His name is synonymous with action photography and besides having as sharp an eye as they come, he knows exactly what it takes to convey the hope and 'hell yeah' of the most epic of bicycle riding experiences.

The reason I bring him up is because he has recently sullied my domain with his presence, and allowed me the honor of snapping a couple of less-than-world class photos of him in the process;

He will rest easy tonight, safe with the thought that I in no way pose a threat to his position as one of the most talented photographers in the biz.

Anyway, aside from the standard array of two wheeled nonsense, we've done our best to put the fear of god into the hearts of many cans of beer, and at least one bottle of tequila.
I know it's the work week, but we're professionals.. I wouldn't necessarily recommend this lifestyle to the common man.

If you look towards our burgh these days, you might very well see the shine off of Mr. Blacksocks new bike wood;

Hey, you probably haven’t seen my new whip…Ahhh, who needs a 5th road bike anyway? Apparently, I did…."

I was recently having an email conversation with an old friend of mine in which I relayed the notion of anytime a fella shows up with a pink bike that it becomes common knowledge that they are a force to be reckoned with.

Of course while we're on the topic of forces to be reckoned with I can't neglect to include a link that was left in the comments on Monday's post from one who goes as 'Back in The Day'.

Rob Warner and The (Stink) Palm go toe to toe in this no holds barred interview.
Reader be warned however.. Things get a little racy.

Oohhh, and speaking of racy, let's talk about racing..
You know I've got a knack for the words..

Many times I've mentioned a fellow by the name of GeneO here before. Well M.B.S. just sent in this piece that's pretty interesting, but obviously the following quote from the comments is what stuck in my place where things get stuck;

“I can top that with an eye-witness account of Gene’s style. Picture the start to a typical mountain bike race in the early 90s. Lots of lycra. A few rock-shox (maybe), and a couple of guys locked-in to their Look road pedals (I was one of them), teetering at the start and waiting for the gun to go off. A cloud of dust in the distance is followed by a car that pulls up to the start line. Out comes some dude in a white t-shirt and jeans, appearing to be in no hurry. He opens the trunk, pulls out his MBzip, and slowly puts on his jersey and those sweet original Oakleys. Rides up right to the very front of the start line just as the gun goes off and proceeds to win the race easily.”

It's true. It's all true..

What was neglected to be mentioned however is that Gene is a leap year baby, and as such, this coming February will be turning 13 years old.

That explains alot.

Now, this has nothing to do with GeneO, but here is one is for the ladies... The dreamboat hath arrived.

I hear the panties dropping the world over.

If anybody knows Dimitri, would you have him give me a call, cause I wanna know if the guy is for real.

In closing, here is a submission from Jason;

"Gotta love the John Travolta picture postcard book and an issue of CRACKED wrapped in protective plastic. "

Ordinarily I would respond with "sir, I don't 'gotta' do anything."
However in this case he is absolutely correct.

Happy whatever day it is.