Ordinarily Id hate these two for looking so good, but theres really no denying, Demonika and JMac make a smashing couple.

Thanks for holding down the fort in my absence. I gotta tell you, after having survived the lap of luxury these last few days, I dont know how rich people do it.

I spent a total of 36 hours alternating between a pool, and a hot tub, ate like a king, drank my body weight in alcohol, and at one point at 2:00 in the morning, in the hot tub, surrounded by naked bodies, and pouring a handle of Jack Daniels into my face, I exclaimed "SO THIS IS WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE DAVID LEE ROTH!?"
The wedding was amazing, and Ill go on record here to say that I am truly blessed to know some of the folks that I do.

I dont know how they got so unlucky to be stuck with me.

So, that being said, Im just gonna go ahead and get right into it.

Justin writes;

"Yo Man. safe travles. you should put on a monkey suit. those are hard to find so gorilla suit is a good 2nd choice. people always seem to get a kick out of that. while the FresnOakland will be getting rad via 3 or 4 hours on dirtbikes with a couple hundred of the worlds politest cyclists this weekend, were all a just bunch of sissies compared to this guy:

seems right up your alley. I love the part when the voice in the background goes "Hey, HEY!"
Later"

Up my alley? If you mean mainlining into the spine of my soul, then yeah- youre right.

Marty has one that makes me feel good as well;

"Stevil -
In another shocking occurance in the so-called randomness of the
6-6-6, I present to you this:

I reside in the lair of the beast hisself, as proven by my oh-so
accurate GPS. I was lazing about after my last ride, enoying a taste
of the Creamy Darkness[leinies!], and look at the little unit picutred
here-with and noticed the elevation. Now many of you coast dwellers
think living in the midwest must be hell. I mean it is flat after all.
And those Minneapplepuss charachters don't help. Here's your proof!
Right here on the Mrs. Hippy, we do in fact reside in hell.

But it was only for a few minutes. Only moments later I was suddenly a
hundred feet higher, with no vertigo. Wierd. Musta been the beer.

Carry on with your Friday high-jinks.

marty"

At this point, its not even interesting how many times I come across the triple six.
In fact at one point this weekend, I was in a public restroom about to wash my hands, and there was a fellow on ether side of me as well. Well we were at this faucets with the infrared eye that turns on the water automatically, and as we all simultaneously dove in for soap and water, mine was the only one that received none.
It was at that point that I realized I have no soul.

Wes (in Toronto) had something Ive been looking for;

"Speaking of Garfield, have you seen the awesomeness that is Garfield Minus Garfield? Basically some genius (clearly) has selected Garfield cartoon strips, but photoshopped out Garfield leaving us with a glimpse into the psyche of one Jon Arbuckle. I always knew something wasn't right with that guy.

Quote from the site: "Who would have guessed that when you remove Garfield from the Garfield comic strips, the result is an even better comic about schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, and the empty desperation of modern life? Friends, meet Jon Arbuckle. Let's laugh and learn with him on a journey deep into the tortured mind of an isolated young everyman as he fights a losing battle against loneliness in a quiet American suburb."

It is sheer gold. Heres the goods.

Cheers,
Wes (in Toronto)"

Thats so good. Ive always felt that Garfield and I have quite alot in common. He loves lasagna, and I love lasagna, he hates Mondays, and I hate Mondays, now hes gone missing, and after this past weekend, my livers gone missing...

Were like two peas in a pod.

You might notice that theres not that much bike action to speak of on these posts lately.
Thats a big, fat, stinking drag as my shoulders still detached. Its much better then it was a week and a half ago, but its still far from 100%. Im giving myself another week, and then the training for my upcoming breakout season will begin.
I will regale you all with tales of my training schedule, how many miles Ive logged that week, and all about my aspirations to be the fastest man within 500 miles around.
It will be just like old times.

And while were speaking of epic races, and the race seasons of heros, I got a flyer from somebody out East for an event thats gonna go down in The Big Apple.

And also speaking of folks from out East, and The Big Apple, I got a photo from someone who on very good authority can back up that the following image is actually that of the reclusive Bike Snob of New York City.
It should also be noted that this individual is in fact wearing a Danzig shirt.

It circled back to him, and he swears it to be a hoax, but when it turns out to be true-remember this;
You heard what very well could be true, here first.

Im about to die and its only Tuesday, but El Corpo put a nice card on my desk while I was away that I will share with you now.

And there was obviously some note worthy events around the office while I was away.

It may be the beginning of the week, but at the very same time its still only four days til the end and that my friends is just plain rad..