.php
[insane] thinkprogress.org/2006/03/30/imus-carroll
[insane 2] washingtonmonthly.com/archives/individual/...php
[insane 3] mcall.com/news/local/all-5porn-a-...story
[insane 4] news.yahoo.com/...press_secretary_arrested

The Wednesday night crits are starting up in Flagstaff again. Good times will be had by all. Can't imagine I'll make it out.

  From: Latham
Subject: Wed. Crit
Hopefully you have all heard the rumor about town that we should fire up the Crit this Wednsday. I plan to park my Trooper at Ft Tuthill Wed. with brooms on top of the roof. If anybody gets there early or during the day to sweep that would be awesome. I plan to get there about 8 AM Wed to do a little sweeping before work as well since I will not have time before the action.

I did also want to suggest a uncooperative weather policy for this week since it looks like Wed is bad but Thursday will be better. Lets say that if we get rained out Wed. we meet on Thursday with the same plan. If we like this idea we could leave it into place for the future but I am also really anxious to get this on this week! Hope to see you all Wed.


Monday, April 3, 2006
alexis   I   eimy   I   lida

Boom Boom. Out go the lights. Tom Boone takes the Tour of Flanders in grand style.

Cyclingnews has an inteview up over here.

The man owns.

[music] myspace.com/frommonumenttomasses
[oh shitty] avn.com/index.php?Primary_Navigation=Multimedia...

That said, it's Monday and I'm shitcanned.

Been down so long, looks like up to me.


 
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