It’s my favorite time of the year.

Good day to almost everyone. Here is to hoping that all who celebrate Blowing Shit Up For No Particular Reason Day emerged from the other side able to pick your nose as well as the nose of your friend.

At some point a few years ago I decided that the thing I would like to eventually do is spend the evening sitting in the ER just to see what sorts of carnage walks through the door. I’d imagine it would be more eventful in a big city, but I’ll take what I can get. It’s probably safer in the ER than nearly anywhere else.

So today finds me fat and happy after a whole weekend of shenanigans mostly all due to Hessian Wheelworks and Structures Brewing. Firstly, Structures held their annual public market at which a host of local makers, artists, or what have you posted up in the parking lot and foisted our wares upon an unwitting public;

I would have taken photos as proof if I would have, but didn’t.

Then, the following day was the also annual Hessian Wheelworks ride which was as much a physical embodiment of a rolling shitshow as one might expect;

This was real similar in vibe and execution as my old hairnet rides.

Round up some friends, and go goof around on bikes for ten hours. I promise that even though it will be a huge waste of time, it won’t be a waste of time.

And speaking of bicycles and shitshows, no surprise here, but The UCI still sucks;

Stopping after winning the stage to kiss his wife you say?

Heaven forbid.

But entire teams doped to the gills, sexual assault allegations, domestic abuse, reports of racism, and the like are all perfectly in line with the preferred image of elite bike racing.

Oh, you know the UCI gets the Gas Face.

I would be remiss to being up bike racing and not include this weekends WC races at Les Gets Haute-Savoie.


And then the men’s and women’s XC race;

It’s been a long time since I’ve been to a World Cup race… (Minnaar was a junior think), but they still bring a smile to my face.

Finally before departing I will offer the 135th episode of Revolting;

It’s somewhere between my third and seventh day of the week.

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One Response to “It’s my favorite time of the year.”

  1. Chris July 10, 2024 at 6:55 pm #

    I’m not sure what’s worse. The X-rays of where you think you might be able to piece something back together or the ones where you can see that shit is missing;