See, going on 12 years ago, there existed a thing here called the California Crusty Cruiser Cup. An outlaw single speed mountain bike series, at which I met a good number of folks Im proud to call my friends today. At this years Handmade Bike Show, Robert Ives and Big Steve P approached me about the prospect of rekindling the long extinguished fire of the CCCC. To make a long story short, The Sacramento crew held the final race this weekend along a network of bum trails and bike paths, which due to my rib injury suited me just fine.

Punk ass Cam and Kathleen won the mens and womens titles this year, but I awarded myself the best patch laid..

And whatever individual left this specimen behind, won 'most ingenuity', given the fact they live 'in a van, down by the river'.

WKB and I jumped in the whip and made our way to Sonoma County for the annual Halloween party at the Soulcraft compound. Dazed and confused, I eventually wondered away to find refuge in the darkness.

Upon waking up, we eventually ended up at Soulcraft compound number two, where we had our way with pancakes, and coffee.
Unknown to my adversaries, I was fueling up for what would be my most epic miniature golf victory to date.

Sadly, WKB beat me like so many stepchildren, although I think I was still a point or two ahead of Sean, so my position in the upper echelon of mediocrity is still intact.
(Actually, this information is incorrect. I just found the score card, and I was beat by Sean as well.
Sucking as long as I have, one might think Id be used to it by now, but the sting still hurts.)

We said our goodbyes and prepared for more traffic and long hours behind the wheel.
Obviously as indicated by the last post, the 1000 yard stare was in full effect, and helped to horrifyingly cap off a rather outstanding weekend.

Anyhow, enough of that. What say we wrap this Monday off with a few words from George?

"king swobra,
today I woke up to the soothing sounds of "Angie" by the rolling stones,awesome.
My sweet ladyfriend on the other hand woke up 20 minutes later to Del Mitri's "Pretty baby", which if you recall the video for this wretched piece of crap they call a song featured a grown man's face morphed into a baby in a stroller going around a metopolitan area. Amazingly, her first words for the day were "no fucking way" and promptly hit the snooze.

Friday's crap joke of the day.
A bear walks into a bar, the bartender comes over and says, “what’ll it be?”
Bear replies, “I’ll have a rum………………………………………………………..and coke.”
Bartender, “yeah sure, but what’s with the big pause?”

The bear holds up his paws and says, “I’m a bear!”

pics: chupacabra, wildlife scenes from an urban area and tour de fat

toodles,
george"

George always makes everything alright...

Ok, Im gonna try to face another Monday. I hope everybody is keeping it on the straight and narrow, as it were.

Over and out,