Two years ago, I bought a chain fattest chain I could find at Bimsco Hardware on Stone Avenue. Tonight I did the same thing I’ve Continue reading Hardening (of a chain)
I promise people: The next posting I make will be poetic and positive. But for now, I’m opening the door of my hurt locker to Continue reading Where is the puke jet sound? I’m north of you.
Some fucking asshole decided to sabotage the bike path by sprinkling a lot of broken glass in little piles for 30 feet, all over the Continue reading Fuckface: If this was your objective, you got what you wanted.
Toying with the idea of selling the Landshark. (no I’m not) busted my winter wheel, time to clean her up and put the GOOD wheels on ‘er. (…to have and to hold) take the glamour shots in departing sunlight (the frame doesn’t fit) and degrade this legendary bicycle with a Seattle craigslist post. Continue reading OK, I like this new rig
I’m dancing in an empty parking lot. Current status: Bikes: 3, cars: 0. I am in love with this video. I’ve watched it 6 times Continue reading “This is for all the real DJs out there.” – KRS1
There was a time when I lived where the only written words in my life were few, and they came from my soul, and they Continue reading Lamenting this bookish reprieve
This aught to get a laugh or two. Call me King by
Put a helmet on when doing fast, dumb, or unusual shit. Your hands might catch the street but your bike can smack your skull. (I found out)
New rig almost done. Taking my time on ‘er. Had to machine an extra long nut to mount the front brake in a Kestrel fork, Continue reading A cable end stuck in my foot
Senna on XC amateur strategy: Start line up close to strong friends or make fast friends with others in the lineup. Understand that this will Continue reading computer dictionary has motocross but not cyclocross :<
It was a warm sunny day in downtown Mt. Vernon – filled with cars and trucks as usual. Today I saw someone in their big Continue reading Can’t keep everyone comfortable all the time
Along light colored sand
she said: “Brown becomes the aesthetic.”
Only four years later, I get it. Continue reading My (beloved) Tucson favors the (ridden) bicycle