Sure, why not? Many thanks to Jon from Dahlonega Wheel Works for that bit of weirdness.

If you check out our friends over at The Drunk Cyclist with any frequency, you no doubt saw this following clip. Now as the partner of a Pilates instructor who regularly expounds on the benefits of developing healthy core strength, and knowing how difficult it is to work those primary muscle groups, it was with great interest that I watched the feats preformed by the individuals therein, but also, cause I'm a dude, and as such, have an inherent attraction to ladies on poles.

Seriously though, the upside down shimmy, belly dance thing at a minute forty seconds? That's insane.

It made me remember, whatever the medium or mode, whether it be R.C. car racing, or skeet shooting, or hacky sacking, or pole dancing, there are always going to be the best of the best, which leaves the rest of us to proudly carry the torch of mediocrity.

Here is an email I got that filled me with curiosity;

"Hey hey hey!!!

I want to mail you something, you know, old school. With a return address on it and stuff. And after I send it, you will have to open the letter and it will have words on a piece of paper that ask something of you, and you will say, "YES!" and then you will run out side and do what the words on the paper ask. And then you will run back inside and email me and say, "YES! We did what the letter said and here is the proof" and you will include the proof.

Or you won't do any of that.

I hope you do the "YES" stuff.

Stewart"

To which I bluntly replied;

"Stewart,

As long as it doesn't result in my professional termination, federal incarceration, or romantic conclusion, I can, with almost 100% certainty guarantee that I will say yes."

I'll keep you posted.

Let's see.. what else do I have?
Ah yes. ..You might remember this story about the cops detaining and abusing a couple of road cyclists for threatening them with their butts, which of course is a preposterous tale, but sometimes an officer is in real danger, and when such a time arises, they have to use force. Case in point?
When a 72 year old great grandma gets out of control.

The other night while perusing the website of photographer Veronika Lenzi, I came across this shot of former Retrotec super honch Darin, feeding Skinny Bee like a mama bird feeds the baby;

That seems to be a reoccurring theme among my friends.
Jesus, can't they just drink beer like normal people?

Not that going from 'normal people' to this next email from Steve is terribly appropriate, because after all, folks in the Somerville, Massachusetts area are far from what I would consider 'normal', but it's the next item on the docket, so here we go;

"Hi Stevil:

-Steve I"

I appreciate the scoop from their corner of the world. I like that region, and I like the people from that region, though regardless of all the warm fuzzies that were contained in that communicaé, I can't help but be distracted by what is going on with this young woman;

Everyone seems to be fairly well enthralled with the exchange happening between Dan and Mike, or at the very least, the bicycle itself, though the brown haired girl seems to be choking back some sadness, or maybe she's so happy that Dan won that she is actually trying not to cry.

The fact of the matter is, I've made lots of girls cry, so I think I am a pretty good authority on this facial expression.

But upon further thought, perhaps that's the previously mentioned gf Keri, lamenting the fact that she had other plans for what is now going to be the bike room.

I suppose that I could be over thinking all of this and it's simply that she was just about to sneeze.

I haven't made very many girls sneeze.

So now for just a few more items, the first being a heads up from Bobo;

That's probably going to be a really good time.

Also from Newt we get another super sweet blog- Goths In Hot Weather.

Many years ago my sister got a free ticket to see The Cure at Red Rocks, and she said it was pretty funny watching all of the pasty faced Goths, (Or 'Death Rockers' as we called them in the 80s) scurry about in an attempt to not get sunburned.

In an email from Loudass, he lets us in on what he's doing in his free time between being loud and an ass;

"Yes, I have created an army of genetically engineered J Mac clones. Beware."

Now all we need to do is to make a Tina B clone for each of them with little pill box hats and funny glasses and the party can begin.

From my very old and recently reacquainted friend Kevin, comes Google Street View's take on bikes.

All bike maps lead to my house.

Now get the hell off my lawn.

Finally from Yafro, he sends what might be one of my new favorite websites;

HB Cut The Course in 1990.

Snarky sarcasm from a bicycle industry blog?
Now I've seen everything.

IT'SFRIDAYYOUGUYSKNOWWHATTODO.... HIIYAHHH!