Speaking of moustaches, lets start off Monday with a collection of a few of contemporary historys best.

And as far as that goes, Frank sent on a list of photos, mostly shot in the 70s, which should forever be known as the decade of the moustache.

I know Ive seen a photo on a wall at my parents house that would absolutely put some of these to shame. As soon as they return from wherever the hell they are, Ill look into getting a copy.

This clip of an interview with Bummer Life escapee Cory Worthington sent in by Step-on Wolf proves that he doesnt care about Mondays, moustaches, or really much else for that matter.

The loveliness that is Joi sent in this article about a cyclist who took a bumpy, albeit victorious route down the previously blazed path of the single brave soul in Tiananmen Square.

Well played mystery cyclist. Well played.

Anyone thats ever thrown a leg over a bicycle has that one single challenge that seemingly nearly always escapes them. When I was very young, it was the hill leading to the top of my childhood homes drive way. For some its that one climb that they just can never seem to regularly crest, or a set of off camber stairs they can only successfully clean 50% of the time..
Well Ive found my new white whale. Its a sizeable drop onto a narrow thread of chipped away single track. Ive cleaned it on only a small handful of attempts, and found myself pulling pine needles from within the confines of my darkest crevasses on the rest.

Since I began a relationship with the discipline of off road riding over 20 years ago, Ive been fortunate enough to always have at least one spot like this in my periphery that never allows me to have a consistently victorious relationship with it, this past Friday evening being no different.
The contour of the trail forever changing just slightly enough to always prevent it from being a no brainer.
You know- suffice it to say..some days youre the boot, and some days youre the cow patty.

Anyhow- over the weekend I went on and on about an old hat of mine which I dearly love, and understandably, a reader took slight exception assuming that I possibly wouldnt buy the Swobo if I didnt get a deal on the Swobo. To further the point I made in the comments section on that post, I want to offer this. Over the last ten years Ive spent hundreds of dollars on rain jackets, all of which Im proud to say are American made, and all of which Im disappointed to say dont work, and all of which I paid full pop for.
Last year my nice girlfriend purchased me a pair of REIs Novara Stratos rain pants, which I love, love, love. To complete the set, I just dropped a considerable amount of change on the Stratos rain jacket.
No industry deal, no bro code, no nothin', and this one hurt a hell of a lot more in the old pocket book than a 20 dollar hat ever could.
What does this mean in the long term? Fewer groceries, no records for a while, patch tubes 5 times more than usual, and no monthly dinner out with the lady friend, but on the flip side, many warm, dry and snuggly commutes over the course of the remaining winter months.
Like I said- its all about priorities, of which mine are arguably skewed.

Lets see, what else? I sadly missed the dirt crit that went down in the big city this weekend due to the fact that my motor vehicle is presently down for the count, thus leaving me no way to transport myself the many miles between here and there, however Im counting on one of the fine folks who actually made it through to lay a report on us soonish.

What was the schedule I kept in place of getting to the big city this weekend you ask?
Saturday: Wake up, eat breakfast, watch cartoons, buy grocerys, go back to bed, wake up, stretch, draw, eat dinner, watch movies, go back to bed.
Sunday: Wake up, eat breakfast, watch cartoons, mount the Dirtbomb, kick my own ass all over hill and dale, stretch, eat dinner, watch cartoons, go to bed.

Its truly a damn shame Im not a millionaire, because I could redefine laziness for generations to come.
And there I was just a week ago or so lamenting the fact that I wasnt truly great at anything.
This weekend I was truly great at nothing.
Literally.
..And it was brilliant.

I can only hope everyone had an equally restful and recharging weekend. Like I always say- theres only five days till we can do it all over again.