Thanks for the good times and great oldies!

November 29, 2013

Hello!  It’s Thanksgiving hangover day!  Hope yours is going well.  My friend Bob and I made it out to the Thanksgiving Eve taco ride and had a fun time.  We met a guy named Rich who had this sweet ride.

The bike’s name is also the name of a song by Bob Wayne, as seen here:

The weather was cool, but with a weird, faint tinge of early spring in the air (I thought so anyway).  After the ride another guy named Rich met up with us and we enjoyed the virtuosic, down-to-earth stylings of my favorite local band - Banjo Loco.  Here is a short segment of their cover of “Crazy Train.”  

They are going to release a recording of originals soon, including their catchy “St. Elvis” that still has my toes a-tappin’ and pelvis gyrating (which was a little awkward during the whole family Thanksgiving experience).  And here is a guy with a sweet ass Metallica Christmas sweater. 

I was told there’s a Slayer version too.  

So what have you been up to?  Ducks?  Really?  Hmmm.  

Here is a cool bike I saw a few weeks back.

Nishiki Century

And here is a guy using a pay phone.

NSA ain't monitoring this side of the connection, bitch!

Both of those things gave me a nostalgic feeling of the days of yore.  The bike looks light and comfortable without being ostentatious or prissy and the pay phone use seems humble and purposeful.  

Alright.  Bike riding is great.  Now I gotta go eat some more pie!  That key lime is gonna be out of season soon!

Tight Shorts and Wet Tacoes!

March 30, 2012

Nostalgia. The very word makes one's mind wander back in time. Back to that day underneath the trees with some light and a person and some water and stuff. Ah, yes. How 'bout that time when we went out and got all wasted and you woke up on the roof and Mike Tyson punched our friend in the face for fuckin' with his tiger? Yeah. Those were good times.  I am told that the average person's favorite age is 33. 

Nowadays I don't get out much anymore. Just stand at my upright computing station rocking CDs from the 90s and early 00s mostly. I do spend plenty of quality time with bicycles, which makes things pretty good and/or sad, depending on your perspective.

Yesterday I made it out to the Wabash Trace Trail for some Taco Riding. Not riding on an actual taco, mind you, but riding towards a place with tacos. Or tacoes, depending upon your perspective. My buddy Bob had a sweet, patriotic ride. We got drenched by a localized storm.

We drank a couple beers. Some guy rode by and said something about being mean, but I'm not sure what he meaned. We conversed and wore raincoats. The trail was pretty rutted up, so we decided not to inflict additional destruction and pedaled soggily homewards. Our bikes were covered in a gritty, sandy silt. Ah, those were the days.

Then we got back to the parking lot and the guy with the car next to mine was rocking some Dio-Sabbath. Heaven and Hell tour, 2007. Heaven and hell. Two sides of the same coin. Like nostalgia and tonight! How do you do it? Muscle memory? Just close your eyes? Analyze? Feel, love, sex, food, drugs and crabs? Yes. Yes! Indeed.

April 6, 2012

Whew!  Those were great times!  Nowadays I haven't been bicycling as much.  I've been working out on the farms.  Moving couches out to farms.  Eating muy huevos mexicanos con gusto.  I have convinced myself that I may have tendonitis, and I'm using that as an excuse to lie around with a beer and an ice pack on my elbow while watching television.  Oh, yeah.  Now this is living! 

Feeling stressed?  I recommend a possible affliction as an excuse to take a break from the rat race.  Maybe call in sick.  Play some bocce ball.  Go bicycling.  That sort of thing.  Live it up!  Today is your day, dawg!

Have you noticed that many rock stars wear tight pants that are similar to the type of pants worn by many bicyclists?  Is this a coincidence?  I don't know.  But I do know that I would like to have some tight bicycling shorts with some crazy cool patterns on them like those worn by many past, current and future rockers.  Maybe I will endeavor to create some shorts like this.  I will call my line of shorts "Snot Wear" or perhaps "Sticky Snot" or "Snot Where?".  It is bound to be a short path to ultimate success.  Give me a call if you would like to invest in this soon to be huge financial coup. Remember bermuda shorts?  Well, this will be like that except tighter!  You love it!  LOVE IT!