Small packages Cigarettes are never as fun as you think they’ll be when you light one up. Nothing but disappointment in a small package. The full moon split the tree tops and I sat on the back patio facing the moonlight. I found her cigarettes where I thought they’d be, in the center of the [...]

On Sunday I got in another ride of one hour. I went _maybe_ 10 miles. It is better than nothing I suppose El Grande Link dump: [tucson's off the heezy] tuconweekly.com [gringo central] theblack13.blogspot.com [time fuck] michaeldorf.org [watch for bikes] photobasement.com [learn how to dope] granfondocyclingtours.com [Intelligent] bike for sale on craigslist [bicycles & mowing] [...]

Sad news outta the northeast today: A bicyclist, John Lacaillade II, 38, from Meredith, NH, was killed yesterday on Route 25 in Porter, Maine, when he lost control of his bike and fell under the rear wheels of a tractor trailer. Read the news account here on MaineToday.com. Read a more detailed article here. I [...]

Yep, in his own words. And I’m not going to bother posting any of his words. The pics are enough. Must already have a dozen emails (so far) with people sending shit in. Bottom line: Our man Chris was at SSWC spreading the love like mayonnaise. And if that didn’t gross you out, I’m sure [...]

First of many, I assume. Dew, love ya man. Don’t ever change.

Sometimes I get a piece of something, like this email here for instance, that I just know is going to land a great big old pile of shit right here on top of my shoes. And I like my shoes. Or, maybe I’m not wearing shoes. Or pants. I digress. Anyway, far be it from [...]

Eagles 27, Patriots 17. Take that, you bastards. It looks like the statue of Billy Penn I have on top of my fridge, pointing lovelingly eastward towards the lands he “acquired”, is doing it’s magic. I’ll take what I can get. Go Eagles.

His Coeness sent in this little gem saying, simply, that “the site speaks for itself…” I concur. www.timmkoelln.com/the_peloton Happy Friday, everyone.

Where was this before I went to law school? My Problem: I share a 2-bedroom apartment with a slovenly, inconsiderate, self-righteous guy. His repulsive girlfriend comes over for semi-nude couch groping, and they both emit a foul hippie stink. I want to chew my own arm off and beat them with it. I’m itching for [...]

Alarming just begins to cover it.