Sick as hell. Spent February in bed, and I’m not even exaggerating. The whole. Fucking. Month. I’m better now, though I managed to lose eight pounds lying on my back. To keep myself sane, I built a new mountain bike. Kona Unit. 1×10. She’s pretty. She still hasn’t seen dirt…
So if you’re one of the folks who e-mailed me asking when the next podcast is coming, the answer is soon, now that I’m not deathly ill. The missus and I are moving out of our place in a week, so you can probably expect the next podcast sometime in April.
Also, I’ve got a little somethin’ cool in the works for you DC readers. I can’t say much about it right now, but I can tell you it’s going to be a movin’ picture of sorts and it’s gonna be pretty fuckin’ rad. Drunkcyclist’s got friends in low places, and they’re hooking us up with a peek at places mere mortals can’t go.
That aside, here’s a little slideshow of stuff I’ve been doing since recovering from my slight case of near-death.
I went for a bike ride! On pavement! It was cold! I was slow!
This is what a cold bicycle ride in Denver looks like!
I drank this! You have to understand this was a celebratory beer. I went the entire month of February without a beer. That’s the first time that’s happened since…ever.
I went here! It’s Loveland Pass…went through there on my way to Copper. There was a Fat Bike race going on there, which was cool to catch. Starting to think those Fat Bikes are more than just a gimmick. Got some good turns in up there, but I’m ready for spring.I saw this! Now, I share this with you not simply for shock value. I think there’s a valuable question to be asked here, one that we can all contemplate and perhaps learn from by further examining the possibilities: how in the fuck did they get shit on the wall, and why, for the love of god, did they try to clean off the rim?
I also saw this! Oh, you don’t know? This is Listener. Ask Caveman about Listener. These guys…they’ll blow your fucking mind. I promise. I’m so confident, in fact, that I’m embedding a video below.
I am a writer and a photographer. I never killed a man in Reno, but I once rode a bike through a casino in Vegas. Bikes are cool, huevos rancheros are for breakfast, whiskey is for dinner. Denver, Colorado, USA
Skinny jeans look gay on ALL guys….especially that lead singer. I don’t give a damn how good you are. Cheers
New fan from expeditionportal.com Thanks man. Hip stuff
Seeing that assplosion is probably what made you sick! The worst part is he had to have gotten shit all over himself too. How do you come back from that?
It would have been a great moment to witness him emerging from the shitter. I can’t help but think he ran down the street, dripping just a little, until he was far enough out of site to cry like a little girl.
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That picture of the toilet will haunt my dreams…
Skinny jeans look gay on ALL guys….especially that lead singer. I don’t give a damn how good you are. Cheers
New fan from expeditionportal.com Thanks man. Hip stuff
Seeing that assplosion is probably what made you sick! The worst part is he had to have gotten shit all over himself too. How do you come back from that?
It would have been a great moment to witness him emerging from the shitter. I can’t help but think he ran down the street, dripping just a little, until he was far enough out of site to cry like a little girl.