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“Not cinema, Daniel-san. This for real.”
Tunes: Shout out louds “1999” – I was moved. ’nuff said.
Have a nice evening. It is 3:40PM on a Tuesday. I’m cracking a beer.
lower caps para el gnome. my bad. still jugjar, be careful hating on the kokanee… TGR guys like it and from what I can tell, you couldn’t hold a candle next to the likes of their (our) kind. regardless and shardless, your pasty white ass belongs in the roller rink.
To Big Jonny & Gnome,
I have the greatest respect to those who have served.
My father spent WW2 in the South African Air Force in Egypt & Italy. I have a box containing a shitload of his medals, I’ve only ever earned one of my own.
His brother was captured & spent 4 years in a concentration camp.
Neither of them ever once talked about their combat experiences.
I spent 2 years doing national Service, mostly in combat in Mamibia, thereafter doing at least 4 months a year in the military until I bailed in 1987 & came to New Zealand.
My beef with Little Jar, Little Jar responded “you are fucking with the wrong marine” to a post.
My feelings are that you do not wear a uniform that you are not entitled to, you do not wear medals that you are not entitled to & you do not pretend to be what you are not.
And from my experience, back office personal were all pretty fucking worthless.
I’ve been there, have you ?
Take care out there,
Hurben
I’m pretty sure LJ was referencing the movie A Few Good Men with that quote.
nuff said.
I rolled out with Mr. Senna Littlejar last evening and we had a mind-blowingly fun ride. Shout out to Dan— you rock dude. (Literally, I sat on his wheel while he was blasting Carlos Santana and Velvet Underground.) If LJ doesn’t post a ride report, I’ll scribble one out and email it the fine purveyors of the intard webness. Rubber side down.
There be a huge difference between warriors and soldiers. Sometimes they intermingle. Sometimes they are in the same body.
Hurben – I value my platinum medal from El Tour more than any of the non-special medals that the military gave me. I have a great respect for people that have been through the war bond of blood, like the marines under seige at Khe Sanh, suffering horribly while command and ‘tail’ sit in comfort… and that is how we fight and lose wars.
Nowadays even the Navy Seals call in airstrikes when they have one guy to go after. A highly trained, well armed squad can’t take one guy in an honest way in today’s wars. No one can disagree that airstrikes are often cowardly solutions. The real reason is that more money is made when the bombs drop. Needless to say, we could have gotten Bin Laden long ago. We have the intelligence and the means to do so. The military is not for winning wars at all! The war machine needs to keep going to keep the pockets of some of the most evil men alive full of coin. It’s the raw truth that few can face.
Learn the history of the first Vietnam war and you might not believe the reasons that President Kennedy gave for going in. So many lies.
I don’t have to understand why you hold a grudge on me for using that quote from a movie, but I have this to say: If you or anyone else is offended, I am sorry. I am not nor ever was a US Marine. I claim that I went through the same dehumanization process and maybe it’s only 80% of the dehumanization process. That doesn’t matter. I don’t go around saying stupid shit like that as I have a respect for the individuals who call themselves warriors, and a deep disgust for the over funded war machine that slaughters innocent people by the score, including all the troops that get cancer or some mystery ‘syndrome’ via exposure to fucked up chemicals, which is a higher number than wounded. While I was serving, Clinton signed into law a ban on forcing troops to take drugs. This was hard won after thousands of people were harmed or died from such experiments. It took that long. This is just one aspect of the absolute disregard for life and health that the entire military has. Make no mistake about that.
Yeah, we had a great time Mikey – props to you. I’m going to write about it, as soon as my pictures are uploaded and this left over Tecate haze fades. This morning at 0210 I was THE drunk cyclist.
“…airstrikes are…cowardly solutions…”
Can’t speak to that, but I’d never say it to the guy with the hot pickle.
I’m stoked to hear you guys were able to get together and knock back a few. I believe this is a first for drunkcyclist: a get together, out of state, that didn’t involve me, the gnome, or me & the gnome. I think that’s pretty cool.
…that slut mikey will ride with anybody, sheesh…
…actually mikey & i rode together twice this summer as he was passing through the bay area…
…because of the timing & his need to get back on the road, driving, we passed on the brews & the hanging out but i fully enjoyed his company…
…i was very comfortable riding with the lad, as in the close proximity of handlebar to handlebar & wheel to wheel on a nice twisty road by the bay…
Rock on Little Jar.
Jonny— is true, I looked up BGW when I was in NoCal in June and he dragged my ass around Marin County for a couple of days.
btw, bgw, I lost that cool bidon that Rich comp’ed me at the Breaking Away bike shop, I’m bummed. Gotta go back, I guess.
…another can be had, i’m sure but you might have to get yer butt back down for another ride or two…rich is a guy who’s good to ride with also ‘cuz again, there’s no herky-jerky…comfortable in close quarters…
…i can ride with pretty much anybody but i won’t…i fucking hate ‘skitterish’ & a lotta guys who came over from mtb’s are that way ‘cuz they don’t have the mindset & thus don’t care about developing the skill-set…
mountain bikers are peculiar to ride with. They sit bolt-upright on the wind with a big, dumb grin on their face, then later, when they pop and go off the back, they blame it on the rolling resistance of their knobby tars.
(NOTE: ATTEMPTED HUMOR.)
…i learned a lot of my ‘road etiquitte’, habits & riding style from gary fisher when we were young punk bicycle stoners (early 20’s) & being as he’d been racing since he was a kid, you paid attention ‘cuz you wanted to learn & you either “got it” or you’d get called out for it on the ride & by god, if it was an egregious enough, gary would let you know about it by simply putting his head down & riding away from the group…you might roll up to him further up the road but then again you might not see him ’til beer time…
…i paid attention ‘cuz i wanted to learn…