Now I went and did it…After Zach and Amanda’s goodbye ride last weekend;
I had about two hours to get myself home, primed, and fed before heading off for a full barback shift, after which I figured would get me home around 3:30 am.
I knew I didn’t want to blow myself out on the ride (which was very cold to boot), so I did what I could to temper my efforts. I also knew once I got to work I had to reserve my energy just to get through a full night of tossing children into the cold, dark night.
I awoke on Sunday morning feeling like I’d pulled it off, but bit by bit, by that night had a sore throat, and increasing congestion.
Am I dying of Covid, or is it a cold, or did I just sleep with my mouth open?
There’s the million dollar question I’ve asked myself repeatedly over the course of the last three years.
It turns out I just found myself an absolute humdinger of a cold, which has given me ample opportunity to draw, write mediocre posts such as this one you’re reading now, fantasize about driving my little truck, and continuing to hone our skills over there on the Revolting podcast.
Speaking of which, it was in response to the 62nd episode when a commenter took exception to our ‘would you rather‘ expressing that he felt our sensibilities were immature and perhaps not so appropriate for a cycling media outlet.
To which I have to mention that we have a disclaimer at the beginning of every episode. We say bad words. We discuss incredibly juvenile subject matter. People who listen to an episode all the way through and then comment about how they didn’t like it may actually one of my favorite things about doing the podcast;
Anyway, people are listening and imagining gross stuff in their milkshakes, and that’s what’s important.
Moving along to other topics, but not really. .. Since I was laid up with the mini plague, I settled in and put the finishing touches on my new tiny truck by ‘clearing’ and re-trimming the windows, and applying a couple of appropriate stickers;
I chatted with the person who is currently doing the custom painted body, and we ran into some snags, so there’s no telling when that might be done, but I’m not sweating it. As much as I love riding bikes, and skateboards, now that I live in place where the weather is shit so much of the year, having a new thing too focus my manic energy upon is a welcome distraction indeed.
Anyway, in a much needed break from the foul weather, a small crew of us got out and got after it, and I got to give both of my new trucks proper shakedowns;
It was all such an absolutely stupid amount of fun.
Now, because this is a bicycle and bicycle related web log site thing, I should probably report that this past weekend saw the ten thousandth running of the Cyclocross World Championships of The World, the winner of which were Dutch phenom Fem van Empel who snatched victory from rival Puck Pieterse for the elite women;
-and Mathieu van der Poel for the men’s elite race (again);
I’ve raced cross before. As a matter of fact, I’ve raced cross for years, but not at any time did it ever look like that.
I mean except for the final absolutely heroic sprint, which is usually against a 18 year old C woman, or whomever I’m dragging ass with mid-pack, and to date, I’ve never lost.
In business type of news, I need to once again mention that I have a whole slew of both WSRW hoodies and T-shirts currently in stock, and taking up valuable food space in my flat, so the sooner I get rid of those, the sooner I can get back to rolling around on the floor with my cat’s ghost.
No, seriously- I live in a shoebox, and I’m tired of looking at them. Help me help you help me.
Also, I have the remaining stock of small and XS Giro gloves in both black, and white;
While these don’t take up much space, I have some new projects I gotta finance, and the sooner I refill the old coffer, the sooner I can get that stuff funded and start the cycle all over again ad nauseam.
Let’s see- What else do I have?
OH YEAH! I almost forgot. I have the brand newest episode of Revolting;
Which, by the way, I recently ham fisted an ad for which we’ll use in an upcoming publication;
Whoever can decode the cypher wins a price.
In conclusion, I’d like to thank you all once again for your time and consideration on these matters.
And with that, I’m gonna pull up stakes, and get the snot out of here.