Firstly, for those of you who are unfamiliar with Depakote, it's a medication that treats Bipolar Disorder, migraines, Epilepsy, possibly hair loss, and it sucks total balls.
I know this as I was put on it for a short stint after I found the dead guy. Anyhow, all of this is simply to preface the introduction of the Keirin video game that Zach turned me on to.
As I mentioned on 'Guys', it kinda made me do that thing the Simpsons did, when they watched the Japanese robots.
What is it with Japanese media that causes ol' round eye to convulse so?

Recently Danny B turned me on to a blog done by all around nice guy and former professional skateboarder Max Schaff, which if you're into hand built choppers, might be right up your alley.

I of course am not referring to that schlocky garbage that you might find on "Meathead, Meathead and Meathead build a prefabricated puzzle", otherwise known as 'American Chopper', but this is the real deal. Taking bikes apart, chopping them (hence the name, dontchaknow) and reassembling them in all of their rusty badassness.
This is the motorbike enthusiasts 'Billetproof'.

Oh, by the way, did you hear that racket? That was the sound of the bummer life getting the hell out of dodge.
I like to click on as many of them as possible at once and imagine that I'm floating on a little cloud in Heaven, and instead of harps, all of the angels sing like Diamond Dave.

On it's way out however, the bummer life just may have tripped over Bilenky Cycle's third annual urban-junkyard cross race. Do you find yourself near Bilenky?

If you do, and you don't make it out to this, you my friend are a damned fool.
That sounds like a perfect way to spend a dreary Sunday.
Actually, that sounds like the perfect way.

But lest we forget, our pals from Team Beer'd in Chicago have their third night of gold sprints coming up that you probably wouldn't want to miss either.

It does my heart good to know that here we are, ankle deep in winter and folks aren't slowing down in the least.
I do, but then again, I'm delicate like a flower.

Speaking of which, I adjourned on my own Wednesday Night Ride, which was really not much to speak of. It was a lovely, and crisp sunset as I drank a beer, and shivered on the hillside, resulting in a chance to traverse my most favorite road in the county;

The sun eventually fell from view, and I wandered around the darkness in a solo mode, wondering what the hell I was doing.
With my toes finally robbed of their life force, I returned to my home to soak it off in a warm bath.

..Like I said.. 'A delicate flower'....

Why don't we see what George has been up to, no?

"Well Friend,
It has been a little spell since our last moment, but rest assured I have been doin it to it.

the flakes are here in full force which is alright, but it means getting yelled at by people you don't know who don't get why you're doing a 30 mile ride in the dark and snow with flashers. a dude stopped and yelled at me "go home cause you're sick." But on the flip side we've been shredding fresh gnar pow all week while getting the snow legs back.

Today was one hell of a day, my bro Slex sent me "The Rider" by Tim Krabbe and then I cracked a beer and read until the bath water went luke. plus there were a couple of 6packs just waiting on the counter compliments of my roommate "dad."

Big Shoutout to Max of the Stompaz who just completed his cycling trip from Seattle to NY. A Carbondale dude that somehow I never met, but known for killing it on any form of 2 wheels. Nice!

None of the pics have anything to do with any of the above text, but they do include a pink unicorn if you look closely.

toodles,
George"

From there, I don't really know where we can go but down.

As I've mentioned here many times recently, my parents are literally dumping box load after box load of crap on me during their relocation process. Among one of said box loads, I found some outtakes from my senior picture, which I will present to you now.

Yeah, it's crap, but not nearly as bad as the following;

Or really for that matter, any of these..

In closing, I'll now offer you the sorded saga of one loudmouth who kinda missed the point of the Cyclocross heckle.

A sweet sequence of the hillbilly shuffle that Marko turned me onto can be found here.
That kind of nonsense would never fly in Boulder.

My final word on this is that the offenders were amateurs, and should have their heckler's licenses revoked.

Secondarily, as I told Marko, this is coming from an individual who's been escorted out of a World's mountain bike event by sherriff's officers, so that's saying something.

(It should be noted that it was a case of mistaken identity, Pringles, and pornography that led to my removal. Not blatant, Neanderthal-esque nimrodery.)

Lastly, I just got a nice email from David concerning my Wednesday's post;

"I hope you bust through that wall soon amigo, don't leave us hanging."

To which I responded;

"I'm persevering.
I'm half Irish.
That's all my people are good for."

I'd like to offer thanks for the emails and comments in support of me maintaining my position here, but I have no intention of walking away. Mark those words.
I almost totally promise.

Ok, I've wrung as much life outta this one as I possibly can.

Not too bad for a guy with one eye crossed.

..and the weekend.. starts.. now..