Bottom of the barrel, but looking up.
After Friday’s masterpiece I really have nowhere to go but down.
Illustration courtesy McGlinch
After Friday’s masterpiece I really have nowhere to go but down.
Illustration courtesy McGlinch
I never really cared for The Presidents Of The USA, or this song, but Frankie nails it.
Hi there. Do you remember back this last December when Paved Magazine dispatched me to Specialized Bicycle’s headquarters to take part in the HTC Highroad grand unveil;
That said, maybe we could take the rare opportunity to engage in an objective, and one sided expression of a piece of hardware often times referred to as a ‘review’.
This little fellow looks like he’d be totally into it.
Despite the fact that the mail bag is now at this point damn near bursting, I am going to take a second and dedicate a short post to a single idea that developed recently while on a bicycle ride. I would also like to note that during said bicycle ride, the effects of the last two weeks of self inflicted abuse almost killed me;
I like to refer to this spot at ‘The Snack Bar’. You can sit and eat snacks, and the well cap provides a nice table top surface. Sometimes I drink beer here, and I even have some always stashed nearby, but on this day I mostly just drank water and said bad words under my breath.
And another video was born, containing not even a single iota of anything that is possible for me to do on a bike.
So to recap, I spent last weekend and some change in Portland, Oregon for the Oregon Manifest custom utility bike thrown down, and ‘How Portland Can You Be?’ event, which I lost profoundly due to the fact that I have hairy arms and open wounds on at least one of them;
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