Idle hands are the Devil's paintbrush.

Pardon my combination of idioms, while simultaneously referencing one of San Diego's finest bands, but then again, I doubt any other bike blog douchebag could pull off such a feat....

One for the weekend.

Lets make a weird party.

Tighten your chin straps, and tape your tits up. We're about to embark on the normalest type of human experience you could hope for. First things first, and really, let's...