Yafro presented me with this gem of a find the other day whilst having cocktails with our better halves and his parents.
Great minds truly do think alike.
Thats not to say however that I consider my mind great. Its mostly running along behind some that are, yelling "hey.. wait for me!"

Paul wrote in with some insight as to how in his minds eye, the annual Las Vegas train wreck breaks down;

"I was not at Interbike... but I'd imagine that if y'all had run into a few wiseguys, the shakedown would have looked like this;"

Funny thing is, we did, and that was exactly how it looked.

In regards to Mondays bit about pants, the master of the hotness Tony gave us a shout to let us know that he feels just about the same way;

"Stevil,

Your blog about wearing clothes until threadbare reminded me to take a picture that I've wanted to take for a while. All my pants wear out the same way becuase I'm right handed and the sparks from grinding and cutting always hit my right thigh. I'm currently down to one pair that doesn't have a hole. Papa needs a new pair of pants!

The black ones in the middle are Ben Davis. Green are Army surplus. The rest Dickies.

Cheers,

Tony"

I recommended that he get himself wrapped up in one of those Ben Davis teamster aprons, as Ive rocked one for years, (until R.E.A. pranked me and slathered my goods in patchouli oil, which I despise with great passions) and its never let me down.

Speaking of Team Pereira, he mentioned that he and some of his teams of miscreants are going to be at the 24 Hours of Moab this weekend, which El Corpo and I were generously invited to by the event organizers, but we will be unable to attend due to the fact that we were unsuccessful in finding another 22 team mates, as we really dont care to ride our bikes for more than an hour within any 24 hour period..

Complayna forwarded an email on to me that is germane to the times, given the current economic strife;

"Economic Update.......

If you had purchased $1,000 of Delta Air Lines stock one year ago, you would have $49 left.
With Fannie Mae, you would have $2.50 left of the original $1,000.
With AIG, you would have less than $15 left.

But, if you had purchased $1,000 worth of beer one year ago, drunk all of the beer, then turned in the cans for the aluminum recycling REFUND, you would have $214 cash.
Based on the above, the best current investment advice is to drink heavily and recycle..."

You really cant argue with logic, and to that end, I was well ahead of the curve years ago.

While were on the topic of the financial crisis our country faces, Greg wrote in with a very suspicious tone;

"I can only assume you were behind this."

I can assure you, I was not, as I would never waste some of the precious pink upon an elected official.

But as far as the economy goes, you know where another spot would have been to invest your hard earned money?

..Mopeds...

Hey, you know whats right around the corner? The Homie, thats what.

Ive gotten a couple of emails from folks who dont have immediate ties with The Mafia, whove understandably expressed interest in getting themselves out to the Midwest to see first hand what all of the hubbub is about.
I explained as concisely as I can that part of the magic of The Homie is to arrive with no plan.
Nobody there is going to leave you hanging, and if you were to arrive at OneonOnes Friday night meet and greet, youd undoubtedly end up with some place to rest your weary head.
It might be under Z-Dohs dining room table, but it still beats a poke in the eye with a sharp stick...

Mostly..

Anyway, as much as it breaks my heart to say it, its looking like my upcoming New York trip is going to ground me from The Homie this year. Unless something miraculous happens like a long lost, and extraordinarily wealthy relative happens to make the scene to help my quiveringly empty wallet out, its looking like Im going to have to bow out.

At this point however, with all of my fingers and toes crossed, not all is yet lost. Ill be sure to keep you all posted.

Would you like to see a photo of our friend Phil avoiding the bummer life way back when we were all just wet-behind-the-ears-whippersnappers?

Its not necessarily been proven, but there is speculation that Phil actually invented the 'Wednesday Night Ride hot dog hill climb'.

He really is just that epic an individual.

Now then.. heres a story of a fella named Eric who got a call from the L.B.S. (Im assuming) to let him know that the Swo-bike hed ordered had arrived. How did he pick it up you ask?

He threw the little one in the Burley trailer and told them to slouch, of course;

Ill cap this post off with a glimpse into the minds of some of Chicagos finest ner-do-wells;

And youll probably want to know about this one as well.. It looks to me like somebody went to art school.....

And just so you know, even though the following race was last weekend, this is the kind of brilliance Team Beer'd puts fourth;

If youre interested in finding more out about their events, and I trust that you are, alls you gotta do is click here.

Its Wednesday today, and I love Wednesdays. If you need me Ill be on my bike blowing snot all over both shoulders, with a grimace on my face.

By the way, did you all used to blow bubbles when you were kids?

...Cause hes back in town and I heard he was looking for you...