First outta the box, and this one is friggin’ ridiculous, Fox Newser accused of dragging cyclist through Central Park.
The driver then accelerated, lunging straight into me, knocking me and my bicycle to the ground and to the left side of his car. I quickly got to my feet and positioned myself in front of his [...]
Humpday musings
Open Thread
What did you do today? I may not have gotten in a proper ride in this morning, but I did ride each one of these beauties around the block. Some of them even twice around the block. Good times.
From left to right; Specialized, Moser, Ciocc, Surly, Voodoo, Fondriest, Lemond. [...]
Chill’n like a villain
Second day off from school. And I still don’t know what to do with myself. Spend yesterday morning in the garage moving around boxes. Thought about building up another bike. I’ve got a Voodoo frameset just waiting for parts to be hung on ‘er. Read the site over lunch. [...]
who the f*ck is Santa Fe?
I got this in the email from the mbaa in regards to their event happening up here in Phlag this weekend.
We will need people out on the course to direct traffic on the loops. The course was marked well by MBAA with the help of Linden and her group; however when riding it again on [...]
it isn’t nice, it isn’t cute, its not about fashion.
Zack.
Miss B.
Shindaggers on Thursday. It was Satisfactory. Slight bruising. De la Garza was up on the mic at one point, I think that’s were it went to eleven. Then they pulled more punk into the rock towards the end of it. I always like that. Persons bounce. Boots stomp. Flip-flops worry. Good times.
Friday I made [...]
Who the f*ck is Brob?
Glug glug glug. It’s all about Tuesday. Handstands and hand shakes all around. Glug.
A few items of note have happened, or soon will, that I wanted to get up on the board because I have yet to garner the deep carnal knowledge of some of this shit that I’d prefer but let’s be real, it’s [...]
sunday is dope
Super hero check. Don the spandex.
from: Bert O.
subject: Festivus Australius
Fruita Fat Tire festival has had a baby. Now in it’s third year in the shadow of the appropriately named Mt Remarkable in Melrose South Australia.
35kms of prime single track, two pubs, cool bike shop and great coffee, food and even wine for the civilized types. [...]
apply 2-Ply to the Mondanus
Today being the point in every week at which the fog of weekend freedom dissipates in order for TPS’ing to resume, it’s a good day for some vids provide complements of people not me. This has the duel purpose of a.) limiting my awesome bummer effect and 2.) well, lets be straight here, it is [...]
I believe Tyler…
I believe Tyler… was doped to the gills.
I recently was able to secure purchase of the domain name ibelievetyler.com. I picked up the dot net version three or four of five years ago, mostly on a whim, and subsequently made a collection of “I believe” sites. (See ibelievefloyd.com, ibelievemayo.com, ibelieverasmussen.com, ibelievethechicken.com, ibelievevino.com.) [...]
I always suspected I was over educated.
The intrinsic humor of this marketed Tea Bagging revolution has me throwing the shit from my pants in approval. Ooh Ah Ah… Absolutely excellent work, whoever thought that one up. So many people dangling tea bags infront of their own faces, man, my sides hurt. And of course, every good tea bag needs a good [...]
That was no way to start the week…
The funk of a monday is inversely proportional to a sucksessful weekend. Man, I don’t know what happened, but the uphill slide on monday wasn’t easy.This is Tuesday though, so I’m going to give it another try… and in that, try to keep it off the bummer tip, but that is a tall order since [...]
wednesday musings…
I thought this week was spiraling into the educational shitter once again, which it is, like most, but I did check the P.O. box before the pinch off occurred sometime near Tuesday. I was surprised large like. The usual routine involves mostly nothing with a few account payable’s clamoring for attention as if there’s a [...]
da dweezy frizzle day long dump
It’s friday. Go see things.
Doucheblog Hoovis is on the tip. Man, some hot prime over der, and don’t forget to vote. And thanks Burt. You’ve made my friday worth living. I’ve purchased a speedo off ebay as well. Tri is where the hots are. I’m going to be a triathlete.
Get re acquainted with your inner [...]
Red 4 G-nome
uhhhh yeah
londoncyclechic.blogspot.com/…cyclechic shop lucky saddle bamboo
Let the comments flow
Snake
be safe out there this weekend
Toofer Toosday
Tis the season. As the spring rolls on, the events are beginning to make them selves known…
From: AZFixed
Subject: Open Sprints
Last time all the Hard ass mountain bike legends rolled down from Flag and made a run at the cup. One of them even won the B race. It was good to see them all. (Especially [...]
Monday morning quarterback’n it up
Done with a solid round of testing and feeling like a truck ran me over. Go figure. Seems it goes together. Hand in hand. Like peas and carrots. Butter on toast. Whatever. Well, lookie here: Flagstaff, Arizona, made the top ten list of “Ten Least Affordable Cities [...]
sunday school dump truck
The house of reps has 435 members. Senate, only 100. funny.
Woke up this morning with sand in the bed. Can’t hear out of the left ear. Fucking Shindaggers. Consequences incurred. Green Room. Love and soft mosh.
Today. Fucking PBR has yet to let down. brain fade. Gut rot. dead man walk. Martanne’s.
Gerald spent 5 weeks in [...]
toosday linkdump of nothingness
2ndwheel talks about riding in the desert. Imagine that? Riding in the desert, in winter. bring your sun tan lotion. Only 4 more days to the 24 hours in the old pueblo. lots of people are going to love it. Hope you are there. Bring plenty beer.
Waiter, can I get a little less consumption here. [...]
what a nice timefuck he is
I felt that I should put together some of the shit that has been rolling around in the ol grape, it being a monday n all. There’s really no good reason to live the blog life unless you just make shit up. Gramps was a preacherman too. Then he died. Too.
This is what I bailed [...]
i got a friday too
Sometimes things get a little dark, and you can’t go cry’n to mom. Time to rely on the friends.
i couldn’t read that last email. looks like it was written in baby. what’d you say?
choppin’ wood,
manbitch
I chipped the last of the giant icicle into dirty cubes and set sail towards the weekend with some Tanqueray & [...]