A waterslide...

A wise man once spoke the truth;

You truly cant hate everything.
You might as well trim that list down to the bare minimum...

and just keep Metallica.
...They make it soooooo easy.

You know, a fella that goes by the name of 'Skull' contacted me to request a link exchange. I told him that no one ever looks at the links over there in the side bar anyhow and that Id do him a solid by putting his own blog up in lights.
So Im going to do that.
Right now.
Here it is...

Right....here.

And as long as were on the topic of people named Skull, Pinto sent this bit of news on for our edification..

You wanna name your kid 'Chicken Bucket Rollerblade'? Go right ahead.

In an email from James;

"I saw this pair on my ride home after work this week. Use it as you wish."

I told James I blew it up and put it on the ceiling above my bed.

Now, El Corpo hates cats. I know lots of folks who dont care for cats, and conversely, I know lots of folks who dont particularly care for dogs, but I think thats just silly.
How can you like one kind of animal, but not another?
Animals are not sports teams. I dont see how one could pick a favorite, and then actually have disdain for another, and with all of this being said, it doesnt mean that I want people to start sending me pictures of animals.

I think animals are just like people, only not as crappy.

I mean take these baby cows for example. Theyre just chilling, eating grass and avoiding the Chupacabra.

Thats the life for me.

But you wouldnt know it, just as I ask people not to send me pictures of babies, none other than our own Ritchie Ditta sends me pictures of his own off shoot fixing bikes.
And then Devin did it as well...
Come on people. Youre killing me.
No babies.

Anyway, in an attempt to further myself from being an even more crappy human being than I already am, heres the P.S.A. portion of The Bummer Life all about a Look pedal recall.

Alright, I cant take credit for that. Ashley sent that in. She also sent in this video of The Urban Ninja;

Im pretty sure that Ive had that up before cause Im pretty sure it is awesome.

And just so theres no mistake in thinking that that Ashley doesnt have the main line to all that rules on the interweb, heres one more in the form of the Cake Wrecks blog.

So Wednesday found me on my first dirt ride in, what... two months? You know, it was rad and all, but then we saw this;

and then we did this;

What was the raddest was that she was surrounded by a swarm of unicyclists..
What a minute, I think I may have a picture of that too...

Yep. I sure do.. The trusty camera never lets me down.

Anyway, I finished the ride, and I was nowhere closer to rushing for the ice pack then I was at the start, so I guess thats a pretty good sign, and like I mentioned before, I always have the security of knowing that I was at one time the 25th fastest one speeder
IN
THE
WORLD.

And really, you know thats a fairly elite club, as for the first worlds at Big Bear, I dont even think there were 25 people racing, so that means theres only like, seven of us, which brings to mind a brilliant bolt of brilliantness.

If I can assemble all of the people whove achieved this level of grandeur, I will have a commemorative tattoo designed for just us, and let all of the world know just who the worst of the best really is.

We truly are the upper echelon of mediocrity, and know this my friends... That aint chopped liver.

You know what else isnt chopped liver? What I do to relax.

I got nothin' ahead of me this weekend but a whole lot of that.

And after performing the wedding last weekend, Im of the opinion that I deserve it.

Ive been thinking lately, as I occasionally do from time to time, and Im just generally kind of in awe of the new found appreciation for hand built custom bicycles. Dont get me wrong, I think that its truly an awesome craft, but the fact that theres enough gravy to go around from new builders to the older, more experienced builders is incredible.

A friend of ours who Im sure youre all well aware is sort of like the godfather of custom building, as hes been at it for as long as anyone can remember..
To own one of Bruce Gordons works of art would be to truly own a piece of history, and when my ship comes in, you can bet that I will.

In regards to 6'7"s fits of inspiration in the stems face plates, Dave writes;

"Ola,
Long time reader, first time spammer. Thanks for your consistent efforts to make every other day worth living.

Question fer ya ... where did y'all get the inspiration for this?

I know that guy. He's Bill "Bike Guy" Humphreys. One of the first American stage racers in Europe. Coach of many (Including Greg LeMond as a junior). National champ on the dirt. All around full-throttle hard-charger.

And still sports that stylin' lip coozie.

Anyway, had to share.

go drink something
-dave"

When I woke up this morning, I had no idea I was gonna get taken to school by Professor Dave.
Anyway, as I said before, 6'7"s bursts of outwardly channeled brain power really have no rhyme or reason. When hes at the helm, all you can do is sit back and enjoy the ride.

Would you like to see a funny cartoon that Matt sent me?
Sure you would.

Im pretty sure thats a true story.

Its Friday today. That means theres about to be all kinds of hijinx to get into, and if I know you like I think I know you, getting into it youll be doing..

As will we...
Be doing.

Ahem....

Just maybe not in the same way as this lady.

Have a good one..er..rather two, everybody.