Its that simple. Life is what you make of it. If you want to bitch and complain about shit then do it. Dont expect anyone to listen to you for very long. Why would they. Its like Big Pun always said. Less talkie and more doie. Its fine [...]
It is what you make of it.
Where is the puke jet sound? I’m north of you.
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 allow you to look within. It is a desperate grasp for commonality that I can’t find in the people I see today. My hope in humanity [...]
Grow a set
www.natebloch.com
I cant figure out how embed this vid so here is a link.
Now grow a set and get out there and ride.
Snake
Happy fucking Monday as well. Thank god its fucking over already. Sleep tight group ride in the morning with some tack on afterwards.
Ta-Da Tuesday
On a scale of 1 to 10, I’d fuck ‘em. Make it a great day!
Pessimism and the Power of a Website: Zirbel taps out.
From Velonews.com:
American cyclist Tom Zirbel announced on his blog Friday that he is retiring from cycling rather than continue an aggressive fight against doping charges.
“I’ve decided to walk away from the sport,” he wrote, saying that he will not contest the 2-year suspension he received after testing positive for DHEA last year. Zirbel, who indicated [...]
Tuesdays with Dirty: like weeds, we will grow
It never ceases to amaze me the amount of us that are out there. The drunkcyclist family is everywhere and we are growing. I first started noticing this phenomenon a few years ago when I was just some guy wearing the jersey of my friend’s website. Countless people would hand me beers, pat me on the [...]
I feel your pain.
From: Mark S.
Subject: Storm Damage
With all the news lately about the subzero weather and snow that the midwest and east coast areas are experiencing, we shouldn’t forget that Southern California has its share of devastating weather also.
Attached is a photo illustrating the excessive damage caused to a home from a west coast storm that [...]
Lamenting this bookish reprieve
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 were written in pencil. Some years before that, I was young and fit. BJ – I’ve got the opposite problem. I weigh at least 15 lbs LESS [...]
I too, was once young and fit.
Photo is of yours truly at the 2004 24 Hours in the Old Pueblo. I raced solo-single speed that year. I got sixth. Someone handed me a glass of draft beer immediately upon crossing the finish line. It just felt right.
Seems like a lifetime ago.
That was me on form. [...]
Hat Trick
Yes, ladies and gentleman, that would be three (3) days of riding. In a row, no less.
Hard Reset
Damn the man! Hiding from reality under the covers this mornin, I decided I was working from home. What about work? Shit, I’m about one TPS Report away from hiding an open can of sardine’s in my boss’ office. Fugg ‘em. Coupled with the fact that my MBA program kicks off this weekend with a [...]
All it needs…
…is a bike somewhere in it, and I’m set.
Courtesy of Hawtness.
A report from the road
A report in from our South of the Border Correspondent, and everyone’s favorite Uncle, Pistil Pete.
From: Pistil Pete
Well, Mazatlan is fun, but too much to hang out in for too long. Of course our man at Kelly’s Bike’s will keep you rollin’ an’ all around the city is fantastic ridin’ but I had to [...]
The tranquilizing drug of gradualism
I don’t get serious very often, but do you know why you REALLY have today off? From the Letter From a Birmingham Jail to the famous I Have a Dream speech to the rest of his oratory art…the motivation and the follow through to take on The Man is simply remarkable.
It was one part vision mixed [...]
Once it was, and will be again.
I will
If this ain’t living the dream, I’d like to know what is.
I’m pretty happy with the mailbox I finished. Its base is 100x more permanent than a fir post – it is a Mercedes crankshaft in concrete. An American tradition – the creative mailbox. People will see this.
*living the dream* we like to say.
People will see what I write. Several years ago, [...]
Wish you were here with me
It’s a secret. Well, it was a secret till now. I have been riding under the cloud of secrecy. Its easy to fall through the cracks down here in Tucson. So many roads, so many miles. People don’t know if your riding or not. They can only see that [...]
Cold Sweat
This one is a monster to the west of Town here in Tucson. If you have ever done it then you will know what I’m talking about. Wolfe used to say this one played for “keeps”. If you rode it right you had something left for the 50 mile trip home. [...]
when the going gets tuff, me too.
i rode this big jerk of a bicycle up a big jerk of a hill today.
it’s metal as fuck and weighs in just shy of the 50lb mark, what with its lo-ten tubes and all. i once gave a tap of the screwdriver on the top tube to see what sort of pretty ring could be [...]
Hell hath no fury like a bitch on wheels
Hey yo – thanks for that intro Gnome, and thanks for asking me to write for DC.
A few things about me…..
1. I was a bike messenger in San Francisco in the early 90’s.
2. That city chewed me up and spit me out.
3. I spent 4 months in a drug rehab detoxing off methadone. Talk [...]