Wednesday, December 28, 2005

know me...

...and know thy canal crit
oh, it's on. thu nite
i be like canal crit
like key be to lock
the return of anti-slick
cuz i'm cool like
dat





















fake or real - one funny as shit term paper



















ah, good times.















social slavery for kids

social slavery for adults
free your mind


UMMMMMMMM - Can you loan me $500 and a ticket to LA?


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Tuesday, December 27, 2005

bacon

variations on the flight make for some great rides.
had the day off and no obligations to speak of.
how about a ride?
rode muts and canals to
papago park
did a big loop
then thru tempe
to somo
javalina is good lovin
down and out geronimo
got all nancy on some sections but
i know some folks who need to ride it
urban destroyer back home











































































































i love somo liquors too and god bless fretos















































not the whole hog - just a slice.

Sunday, December 25, 2005

hollis



















can't complain
but i will.
i took a few days off work
thought was to hang with the fam
and ride.
shit never works the way
you intended.
short rides and working on the house
ho
fucking
ho
could be worse
could be alot worse
but i just call it like i see it
me and the bro-in-law
tied-one-on-last-night
like every year
there are just so many things
wrong with calling a bar
the recovery room
i'm stil recovering

the kona rides like it was brand new















rode the festivus franken bike fixie back to the in-laws today









the munchkin was in rare form





















































the kid knows how to busta move




















Thursday, December 22, 2005

beginner class

can somone please teach me how to fucking ride a bike?
or at least not get ridden by one?
twice in one week fer crissakes
I had my stiches removed at 9am, crashed at 2 and ripped it all back open. lucky for me the surgeon was cool and i avoided 3 hours in urgent care.
doc corn rocks.
don't worry aaron, yer bike has nary a scratch since it was cushioned by me.
ow.


































gee, does this shit look swolen to you?















no. which is why this shit happened today.
today was a more painful to finish the ride with.
feels ok now. might be the alcohol.



















but shit.
i got good news.
spoils my whole theory that the holidaze sux.
these show up in the mail.
crank brothers rock. thanks ya'll.















and then this showed back up
fresh from powder coat






















































































good wholesome family fun
before the debauchry














my latest 29er test ride
same bitch that bucked me off today
friday i'll show her the way







































































I dunno. travaSS' rig had a geometry that suited me better. doesn't mean the vodoo isn't sweet. i need to get some specs on the frames and figure out what the deal is. maybe i'm just all pissy/sally from getting waxed on the rigid.
i think maybe i just need to pay more fucking attention.

Monday, December 19, 2005

man know thyself


i went to tucson and all i got was hurt.
my limbs my liver
it all hurts
hurts so good
inagural ss ride of any consequence sucked.
just kidding - that was fun as all hell.
up the road and down mille
bars on bikes tres was a good time
kinda like a circus
except animals smell better and don't act like
...well fucking animals.
limped back to kleenix with a bruised body and two broken bikes.
time heals all wounds.

1st stop




































































































whose brilliant idea was it to ride at 6:30 and 26 degrees? fuck



































































































































and after I was done with the shop vac




























































































































































the bush pusher summed it up nicely:

nice work, gentleman. nice work.
my liver is working overtime and my digestive tract is on strike.
damn those beer dogs and that jamaican stew.
damn those pitchers of bass for tasting so good.
long live the tandem. may a worthy stoker always be at hand.
fuck the cabana boy and the polka dot girl.
"my name is dave, douche bag."
holy diver-
-h