Actually rode a bike today. For nearly two hours. Now I’m ready to party my ass off like my name is Tom Boonen. Too hot in Phoenix at the moment to do much in the way of mountain biking – this is road bike weather. I’ll stick to pavement and higher speeds to keep the air flowing over my largeness. I can’t imagine sweating it out at low speeds in those still pockets of heat that wait to trap the unwary and under-form. I’ll leave that to others for now.
JHK has a 21 pound 29er. Pics at velonews.com. Pretty light and all, and full race. I think I’m more of an XT kind of guy. I wonder what this weights – voodoocycles.net/…aizan? I had a Aizan for awhile. Now my wife rides it. Nice bike. I’ve got a big ass Kona too. Steel, rigid, single. No idea what it tips the scales at. But I can tell you that it rides like a dream. A dream, I tell ya. Kona still loves the big guys with off the peg 22″ framesets. I wonder what this weighs – konaworld.com/…king kahuna? I wonder if weight even matters? If it did matter, maybe I’d eat better and actually try to weigh less myself?
Whatever.
Went up a road called Mohave on the north side of Mummy Mountain twice in the last week. Used to hit that one in a 53 x 15 or 17 with my man Jim back in the day. Now I take it in a 39. At the top, where I used to end up in the 21 or maybe the 23 on a hard day, I am now in the 25 or 27. Take note the low end of my cassette has gone from a 23 to a 27. The years, they have not been kind to me.
Anyway, saw this total clown car last week and wished I had taken a picture of it. Words alone to not do justice. So this week, wouldn’t you know, I made sure I had my phone out and I snapped a few pics as I pedaled by. And it gave me an excuse to throw in the towel and pedal real slow. Hey, this is about art!
When I first saw it last week, I thought maybe some white trash dude went all 4×4 on his domestic sedan. I’d seen that before one, a real class move. Usually it’s dropping the panels on to a Bronco frame, and man is it ugsville.
Notice he’s parked behind a full size Ford F-150. Should give you some idea how friggin’ jacked up this thing is.
But, no, he ain’t clearing a big ‘ol set ‘o thirty five by twelve fifties… This ain’t some swamper rig. And this cat is beyond simply rolling dubs. Dubs are so 2005. This kid is rolling a Box. What? How? Seems it’s a 3″ lift kit and 24s, 26s or 28s. Really. These guys will help you achieve your donk/box/bubble dreams. More how spend your hard earned ends here: rides-mag.com. And I just thought I was hallucinating from the heat…
Shit looks like a matchbox car. But what do I know; I’m old and out of touch. What was it the fixie kids said about me? Oh yeah, I am “no longer relevant”. Have fun skidding and pretending you’re employed as a bike messenger.
Some guys have all the luck…
From: response
Subject: awright in chang Ping
Well,
I had my China cherry popped onna girls bike with under inflated tires no less. It was fucking great. I was feeling “the urge to roll” and the dark don’t scare me..Traffic at midnight is crazy as hell. Lotsa greasy good smelling food everywhere. I am rolling around gawking, avoiding crater size potholes, weaving through pedestrians, insane taxis, bike taxis, motorcycle taxis, construction sites, parking lots, salons, diners and a place that makes the biggest fucking gaudy chandeliers you ever seen.Shit, the Fucking hand brakes are reversed, I keep grabbing my front brake with my right hand while turning and ugh, it takes getting used to… I go for a sprint down a dark wide street lined with dimly lit super local funky places to eat. I threw a chain, and a’course there’s a chain guard to insure that I am covered in chain shit. I try and score a bottle of water and some tissues from a little store… The locals don’t see much white people so they stare and I hear “lau white” being muttered. Teenage boys come to see me up close. Yeah, I’m famous. I move on to the bizzier part of town. I got security all over me when I enter an upscale parking lot. Apparently riding a bike while looking like a dirt bag is a sure way to get hassled by rent a cops. I simply smile and politely ask them to fuck off. I take a left and a right and end up at a plaza that is nothing but dozens of open air BBQ stalls, kind of like a giant smoking swap meet filled with cold beer, bar stools at tall tables and anything you could imagine throwing on a grill. Pretty girls rush up and grab my bike and steer me into their tables. Rolling again, I ride down the red light street. A dark alley filled with cute young chickens who call to me frantically when they see my face. Sorry ladies, not tonight…. somehow, it all seems more innocent and acceptable, not menacing at all.
Time for a shower and some sleep
Response
Yeah. Not much add after that one save his second correspondence.
From: Response
Subject: Camo Kilt
Well,
I bought my 1st Chinese bike. I was gonna score one of those 28″ straight bar Chinese jobs. However they are so fuking piley straight out the box that I couldn’t do it. They don’t even ride straight for fucks sake. I told boss bike lady to throw a leg over and give that bent thing a whirl, she said she can’t even ride. That settled it. I went to a better bike shop. I got me a 26 single speed comfort bike instead. Luminum frame, fenders, chain guard, rear rack, shimano hub rear brake and a cool little rear rack. Costed me 500 yaun about $65 us. Got a u lock and bell thrown in for free. Also there was cute little chicken working at the bike shop that wants to learn Engrish. I might just teach her a thing or two. She had style, attitude, tools, good looks and smelled like armpits. I am in heaven!Last night I rode around, found a place to eat. I came back out and my bike was gone. I axed security WTF??!?! They had picked up my ride and moved it into storage for some reason. The fucking fucks… I don’t thing they like bikes in front of their stores, it implies something they don’t want to be associated with…
I need a nap.
Primo
Ah, the good life. She does call. And now available in twelve ounce cans.
From: Jim
Someone just sent this to me and perhaps you’ve already seen it, but just in case you haven’t I thought I would share it with you. Enjoy, even if it is the second time around the block.
www.reuters.com
I guess that explains why I haven’t gone to any of my high school reunions – I couldn’t find a hot enough stripper who wasn’t in serious need of a shave.
Not sure what that says about me. Whatever it is, perhaps it’s better off remaining unsaid.
http://www.redlinebicycles.com/adultbikes/monocog-flight-29er.html
that carbon fish looks the bomb with a long toptube like xc race. the voodoo is too upright and short for me. I had a 22″ 2-9 and it was huge. At 6’5 I think O could have run 20
check this out for under 700
cassette and drop-out dr hanger ready if you want to go 1-9 0r 1-8
http://www.redlinebicycles.com/adultbikes/monocog-flight-29er.html
and I have a large hairy penis
Always great to have you post’n something Jonny.
If I’m not mistaken, that is a 1981 Olds Cutlass Supreme. I had one myself in metal flake green. The only problem was that it kept getting stolen in Tucson. Three times! I bet that 260 or 307 ci does a great job of pushing those 35″ wheel around.
Yer summer break is gonna turn into a summer break your kneck when I come to PA Phx and Flg. July 4 cruiser nation go head’n try to rearrange them there course markers. Might get caught up in one hell of a good time. We don’t call the cops, we call the schnapps. snap yer h-bars, snap yer chain, snap yer kneck. (that’s a snapped knee/neck combo)
“superfly: because there just weren’t enought broken paragons to go around” funny shit, yo. laugh with me…….nothing against fisher at all but i lost faith in race bikes when they couldn’t finish sub-25 miles races anymore without neutral support stations even after being tuned daily by a pro mechanic with newer parts then most of us will ever have. how long does one of those last on S. mountain, anyway? and, what’s up with the gearing? as a pro once pointed out to me about running a middle & a big ring only on their race bike: “if you are in your granny during a pro race you are just in the way” just sayin…….. Steve.
so if the Dauphiné starts in Nancy, does that make those racers NANCY BOYS?!
…ouch, garro…& yer usually such a voice of reason…damn…
…anyway, it’s been a long damn time since i worked for gary & he sure as hell doesn’t need me to defend his product but c’mon, mr garro…you spoke the truth but you spoke a partial truth…
…being a shop owner you KNOW the public wants “numbers” they can compare to other “rides”…& while the pro’s are all stompers, most locals wanna be cool w/ a pro-type bike yet sure as shit they’re gonna need those granny gears…it’s all about “the market”…
…the other side of the equation these days is that the sport’s been around long enough now that if you want a bike for a particular type of riding in a particular type of terrain & a company like fisher can’t meet yer needs, there are plenty of frame builders who can get very specific…nowadays, guys know their shit…
…anyway…no harm, no ‘fowl’ & no real ruffled feathers…just pointin’ out facts…
fuckin awesome cars… if only gm can build such masterbating vehicles of awesomeness…
If it wasn’t for the mountains in the background, I would have thought that was taken in Indiana.