“I’d rather do something, than do nothing” -Fred Beckey.

One for the whatever..

The instructions are simple.
Open up this first one and watch it with the sound down, while simultaneously opening the second and using it as a sound track.
Of course with the remainder of the soundtrack please feel free to don a sailors cap, surround yourself with scantily clad women and run around the room in circles after them.

I am a human soft serve machine.

And I just keep turning out the hits. The title really has nothing to do with today’s post, but considering the fact that it just came to me, I’ll use it anyway.
Word has come down that the cyclocross illuminati has dug its boney fingers just a little bit deeper into the world that we love so much.


The Gran Fondo, was the Gran Nondo, but I’ll write about it anyway.

I recently was presented the opportunity to attend and report back on this past Saturday’s Levi Leipenheimer Gran Fondo ride through the rolling hills of Santa Rosa, California. Initially I thought it was Levi’s Gran Fondue ride, and I was like, “Hell yeah, I’ll go”, but then when I learned that it would entail far more miles of bike riding than melted cheese and chocolate, I promptly found an easy way out.
Photo credit Charles Phoenix.

It squirts the lotion on the basket.

For those of you who are beginning your Friday wondering what sort of fuel fills my tank, (and no, that’s not a metaphor concerning my sexual preference) please allow me to announce from up high that New England Super Natural is the best cereal on the face of the planet;


Let’s get down to business.

First things first. Does this address look familiar to you? If it does, get in touch with me, cause you ordered some stuff and it came back saying the address was vacant.
Your beer is getting warm, and that just wont do.


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