Before I get into anything, I feel the need to offer a standing apology to Boulder for my years of harassment for taking cyclocross too seriously. As a reader pointed out, we here in the Bay Area apparently have raised the importance of the mundane to a whole new level of absurdity.
Photo by Janna Brayman Krawczyk
(The second photo from the article I was unable to obtain rights to, however I feel as though it is fashion statement that will certainly be all the rage this year in Portland.)
Certainly the streets will run red with blood of the fallen over this debate, and I can only hope that in the end, the righteous will stand tall in victory.
Or at the very least, wobble cautiously on their own two wheels.
Secondly, in news from the home front, let me remind you that I have a new shipment of cycling caps in, as well as a slew of other goods that you should buy up there in the All Hail The Black Market market;
*Alert* My store has been hacked and it appears as though money has been directed to some douchebag’s account. (A different douchebag than me.) For the time being, hold off on any transactions. Or just do some math and Pay Pal money directly to firstname.lastname@example.org. Crap.
Just ask yourself. W.W.D.V.D?
On other fronts, back in Febuary, there was a post over there on Drunk Cyclist that continues to make me laugh.
No wonder they are one of the top fifty most most influential bicycle related web logs.
From ace photog Luke, I got a link to an assortment of shots taken at a recent dirt jump freak-out at Road 34;
Marinate on these honey hams for your eyeballs.
Photos I shot at last Saturday’s booze infested Road 34 JumpJam in Ft. Collins, CO. Feel free to use them & abuse them however you like.
Keep it sexy,
ps: love your site”
That is mighty nice of Luke to send the fruits of his labor for us to enjoy. I also appreciate that his subject matter is willing to throw themselves around as they do. It hurts my body just looking at it.
Speaking of which, as I said previously, I had the pleasure of getting out on a long and meandering road spin with a few friends this past weekend. One of the folks who was rolling with us was a young gun who races in amongst the NorCal High School League. Years ago, when I was younger, and the kids in the league were less skilled, I had no problem ever turning the screws on them while either in the heat of parallel competition, or on a casual ride. These days however, as with most people I find myself riding with, they have only gotten faster and stronger, while I on the other hand, stand desperately clinging to any level of fitness possible. Well, Saturday Alex paid me the ultimate complement when he said something to the effect of “you’re pretty strong for an old guy.”
Kids really do say the damnedest things, but I’ll take what I can get and I thank him for the accolades.
For Alex and his observations, I offer this blast from the past;
Now as long as we are still on the topic and their questionable sanity, what should I get but a correspondence from George;
“At the fruita 18 hr race in duo. Stoked broke and sore. Hope your weekend kicked ass too! G”
Are you hungry like I’m hungry?
Everybody’s favorite documentarian of the End Times Suckapants, has sent on some recent shots from
Slaughterama, that if you don’t have a penchant for, perhaps a pulse check is in order;
From such an event, I highly doubt that I would emerge with either my soul or my virginity intact.
Now, just because, how about a photo of GSD?
Photo possibly by Miki Vuckovich, but I’m not positive. Either him or J. Grant Brittain. My apologies to the photographer.
It was rumored that his moniker stood for ‘Garry Sleeps (in a) Ditch.
Now in closing, I have to offer the following high five for one of my esteemed advertisers, Mr. Christopher Igleheart and throw up an image of some of his beautiful (and naked) segmented forks;
For those of you who might be too young to remember, these forks were synonymous with the cultish Fat Chance bicycle company, and continue to be beloved by anyone who’s ever thrown a leg over a steel mountain bike.
And remember, spending time in a metal shop bare foot should be left to the professionals.
Or as the case may be, the profhessianals.
As I pull the plug on today’s post, I ask.. No.. I beg you. Whether you choose training wheels, or to simply stride, we are all of one singular family. We can, and should ‘just get along’.