The other day while having a conversation with Mr. Brown (who is the head counter of beans over at Swobo) he asked me if maintaing a regular schedule of posting as I have these last four years ever leaves me feeling like I’m running out of gas;
Truth be told, what I’m most afraid of is that it will get boring. Sure, I like Slayer, but I can’t listen to them all of the time. Likewise, (though I’m not as sweaty or bloody as Slayer), I suppose I have a general aesthetic, and a specific way of regurgitating the world around me and I occasionally get concerned that the general flavor of this site could get tiresome.
Also, for the record when I was speaking to Mr. Brown about this point, I didn’t use Slayer as an example. I believe I used ‘cheese’. As in, “I like cheese alot, but I wouldn’t want to eat it all of the time”.
In response he said, “maybe you should get out of your comfort zone, and begin experiencing different things, which would then serve as a new breath of inspiration.”
Maybe that wasn’t it specifically, but that was the point he was making.
The point he made echoed a dream I have been entertaining for some time. Instead of posting second party insights of this outlaw race, or that fund raiser, what I would very much like to do at some point in the next year would be to take this show on the road and actually go do that random alleycat race in Chicago, or sample Kansas City’s Swope Trails, or perhaps even spend some time in paradise with Colin;
It’s time for an update from Hawaii. This past weekend, friends of mine celebrated their first anniversary by throwing the second edition of Freedom Fest Hawaii on 4th of July weekend. It was a benefit for the American Red Cross and included a 10K trail run, 20/40K MTB race and an off-road triathlon. A great time was had by all, including myself, who was fed and served beer all weekend… This photo thing has been going well lately.
I posted highlights from the race series on my Flickr stream.
Maybe I could even bring along a videographer, and we could parlay the entire thing into a Dave Attell-esque experience;
I can’t think of a single reason why something like this wouldn’t work other than the fact that Dave Attell is far funnier than I am, and my liver would most assuredly shut down within weeks of embarking on the tour.
Why, with the exception of Hawaii, 685 even sent me a shot that he took while recently bumming around Colorado’s high country of what could ultimately serve as a dream coach for the trip;
The description of his trip is what I would choose for the manifesto of my own;
“YEAH, BIG TRIP WITH TONS OF STUFF TO UNPACK.
MUD, BLOOD, BEER, SAND, RUBBER AND GREY MATTER.”
If this vans ‘a rockin’, it probably means a wrestling match is occurring inside.
At any rate, I dare to dream, and at the upcoming Interbike bicycle trade show extravaganza, I am going to begin turning the cogs to see just how realistic such a trip might be. Rest assured, should this journey come to fruition, each and every one of you is invited to take a turn at the wheel.
While fantasizing about attending events from sea to oil slicked sea, it occurs to me that the lovely and talented Jesse Lee Stein, pictured here looking fine as usual, has been busy curating a benefit art show in New York this weekend that she emailed me a flyer for and a request to post;
If you find yourself in the big city this weekend, this event will definitely not be one to miss out on.
Not that traveling to the North Bay is exactly out of the said comfort zone, my better half and I did just that this weekend to meet up with El Gigantor Pirata to sample some dirt of mountain biking’s motherland;
With each one of these shots, you can almost hear me calling out “waitwaitwait.. I’m sorry. Go back, my camera wasn’t turned on.”
As usual, I put the hessian in ‘profhessianal’.
Regardless of what kind of bike I happen to be on, ever since I first was forwarded the following video by dRjOn, I can’t help but feel as though my attempts at documentation pale in comparison;
I know I’ve already posted this, but I think it’s worth another go around.
Only barely relating with this, I get an interesting bit of news from Jordi;
“Another reason roadies are miserable.”
It’s true. You really do rarely see clean people who are happy. In recognition of this burst of information, I will include a photo of my hand;
Just because I spend my work days hunting and pecking, doesn’t mean I’m not still a dirtbag.
Since we are neck deep in thoughts of fantasies, and the beautiful people, it’s only right that I should now take the opportunity to post a photo of AHTBM chief of security, JGH, holding it down as only he can;
He looks good so I look good.
In a AHTBM first, I hereby declare this week Mara Abbott week.
Why, you ask? Because this past weekend she was the first American to win the Giro Donne, thereby proving that she is one of the baddest asses on the planet.
Was there even a peep about it on any of the news channels? No, of course not, but I will fly her flag from my tiny corner, and sing her praises until I’m hoarse.
Photo credit Cyclingnews
Congratulations Mara. You rule.
As I pack my bags to head into the sunset, I will bid you farewell with this clip that I’ve posted a few times before, but like the above video, its awesomeness begs for a repeat performances.
It’s clips like that that make me realize no dream is too big or outlandish to pursue.
Unlike Slayer or cheese, or even my own brand of ranting, gold boots and afros never get old.