Monday is upon us, but that shouldn't bring us down.
Hearing my plea and expressed concerns regarding my lack of free time, Bobo stepped up his game and snail mailed in a contribution.

That is to say, I didn't have to simply cut and paste his contribution, but rather I scanned, and transfered it here for you all to experience.
Bobo writes;



Firstly, I know I laid bacon as a topic to rest a couple of weeks ago, but seeing as I have such a soft spot for real, honest to god mail I had to include Bobo's contribution.
It's just so perfectly organic.
Secondly, I too attended the previously mentioned event, and if I remember correctly, there was a substantial amount of pre-race vomiting, and Robert Ives and I continued our established tradition of crashing Leroy out in the final moments of competition, once again snagging victory from our nemesis's weathered claws.
Also, if memory serves, (which at this point is a near impossibility) while marking the course on the previous evening with 'Walk For a Cure' signage, the race organizers were confronted, and then chased cross-country by some opponents of our ilk in their Datsun Z-28, but only Blanco and Pawz would know for sure.
While we're on the topic of food stuffs as body tonic however, I should also include this link that Nick sent in.
Burger chain markets meat scent.
Man, that's just nasty.
Hey, you know, it's almost that day when folks exchange gifts and there are a couple of individuals out there that are involved in the process of hand making items that might make of ideal last minute gift ideas. First up, Mike writes;
"I know, I know: It's canned ham, but hey I am busy. I got a bunch of canvas messenger bags and have been painting them. I sent out a mass email to my 5hundred cyber pals on facebook and have sold a lot already. Here is said message:
I'm drawing a blank here. What are those things that everyone has to carry their stuff, while actually paying to endorse certain companies? ... Not wigwams, what are they called? Bags. Right. bags. So I make bags and as you can see they are totally rad..
Would you like to be rad? Not sure if you are rad or not and just want to be on the safe side? Well buy a bag from me stupid! As an added bonus, if you buy one now I will promise to think good thoughts about you for 19 seconds upon reciving your money. Yes, I swear I'll dedicate nearly one-third of a minute to thinking "Man, (your name here), is cool. I hope everything in his/her life goes well because he/she really derserves it. Sincerely, all the best wishes to him/her."

On top of that you can tell everyone that you and I are friends and I gave you the bag for free. If they don't believe you and wonder why I never call to hang out with you, tell them we are facebook friends and to STFU already.
In addition to the bags in this album I can paint any image or text in any of my other art albums:
All Bags are $45.00 plus shipping.
Hit me up 303.579.8407
Happy Holidays!"
Obviously I didn't include a shot of one of his bags, simply because you know I have a thing for the Danzig skull.
Also, that's pretty bold of Mike to offer up his phone number for the interweb, so no crank calls, alright?
Hey Mike, is your refrigerator running?
If you would simply like to shoot the old bean an email, he can be found here- mikefriedb@aol.com.
Next up, an email from Ted;
"My work at Occidental Mfg. in Sebastopol continues to keep me busy but we've had to layoff people - which is never fun.
Which brings me to my request: All I'm asking is for you to consider, just consider, as the holidays are coming, buying something from the company I work for. They are a family owned business that makes all-American made, high quality goods. I really care for the people and the products they make and I hate to see them hurting in this economy.
No one asked me to write this letter, I just want to see things get better and the economy improve. So why not start locally huh?
Occidental Mfg. is best known for it's tool belts but we make a fun children's toolbelt and also some nice adventure bags, man-bags, bags for laptops, luggage etc.
A fun Children's tool belt, beautiful, beautiful leather bags, a very nice laptop bag, and handy and well built organizer bags .
Thanks!
Ted, Linda and Hazel"
So there you go. If you're anything like me, and are finding yourselves mere hours away from gift exchange day with nothing to give and a mighty penchant for hand-made goods, there are some 11th hour ideas for you.
And I wouldn't be worth my weight in shameless promotion if I didn't include this.
Of course, should you be in the market for something for you old pal Stevil, don't worry your pretty little heads, as I've found a ready-made gift for me right here, but then again, as I am unable to tell time or read Roman Numerals, presenting me with a pocket watch wouldn't be that different than giving me fake chest hair, or really for that matter, one of these.
At this point, I'd like to offer thanks to CX Magazine's own Lauren Haughey for this weeks header shot.
She's got a sharp eye, that one does.
Well, it might make you happy to know that this weekend I was able to plot a course for the upcoming
"Joe-Parkin-has-nice-hair-recognition-
and-Dog-In-a-Hat-commemorative-bicycle-ride".
I tested it out and aside from nearly freezing my boys off, it had everything you could want. Dirt climbs, bumpy descents, ice, deer bounding across the road in front of you, some of this, and some of this and most likely at the end, french fries and mayonnaise. A road bike is not required, and for some sections, probably not recommended, but if you're tough like Tchmil, you can handle it. Otherwise, run your cross bike, run your touring bike, hell...for that matter, run your fixie. As long as it's skinny and 700, I don't care what you ride.
Oh yeah, there also is no complaining allowed, so Complayna might just wanna sit this one out.
Anyway, I'm looking at some time shortly after the first of the year, so keep tuned in here for more details.
Now as the curtain draws to a close we'll include an email from Mike;
"Stevil
Long time listener, first time caller. Love the show. So we got clobbered friday morning with too much snow to go to work so I sat down on the couch and watched an episode of the History Channel's "dogfights." I thought of you when they told the story of the legend of the old 666. Here's a link for you. I won't recite the whole thing here, but I will tell you that it involves a ragtag group of undisciplined war pilots, a modified bomber with extra machine guns, death, heroism and one of the most decorated flights in WW2 history. It also involves the number 666, which I understand that you're fond of.
Also, since I understand this site may involve bikey goodness sometimes, here is a glamour shot of my ride parked up against a nice snowbank in the driveway to remind you that you should be very happy that you live in California. Of course, bombing through snow on a bike is a pretty good time. Stay warm out there.

-mike
milwaukee, wi"
Some bad things happened aboard old 666, I suspect..
I would also guess that the fate of the plane is unknown because it was swallowed back up into the pit of Hell by Satan himself, or possibly suffered a worse fate and got turned into some over priced pieces of furniture.
I also told Mike that his photo made my chilly ride on Saturday seem downright balmy in comparison.
I count my blessings where I can.
Lastly, I'm gonna go ahead an officially declare that the track bike kids- call them hipsters, call them fakengers, or call them fellow cyclists, have now set their sights on cross.
You've heard it here first.
On that note, here we are yet again, on the business end of the work week.
Fly right, with no complaining and we'll get through this together.




Comments
my dear departed grandpa used to style his hair with bacon grease when he was a kid. then he would walk to school and it would freeze on his head, turning his hair all white. no joke.
Posted by: sarah | December 28, 2008 12:31 AM
Naw, Bobo, the GG Park Crusty was definitely '97: I remember becuase I was studying for the Bar Exam that Summer while setting up the race.
Posted by: Loudass | December 23, 2008 09:39 AM
Id be happy if more people started to race cross. Even if they are kids who also own track bikes. More people doing cyclocross is a great thing.
I know i started out riding a track bike for fun. Now I'm doing pretty decent in cross
Posted by: zach rotstein | December 22, 2008 10:53 PM
I am glad to see that the crusty race flyer has brought back memories for many, but I have determined that this race flyer is from 1993 as I found my old diary (all clowns keep them) and I have a photo of Domey the Clown (RIP) barfing at the start line. Who wants to bring the Crusty Cup back?
Posted by: Bobo the Clown | December 22, 2008 09:47 PM
glad to see bacon made it back one last time.
Posted by: Mark | December 22, 2008 08:04 PM
What is Jim talking about?
Posted by: Machine Wilkins | December 22, 2008 05:57 PM
Ahh, 1997 whatta year. I remember it all through the percocet/palace music haze of my recovery after being nearly obliterated by a tour bus while I was innocently messengering around DC. My bike was so smashed up after the bohemoth passed over me I couldn't even use the saddle or a brake pad on my next mount. Luckily I have both feet today. But it did ruin my summer plans that year which probably included a visit to the fog. Or should have.
Posted by: Machine Wilkins | December 22, 2008 05:54 PM
Stevil is a man of his word. Thanks Stevil.
Hope to see more from Loudass, esq
Posted by: ass-head_santrosa | December 22, 2008 03:38 PM
Cross is dead (again).
Posted by: Trent McClure | December 22, 2008 01:09 PM
The hipsters have set their sites on CX? Are they aware that we CX'ers drink beer unironically - we enjoy it and don't feign enjoyment - and that you can't really ride CX in any meaningful sense if you smoke a pack of Marlboro Blues every day? Do they know that it's really hard to do a proper remount in your girlfriend's skinny jeans?
Feh. If cross becomes hip I'm going to take up dowhnill recumbent mountaintrike racing.
Posted by: Jim | December 22, 2008 11:21 AM
That Golden Gate Park Crusty Cup was in 1997. While we were marking the course, Joe B. got into a brawl with one of the lurking homosexuals in the bushes, who then chased us in his 80's Camaro on the trails, Dukes of Hazard style, with blood streaming out of his broken nose. Then the dog walkers ripped out most of our "Red Cross Nature Walk" course markers, and Devlin and I had to re-mark the course at 7:00 in the morning. When the gardners asked us what we were doing, we told them that we didn't speak English. Then we used all the race proceeds to buy malt liquor, which made some people very happy, but some people very sad. The end.
Posted by: Loudass, Esq. | December 22, 2008 09:39 AM
i remember the bum fight devlin got into, the windmill brothers trying to pick us up, all the moms we pissed off.........that was a great, great race!
Posted by: dfl brad | December 22, 2008 08:18 AM
Hey, I thought that the "Joe Parkin Has The Same Hair as Stevil's High School Photo/Dog In A Hat Commemorative Bicycle Ride" was scheduled for this coming Saturday, the 27th of Decembre? Maybe some more reconaissance is in order...
-Pinto
Posted by: Pinto | December 22, 2008 07:50 AM
the meaty cologne is an excellent gift idea for that annoying vegetarian friend.
Posted by: Anonymous | December 22, 2008 06:47 AM
I went to a party on Friday and a friend made bacon-infused bourbon (with Maker's), which he proceeded to mix into:
- bacon old-fashioned: bacon-bourbon, bitters, and maple syrup
- bacon and eggnog: bacon-bourbon, eggnog, with a bacon swizzle stick
Posted by: Joe Reifer | December 21, 2008 10:48 PM