Now then- Im sad to report that for me Wednesday had no ride, or hijinx. What Wednesday did have was another 11 hour day of scaling pallet shelving and getting the goods out the door.

You know, as Ive said before, Im a simple man with simple needs. By my own choice I have very little social life, I dont eat much, Im mostly house broken, and generally when Im feeling in need of a break, instead of taking time off to go lay on a beach, go camping, or whatever regular people do when they go on vacation, I simply peel off on the bike for a few hours, drink some beer and maybe nap in the woods somewhere..
Im reasonably certain that Im finally in a place that no amount of alcohol or miles on the bike will cure.

Thats not to say that Im in the mental state that Christopher McCandless was in in Jon Krakauers book 'Into The Wild', but hitting the road to maintain a healthy metal state is looming on the distant horizen.
That being said, should you tune in here one day and then the next and then the next and the same spew is staring back at you over and over again, that might be an indication that I finally lost my mind and am exercising the old hitch hiking thumb.

The Go Gos were probably onto something.

Anyhow, lets get on with it, shall we?

First off I should remind you all that this weekend up there in Seattle is the first of the Urban Assault Ride Series events, and if you know whats good for you, youll get to it.

Really how can you go wrong with big wheels, bikes, and beer? The only other Bs you need would be bananas and broccoli, and Im sure youd be able to find those around somewhere.

I suppose the final B you might need would be Brendan, and lucky for you, hes right here;

"Stevil --

An old pal of mine sent me this video, reminding me of a conversation we once had, in which I told him about my old football coach repeatedly telling us in the pregame huddle, "These guys put their pants on one leg at a time, just like us. So let's go out there and blah blah blah ..." and I talked about how fucked we'd be if we ever met a team that was somehow able to put their pants on two legs at a time.

Well, we have seen the enemy, and he is these dudes. Particularly great is how ecstatic the guy holding the pants is when they pull off a successful maneuver. Genuine excitement.

Hope you're having a good week.

Brendan Leonard"

Ive seen that video around, and all I have to say is how is it some folks are blessed with so much free time?

An old timer of the Swobo family that goes by the name of Mike D wrote an article about these cats that are for lack of a better term, absolutely bat shit crazy. Im about to link the trailer for the documentary that recently has been done about them but before you watch it, be forewarned. Place a pillow on your keyboard, cause as soon as you peep this clip, your jaws gonna be smacking it.
Take a deep breath and lay your eyes on Scrapper.

Regular Bummer Life reader Barton wrote to us about a bike bash hes throwing in Boise. (A few more Bs you need.) He gushed and made me think that it most likely promises to be a good time, as does most of what we hear about in Boise these days.
Just click on his name up at the top there to get the link and the skinny.

Photographer extraordinaire, and regular contributor to the Bummer Lifes header photos, R. Kurtz has also filled us in on a bicycle event happening out there in Virginny.

Then Kevin sent in an image in response to the photo of the zebra striped body suit girl from Monday;

Im sure shell be touched, and perhaps will be inspired to bring out more treasures from her closet.

From time to time, Im graced with an email from The Bike Snob. They usually have just a few well chosen words and maybe some footage of Ted Dansons face superimposed on Bruce Springsteens body singing 'Dancing in the dark' or something equally absurd.
Well Wednesday was no different with this offering;

I totally want to party with that moppet.

How about we have an 'art that doesnt suck' moment? Scott and Ashley both sent this in and Im still trying to wrap my mind around what it is that Im seeing. Though its not doing backflips in a pair of pants, its still pretty kick ass.

Prepare yourself for the genius of MUTO.

We recently received a communiqué from Sean at Soulcraft further confirming my theory that the only thing lamer than a douchebag is a douchbag with power.

"Stevil,
A little something for you. I've been riding this trail (and through this gate) for a little over 20 years without incident. The trail winds its way above the hills between Fairfax and Terra Linda/Lucas Valley
in Marin.
On the other side of the fence is private land and the previous owner didn't care too much if you passed through as long as you closed the gate behind you. At one point I believe that the Open Space sign actually stated that the property had become Open Space or at least it was "officially" O.K. to roll through. On Saturday I see that it's been closed off with barbed wire and at least 10 "no trespassing" signs.

You could tell that something (or someone) had drastically changed. Turns out that a few years back a celebrity type bought the property and hired an ex-policeman to manage the property, hence the not so-subtle "keep the F out" vibe. Also turns out that said celebrity is none other than James Hetfield of
Metallica.

I really like Metallica, or I did in the early days, and I don't like to judge someone's work on what they do in their personal time but I think I've made up my mind on at least one point:
James Hetfield is a paranoid shitbag."

I feel the same way, and if you dont agree with us, just watch the Metallica documentary 'Some Kind of Monster' or better yet, just read my glowing movie review.

Im gonna leave you with this video clip that The Skipper sent to me. I love everything about this piece, plus its got a nice song by Priestess as a soundtrack and if you dont think its as funny as I do, then its obvious that you dont have the sense of humor of a third grader.

Gary knows what Im talking about, otherwise he wouldnt have sent us this;

Theres really nothing I love more then a ragdolling body. You know.. as long as its not mine.
-Amen.

Congratulations on making it through yet another week, to yet another Friday.
Signing off never felt so good.