On the lighter side of life, I ate pretty good shit rolling through campus the other day. En route, back from the DMV where I retrieved a title to the car I sold, I clipped a pedal on an uneven cobbled corner and as Miller said… “You got Godsmacked”. My hands didn’t leave the bars. My knee is fucked and the hematoma is huge. I’ve chalked it up to the anticipated Karma. I knew better.
So fuck it. I hate the Bloggers too. All they do is cause problems for America.
The benevolent “Tour Organizers”, flipped their waffle again. Now, Riis is a Made Man. He’s Untouchable. All who come after him… you’re fucked. Don’t go away mad. Just go away.
Locally, Cruiser Nation was thrown down again this year. The long running local race has outlasted even the trails. Good on the old boys for that. Appropriately, I found no reports on it, and I have no idea who cheated and won. I guess you had to be there, and fuck that. It’s the only race I know of, that last ten minutes, and within that ten minutes, you may actually die. This is the 07 report.
Today is Sunday. Smoke your cigarette. Worship your Dark Lord.
Upcoming underground events: Friedman will be debuting the Crazy 88. He’s a single speeding hard man. This race ought to reflect that, and it’ll be a good beat-down on primo singletrack at the least.
And for the upcoming week, more rants in the works on things like Shop Service… And Hucking. I can’t wait for that one.
Monday looms. I’ll have more boxes for fueling the fire.
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