I’m borrowing the title of the post from this, of course: check it. (or crink here to their Myspace for a listen.) shit’s good. We Continue reading This Bike is a Stepladder
Imagine my surprise when pulling up Cyclingnews.com a short while ago, and seeing that Vino has won my second favorite classic (first fav = Flanders, Continue reading Vino? Really? Oy vey…
Nothing special in that video as far as tricks go. But I feel it captures that vibe of what goes on when you are at Continue reading Tuesdays with Dirty: No shirt, no shoes, no problem
Happy B Day Big Jon. 40 trips around the sun. Here is to 40 or 50 more if your lucky. Snake by
I’m wondering how on Earth I came to believe, through what I’ve been told, that Portland was so gawd-awesome and Seattle sucks. I was under Continue reading Seattle v. Portland part 1.5
. . . things I like about you. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. 1 This one is worth all of three: Continue reading Things I like about coffee . . .
I watched it on Sunday. I couldn’t sit still. I danced, I jumped, I shouted. It is among the greatest sporting events known to mankind: Continue reading Cancellara owns 2010 Roubaix
I finally got to ride per Dominic’s ok and we decided to ride our mountain bikes. I wanted to ride the course at Tower Park Continue reading I got her dirty
They were the bane of every mechanic with whom i wrenched, these corn bespeckled wads of Christmas cheer. The product of bullshit efforts that rode Continue reading Warpspeed, you steamy box of shit.
It’s Sunday and sunny and 75 degrees outside and I was supposed to be RACING today. I’m sick. What a BUMMER feeling that is. (and Continue reading I’m sick again.
Volunteer park had a criterium today, and I was there for a good chunk of it. The masters race was awesome. I wish I had Continue reading This post does not mention the space needle
Eskimo has no real equivalents to our words “create” or “make” which presuppose imposition of the self on matter. The closest Eskimo term “to work Continue reading The world is your tusk, Mr. Eskimo.