Something bugging me…
OK, haven’t been around here for awhile. Quick recap first before I get to the things that are bugging me (and yes, they’re about bike Continue reading
Category Archives: Rants
“I am coming for you.”
Yeah, anger is a healthy thing. From: pfr maybe you have seen this before maybe not either way it is still pretty sweet I don’t Continue reading
Is this what passes for hot these days?
It’s not often we do this, but damn if something doesn’t need to be said. These girls are way to thin. This is downright spooky. Continue reading
It just keeps sucking.
Not to make light of anything said here in the past day or two, but goddammit if this whole VDB thing isn’t just bugging the Continue reading
And we’ll all have gold-plated toilet seats when we get to America.
I sit here a few hours away from getting on the highway to go build some bicycles for the Americans. I’m back in the Circle Continue reading
He got his
I’ll have to start remembering the actual cross streets for these fun little stories I’ve been dutifully transcribing upon these vaulted pages. This morning I Continue reading
Late Friday afternoon
Saw a kid at Bell & Scottsdale sitting at a bus stop in white face paint. Like, full on thick heavy face paint. There was Continue reading
A clear and convincing display of marginal adequacy
Ah shit, it’s the weekend. I got nothing to show for it. I’ll be putting in the hours (again) down at the library. That’s pretty Continue reading
Friday means a sum total of dick to a law student.
I used to write stories about riding bicycles. About training, traveling & racing. About my friends that were faster than me. About sleeping on sofas Continue reading
I suddenly wish I was pedaling
Call it “pedal envy” if you must. I saw this image this morning and said, damn. I wish I was on a bike instead of Continue reading
Gert no likely testy testy
It does make one wonder… From: Michael Subject: Gert Steegmans to join Radio Shack Hey J- How goes it? Wisconsin is colder than shit! I Continue reading
Collection box
I drive past a Big Brother Big Sister clothing donation box every day on the way over to drop my daughters off at daycare. Typical Continue reading