Friday is my day.

Regardless of the fact that I don’t have a traditional 9 to 5 these days, I still have a twinkle of joy in my heart when Friday rolls around. It might just be because I feel as though we, as a collective consciousness heave a big sigh of relief in unison, and get on with what free time THE MAN allows.

Take for example these folks depicted above. When I typed in ‘Friday party’ into Google so that I could find a suitable accompanying image, this is what came up.
They know what Im talking about, and by the looks of Mrs. Purple Tracksuit, she tends to throw down more proper than most.
Besides the occasional, and poorly documented orgy of fun, we of course are currently embroiled in the season in which cyclocross style athletic pursuits are in our crosshairs, and as easy as it is to sometimes feel as though only a small circle of friends and acquaintances tune in here, when I get an email from a fella like Beijing Ben, it sort of puts the scope into perspective;
“I know you got more shit on your plate than you can handle, but give these coupla pages a look if’n you got the time. (There is one here too.)
Beijing Ben.jpg
I ride with the manager and Hangkai (the 21 year old) here in beijing. I know it’s not the coolest thing in the world, but I’m sure Tom and the boys would love to see their story on an american blog. The whole thing sounds kinda grandiose in the article, but it’s honestly just a bunch of guys/semi-pros who like to ride their bikes from Mongolia and a Belgian who had the idea to call them a national team and bring them to Europe so they can get radtarted with the big guys. Shit, they even got Johann Museeuw on board with them. So again, thought this might interest you and perhaps even your general fan base since it seems to be heavily involved in the cross scene. Keep up the good work amigo.

Don’t sell yourself short Ben. You’re right.. It’s not the coolest thing in the world. For me that would probably be walking into a bank where Burt Reynolds was the president and he tells me that for being the one millionth person through the door, I get a free, fully loaded 1979 Trans Am, and sitting in the passenger seat is Heather Thomas, circa Fall Guy”, a suitcase full of money and a free pass to all the Thanksgiving dinners I want.
That would be the coolest thing ever, but I gotta say that what you and your compatriots are up to is pretty sweet as well.
I would like to thank you for keeping me in the loop and wish you all the best of luck this year.
Then from China, aaaaaalllllll the way over to Kansas City, Zeke got ahold of me to lay out some of what they’ve got cooking this weekend;
“Bring your friends, girlfriends, boyfriends, mistresses, wives, husbands, your back door man, teammates, and enemies out to race, heckle and cheer.
Get a baby sitter for the kids and bring your racing, drinking, heckling shoes
Costumes are always encouraged.
Drinking is encouraged.
Cheering is encouraged.
Racing is encouraged.”

I sense that there is alot of encouragement within the KC cycling scene.
Hey, so this just came to my attention.. As a business within the confines of the bicycle world, it would appear as though I may have just jumped the shark.
I was pleased to see that they printed both my pen name as well as my pen name’s pen name so that I may retain a small semblance of anonymity.
As long as they know where to find me, I expect the Cristal and cocaine train to be arriving at my door at any moment.
Hmm… Lets see here.. What else have we got?
Oh, Newt sent a bit of a curiosity on;
Apparently Jesus has been spotted most recently in the backdoor of man’s best friend;
I’m curious how many will make the pilgrimage in order to kiss it?
Back over Bay Area way, the maestros from Soil Saloon have got a brand new incarnation to their theme brewing this weekend;
Where are the white woman at?
Being the genius that Mel Brooks is, one thing he said that always stuck with me was, and I paraphrase here, “rhetoric does not get you anywhere, because Hitler and Mussolini are just as good at rhetoric. But if you can bring these people down with comedy, they stand no chance.”
I take that to say that if you put down your fists and simply make fun of those who oppose you, you can’t loose.
That’s a pretty keen way of getting through life.
So I have a kinda funny story.. Thursday morning I was scheduled to hook up with a buddy for a mountain bike ride. He’s a fancy pants pro roadie, so the opportunity to get dirty with him doesn’t come along too often. I made my way to the meeting spot, but somehow missed the departure, so I broke off on my own. A fair bit into the ride, I tore a seam in my rear tube, so I pulled out my spare, and as I was inflating it, I came to find that my pump had mysteriously stopped working. Air would come out, unless it was attached to the valve stem, and then it would not. I eventually was able to inflate it about half way, and made my way back to civilization where I stopped by the LBS and picked up a new pump, as well as to top my rear tire off.
18 to 22 minutes later, I got another rear flat, only to realize that my patch kit was left behind at home, so as I was walking back to a different shop to contend with this situation, I got a front flat.
Remember, I was walking at this point.. Friday the 13th came early, maybe?
I am comfortable with the phenomenon of flats happening in threes, but all at the same time is a bit much.
Appropriately the title of this post is ‘Friday is my day’, because as I sit and type this, Thursday, certainly didn’t seem to be, but it still beats being at work.
In parting, I wanna throw this bit up that my pal Gary sent me, for those of us with an artistic bent;
“Noah Biorkman is a 5 year old boy, in the last stages of neuroblastoma cancer after a 3-year battle.
His family is celebrating Christmas next week and all he wants is Christmas cards.
Let’s try and see how many we can get to him from all over the world.
Mail cards to: 1141 FOUNTAIN VIEW CIR, SOUTH LYON, MI 48178-1568
alternate address:
Noah Biorkman
c/o Scott Biorkman
3480 Petoskey Way
Milford, MI 48380”

The dude wants Christmas cards, and by god, it is our duty to make him some.
Get cracking, art pfags. I know I’m gonna.
*Note* Apparently, like with everything, I’m a day late and a dollar short with this notification as I just found this request by his parents to cut it out. Our hearts were in the right place.
I hope that you all have excruciatingly fun weekends that are full of everything good, and nothing bad.
We’ll catch you in 48 to 72 hours.

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15 Responses to “Friday is my day.”

  1. YATE November 13, 2009 at 8:53 am #

    That tracksuit is hypercolour. That woman wants to be touched.

  2. HansInColorado November 13, 2009 at 10:15 am #

    If the dog wasn’t fixed, Jesus would be wearing clown shoes. How can I be the only one to see this?

  3. ERIC November 13, 2009 at 10:30 am #

    Is that a cuttlefish stuck on the end of that bayonet? Try not to anger the mollusks, they will crawl onto the shores to exact their revenge…

  4. brighton velo November 13, 2009 at 11:21 am #

    Look at the thigh muscle def. on that t-rex! RIPPED.

  5. Troy B. November 13, 2009 at 2:38 pm #

    Sweet Cougar Convention photo. I was hoping someone would cover that so I wouldn’t have to take a peek in person. Thanks for taking one for the team.

  6. Robot November 13, 2009 at 4:52 pm #

    “Smith plans on blogging about bikes and components he uses, providing mini reviews. But this bike content will run along side the other topics he covers.”
    Other topics, you know, like dog’s asshole Jesus.
    So that’s cool.

  7. Bluenoser November 13, 2009 at 5:24 pm #

    A guy tried to trade me his 79 Trans AM for my 78 L82 Vette.
    I said no. He even offered to throw in a cowboy hat. I still said no.
    I’d take a 72 Peugot PX 10 to a 79 Trans AM now.

  8. Crank November 14, 2009 at 6:28 am #

    Read the last few lines slowly. All he wants is contact with other human beings, to bolster himself for the unknown that awaits him. My wife died from cancer on June 9th of this year, and frankly, she said she was ready to go. Too much pain, too many needles, 10 years of BS. Her only fear was the last moment, that razors edge between here, and there. It was important to her to have all friends and family present at her last breath, as many people as possible in the room . I would encourage all of you to take the time to send one card, and be a person in the room for him.

  9. A culturally rich cyclist November 14, 2009 at 9:08 am #


  10. Travis November 14, 2009 at 10:18 am #

    I was preparing to make a card for Noah Biorkman after reading your post, but then I looked into it a little more…they’ve already celebrated their early Christmas and are now asking people to stop sending in cards. Nice thought anyway.

  11. One Eyed z November 14, 2009 at 3:25 pm #

    KCSprints is tonight!! Thanks for being a sponsor

  12. Dog Watcher November 14, 2009 at 8:42 pm #

    I read this last night and laughed my ass off at the last pic. Unfortunatly, I found myself looking at all of the crossers dogs asses today, thought I’d find jesus at the race course.

  13. Mr. Lootine November 15, 2009 at 1:23 am #

    Blessed be the hair of the dog, for it hath shown the light.

  14. sgt renfrew November 16, 2009 at 5:36 pm #

    Kids today… buncha wimps.

  15. Whorehey November 16, 2009 at 6:07 pm #

    They’re not wimps. They just don’t know how to ride rollers.