I sensed just then that God must surely been aware of what was going on in Joes head and that it was going to result in Joe saying something to me that would have made my morning just that much more pleasant and so he shot a little lightening bolt down that turned into this sticker just as Joes gaze met the street where it lay.

Though Id be lying if I said my face wasnt resembling a bit of that particular bit of the anatomy these days, so maybe it was just fate.

Another friend named Tim sent in something that was a little less ballsacky in reference to our beer can collection;

"Stevil, This is the Bob Owen Memorial Cup. Do yourself a favor and do the google on Bob Owen. US hockey hero, and unfortunately, he died a bummer death. This is the trophy I play for when I’m not on the bike.

Win it and your name is engraved on the keg. I haven’t won it yet in 5 tries, so I’m not in this picture. In it, though, you will notice a couple of decent mustaches.

The keg was MGD, if you were wondering.

tp"

That reminds me, when I was back in Colorado, Elmes said that hed been playing hockey with a bunch of fellas for the last few years, and that it was a perfect supplement to his bike riding life.
It got me to thinking.. Maybe karate and model car building isnt what I need to do to occupy my time when Im not on a bike. Maybe it should be hockey.
Granted, I havent had a pair of ice skates on since I was in fourth grade, and even then, I spent more time sliding around on my ankles then the I did the blades, but being so incredibly adept at all things physical as I am, Im sure Ill be super terrific at that too.

Now then- the following surveillance photo is of a young woman out in Colorado stealing a chair. She goes by the moniker of 'The Republic of Jamie' and she sent an email that has nothing to do with anything.
Just like I like em;

"okay, as a cyclist i do get yelled at from passing cars, not that i'm doing anything that could cause an accident or an inconvience, just people being dicks.

but i had probably what i would consider the strangest thing yelled at me thus far. Some young douche water rednecks yelled "get a horse!"

As I responded to her, surely she cant disparage the young man for his enthusiasm. Im sure she might not remember back to the first time she rode in a car, but if she could Id bet that it would be recalled as a truly invigorating experience- The kind that inspires one to yell out the window.
For example, in Florida around Spring time, many first timers yell; "WOOOOOOOOOOOSPRINGBREAKWOOOOO!"

Or in Salt Lake City I had a fellow drive passed me simply yelling "FAAAAGGGGOOOTTTTT!...."

See, it isnt easy being retarded. I told her that she has to look deep inside of herself and find some solace in the simple fact that shes fortunate enough to know how exciting it is to ride in a car, and as such, she carries that thrill with grace and dignity.

Not everyone can be so lucky.

I got another email from the George camp proving that avoiding the bummer life is in their blood;

"First of all. Big Andrew, Sweet Mike, Jaret and I ran today and we all survived. This shit is amazing and we're drunk as Moses and having the time of our lives.

Second of all, last night we were robbed of all possessions. We now have just the clothes on our back and some cash, Which Mike keeps reminding us is a true blessing in disguise.

We are a lot lighter, we don't have to haul incovienient bags around and we don't have to worry about the latest fashion trends. It's just us and the road now.

Still smiling, drunk, and loving life once again in Pamplona.

Hasta Pronto,
Zness"

Now it should be noted that although I wasnt provided with any visual aide for the story, I suspect they would progress something like this-

One;

two;

and three;

Thats what they call good times.

One of our heartiest foot soldiers that goes by the name of Frank keeps his eye peeled in every direction for the good stuff, and in his latest email, didnt veer off course;

"The orange wall of hate better be getting a cut of this action.."

What can I say? We were well ahead of our time in regards to our fashion sense, and I suspect with the inclusion of jeweled pants clips and Chanel bicycles into our fold, its just a matter of time before we see Jennifer Aniston tooling about on Rodeo Drive wearing coveralls as well.

And moreover, even though its been a long debated issue weather or not girls fart, I suspect that while wearing the coveralls, she might go for the added protection of these, you know... Just in case.

Well there we are. Another post on this bicycle blog that has almost nothing at all to do with bicycles.
Ill tell you.. Im almost getting this down to a science.

That being said, Ill drop a tiny bit of knowledge about the Bicycle Film Festival thats rearing its head again. This time its in our home away from home in Minneapolis, so if youre there, be there and not square, dig?

Anyhow..its Wednesday. You know what to do.