Sold Out...

Tried to go see Boris at the Casbah last night...
Shoulda' bought a ticket earlier.

(sigh)

James helped ease the pain though with a couple of pints and some late night take out food.

He's a cool guy.

The Long Walk...

Yes... Look closely now-



The best way to get over a bad hangover is to sweat it out. And while today's temperatures reached sweaty goodness, I felt a ride was in order.
Things were going great.
Single Speed time = fun time.

Interestingly enough, another biker on the trail asked, "Seen any snakes?"
To which I replied, "Never seen a snake out here..."
Lo and behold-
Snake-
Rattle Snake-

To avoid running over it I spiked my brakes (hard) and went over the bar.
Now, as I am careening through the air towards what will almost certainly end up in a face bite- I miss the snake.
Now granted, It was a little one- maybe about two and a half feet- and unfortunately I wasn't quick enough with the camera to provide evidence of my encounter...

So you'll just have to make up your own story for how I did this-

Yay! School's Out...

Time for the end of the year staff drink-a-thon!!!
But, as we all realize only after it's too late-

A coupla' these-



Plus a coupla' those-



Equals this...

Mr. Buddy to Return Soon...

Its the end of the school year
And children are going nuts.
If teachers keep complaining,
Ima kick some ass.

Maybe James should write me a Haiku...
He's good at shit like that.

Wow....

Now we can rice out our bikes too...
Really- this is the worst thing I've ever seen happen to a bike.
Worse than the drunks in El Cajon inverting the handsbar on their stolen road bikes for Cobra runs.
Worse than people with too much money buying really expensive bikes that they don't know how to ride.
Worse than this monstrosity.
Worst bike stuff ever...

Hey Beeridolator!

I thinks someone's calling you out...

Moving On...

What a loss.
I took some time to reflect on yesterday's news and I depressed myself further.
I want to be a bike commuter in the worst way.
I want to get up early everyday and ride my bike to work.
I thinketh that bike commuting will improve my fitness, lower my weight, and relieve me of the stress and rage I oft feel behind the wheel.
I would be forced to minimalize- take only what I need and nothing else.
Hell, I might even feel a little bit of camaraderie between me and the other roadies...

Pfff! yeah right...
They would see me on one of these-



and start quaking in their USPS wannabe team jerseys.
Sheesh, If you're gonna wear a jersey with a design on it do it right- a la James

But alas, I live in East County, San Diego and am not in the friendliest biking land and the only beer cans I want to dodge are the ones labeled "BUD". Bike commuting around here just isn't as doable as I would wish.
-Pedestrians on bikes
-Transients on bikes
-Illegal migrant workers on bikes
-Morons on bikes
-Roadies on bikes
... All except for the latter, either on the sidewalk or going the wrong way in the bikelane or just plain making a nuisance of themselves.
(well, roadies are always a nuisance)

No, I'll continue to take my chances with the rocks and the roots-
Bike commuting will have to go on hold until I'm someplace where biking is a little more established.
I think I'd rather take a header on the trail than offa some asshole's bumper.

Dang...

I was going to return to blogging with a vigor tonight and post about the many joys of traveling by commercial airliner, but I read this over at DC...
The whole thing was explained fully so I'm not going to elaborate...