Some of you all might remember the sad saga of 6'7".
Well against all odds, our boy came back to us last night ripping around on his gigantic red Hunter cross bike, and making our sides hurt from laughter.
Everythings right with the world. However he showed up with a six pack of Miller Lite which he described as tasting like lacquer, so his head might not be quite right yet.

After riding over hill and dale, and admiring Chris's jerseys salt deposits,

we stopped by the bar, were we met up with the drunkest man on the planet whos name may have been Paul. 6'7" put some Bee Gees on the jukebox and the show began.

Paul danced,

Paul fell,

and Paul got his shoes tied.

Now to continue on topics that make my heart soar, Martin writes;

"havent set a date but somewhere in the nigh distance we will have the first annual MOUSTACHE RIDE down to the south san francisco gun range.
rules:
must ride bikes
must rock the 'stache
must bust caps

more updates soon.

luv, martin"

If it happens around the time of our own Moustache Bash, which training will begin for in January, those folks better look out.
Greatness will abound. Otherwise well all only have the 4 week growth moustache, and that just looks pathetic.
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And speaking of pathetic.... Im just gonna lay it out here and risk bumming a few folks out. I think Burning Man is lame. There I said it. So lame in fact that Im going to go against every thing I believe in and begin a whole new category of weekly hero, and for the first time ever, lay a Thursday hero on you.

Way to go Paul. Youre a total clown, but for now, your our kind of total clown.

Now from one kind of clown to another.

Heres some words to live by.

I have to admit- I actually just received a pair of Crocks in the mail from an old friend who works for the company. I guess an added feature they now offer is you can 'personalize' your shoes with these little letters you can plug in the toe holes. Anyhow, upon opening the parcel, I saw that my left one says 'Im drunk', and my right one says 'I love cock'.
She really does understand me.
Regardless of that and the fact that they actually are pretty comfortable, I still refuse to wear them in public.
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Fritz is in need of a teammate for this weekends 24 hour of Laguna Seca. Anybody know anybody?

"Hey.

I am looking for a teammate to replace a guy we just lost at the last minute for this wknds 24HOA at Laguna Seca.

You guys might know somebody fast.  (we're going to "race" not drink).

Our team is a shop team, from Sonoma County, we're legit, 3 fast guys, all tuned up, and our 4th just got some bad news, and can't make it.
If you wanna help a brother out, pass the word.

Fritz Wisor.
fwisor@hmh.com
-santa mothafucking rosa, CA"

Good luck Fritz. Im still not sure I understand the difference between 'racing' and 'drinking' however.
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Check this out. Our pal Steve emailed us a heads up about the Handcycle Championships he was involved with. They really are some of toughest folks in the world.

Crap. I have a bunch more stuff on deck, but I have to go to work now.
Its Thursday today.. Magnum P.I used to be on Thursdays..
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And now well finish with a punk rock a trivia question. What band sang the lyrics 'monstrous machine, mutilates men. It happens every fifty thousand years...'?

Answer correctly, and theres a Swobo t-shirt in it for you.