And so it goes. One pedal, (handle bar, elbow, Hurls pointy head?) to the side and Im down for four to eight weeks. Through the entire DFL series I was nursing dislocated fingers. Last year at this time I was concussed.. Or was that the year before?
Injuries blend together like so many colors from the pallet of Bob Ross.
I did one race this year and got a flat.
Maybe thats what Ive been referring to as a breakout season all along.

But Corey The Courier has some thoughts on priding oneself on injuries;

"I admired the last picture in the blog. (your bloody legs from last years Homie Fest.)
Under better lighting one can see all of the scars on both of my legs from knee to ankle. I got run over by a lawnmower, I was attacked by a pack of angry chihuahuas, or I just haven't been able to stay upright on a bike since they took off the training wheels..."

Yeah, you and me both Corey. You and me both.
Oh, plus I shouldnt neglect to mention that the pair of Swobo knickers I brought to Minneapolis seem to have not been washed from my last romp through Poison Oak, as I have swarms of it blooming across both of my legs now as well.
Good times.

Well, the inbox has gotten quite full once again so Im gonna turn that bad boy over and spill its contents out on you in no particular order, just like we like it.

Jim writes;

"All former means of rolling down a mountain are heretofore considered sub-standard and, quite frankly, gay."

Maybe I ought to give that a shot. It seems like falling down is kinda part of what youre supposed to do, and it would still be considered that youre getting rad.

Cary the Duke of Douche writes;

what would grab if you only had minutes to leave?

Included in that- my better half, my cats, and photos.

However in reality, and cause I dont suppose ones brain would be working too proper..it would probably be one rubber boot, my belt buckles, the garbage can and an apple.
I cant imagine what the folks in the South land are experiencing right now.
Well.. actually I kind of can, as I was just on the periphery of the 1991 Oakland fire storm, raiding my school campus, nabbing paintings as firemen and administration were chasing me out.

Those paintings sucked anyway.

Anyhow- our hearts go out to the Southern neighbors. It would appear to be Hell on Earth down there right now.

From raging fires, well now bounce to Big Brother with a clip from Matthew.

I dont know much about Face Book.
I do know a bit about Myspace however, but as far as theyre concerned, Im a 6'4" lesbian who likes sequels to movies, automatic weapons and listens to Crass.

And from Tauna;

Spokecards are cool and all, but I think this one might be the only one Ill ever need-

And I know Im gonna get yelled at by El Corpo for too many videos again, but this one from Austin is just too good to pass up.

Hightower (who from this point forward will also be known as 'Big Buddy') and I decided today that a smart individual would probably need three or four, on account of cause the Commies are smart and can come from any direction.

Heres a bit of news you can use;

The The Spirit of Surf City Psycho Cross Race is swiftly approaching. You all gonna be there?

Well its wednesday night, and Im wrapped up in front of a computer licking my wounds. The other deryls are out, ripping around in the woods and side streets enroute to JoeFishs bands rock and roll show.
Speaking of Halloween, next Wednesday is in fact All Hallows Eve and you can bet Ill be limping around in some capacity or another.

Maybe Ill even go as my spokecard.

God knows you dont need healthy ribs to stretch and have your junk fall out...