Just so theres no mistake, SJE, formerly of Independent Fabrications, formerly before that, the mean streets of Boston, and formerly even before that, Fat Chance Cycles, still knows how to ride a bike pretty damn well. Hes been living out in Boulder for some time and has kept his nose to the grind stone, but found some time to grace us with his presence this weekend, armed with a bike and an 11 pack of beer. After dragging Blacksocks, Santei, Yafro, and me around some trails for most of Saturday, he then proceeded to eat his weight in Mexican food. By the way, at the time I feasted on prawns, wrapped in bacon, stuffed with cheese and deep fried. They had me at 'wrapped in bacon'. That, my friends is what they call 'training food'..
And speaking of the cryptic Colorado connection, CO graced us with a few-day-late overview of his Independence Day.

"Brushing my teeth makes me dehydrated....

The 4th came and went, and not too many shenanigans to report. The annual Aspen group ride to the majestic Maroon Bells ended in a fistfight with a city bus driver (for once alluded by me....but a few impressive haymakers were landed by a national mountain/road racing ledged....guesses??). No hero to nominate this week, but here is a shot of my 68 year old mom ripping single track....

And my nephew in his first bike race (notice the Swobo prototype clipless cowboy boots)...

So what's your excuse...
Oh yeah, a long buried Stevil clip has been unearthed....He is indeed my kind of soldier!!

Avoid the Tour-
CO"

Firstly, COs nephew has definitely got the eye of the tiger happening there. Head down in determination, with unwavering focus. Or maybe hes just watching the ground go by.
And though I dont usually go for 68 year old women, for Codys mom, I would make an exception. You know, if it wasnt for his dad and all.

And let the topic change.....Now.
When punk rock actually still meant something, I was two years old.

The Tour started Saturday, and the peloton has already arrived to town.

Remember, guns dont kill people, people with moustaches kill people.
And speaking of people with moustaches, THE MAN just got a little less intimidating.

If one was from Baltimore, what would one be called? A Baltimoreinian? A Baltimoreat?...Baltimoron?
Anyhow, heres one for any and all Baltimoreites.

Alright, now I used to wrench at this bike shop that usually had the standard cookie cutter freeride videos playing on the in-shop television monitors, and though a majority of what I ever saw, I couldnt really care less about, the antics of Kris Holm never failed to leave me absolutely speechless.

He rides on one wheel, what I could barely dare to attempt on two feet, let alone two wheels.
Then of course theres always Xavier.

Another weekend has come and gone, again leaving us wondering who came up with this five days on, two days off nonsense.
Looks like thats about all weve got....Happy Monday, and stuff.