..And so does An Albatross.

Photo defiantly lifted from The Sucka Pants.

DPow! is definately bucking for my job as he just keeps sending on the hits.
The Snot Rockets story of his ride along in a Mavic support car is gonna give me sweet dreams for weeks.

And while were on the subject of The TOC, I may as well include this shot that Otis sent to us;

"Rules?! We dont need no stinking rules!"
What you dont see is the guy in the wheelchair trapped beneath the whip.
Obviously Ball has to have a drivers license from somewhere, right?

Thanks to The Snob for the link.

Anyway, back to DPow! for a second. He also graced us with this.

Oh good Christ. You mean Ive been doing it all of these years for free?

The thing about my moustache and me is that Im not a moustache kind of guy normally. I recognize that I look absurd with one, as does anyone with the exception of Sam Elliot,

Tom Selleck,

definately Urs Freular,

The Bandit,

and probably this guy;

Anyhow, in a meeting with a financial advisor the other day, (thats right- Im a grown up now) I pulled out a business card as well as my ID, both of which portray my big dumb face with a hairy lip. She questioned why it was I had a different moustache in both of those photos as I do now. I explained to her that its always done in jest and as a tribute to the anti-aesthetic that the moustache presents. Despite that fact, it was just then that I had to choke down the horrid realization that after all was said and done, I too have fallen into the ranks as 'the moustache guy'.

I guess that means its time to go invest in that van Ive had my eye on.

Of course Ill probably have to roshambo with Potter for it.

And while were on topic, TB sent on a kindergardener's artistic rendering of a pair of scissors.

I swear its the truth, and the truth is better then anything I could ever hope to make up.

Kinda like the other item she sent our way. Assume the position for the Spongebob Squarepants rectal thermometer.
Sortof gives 'Bikini Bottom' a whole new twist.

Truth be told, Im surprised KISS didnt think of it first.

Now back to bike junk-
Matthew laid some photos on us from last weeks county line debacle. You wanna see em? Then all you gotta do is go here.

One speed, and miles and miles of flat.
Good times.

Now this on the other hand, is something I can and will happily wrap my mind around.

Now then- if I seem particularly happy these days, it might be cause Ive got one of these on the way.

Let the romance begin.

A couple weeks ago while Skinny Bee and I were ripping around the dirt side of things, an ultra kitted up racer chick that we came across questioned why it was I was on a cross bike because as she stated "dude- cross season is ooover..."
While out and about with Blacksocks this weekend, it occurred to me that while I missed my opportunity to snap back with any sort of retort, by the looks of things on Saturday I maybe should have said
"Nuts to that-

Cross season is never over."

With that, please allow me to say two things-

1) This weekend a clerk at the grocery store said "you look like a young Jim Croce.. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Yeah" I responded. "Thats the second time Ive heard that today."

To which he asked "How many times have you heard that in your life?"

I stopped putting the items into my bag for a second and answered- "twice."

2) Im done here. We hope everyone had a grand weekend. Hold on tight as theres just five days till we do it all over again.

With respect,
The Moustache Guy