Simply put...I'll be announcing the date, location, some rules, a website, drinking beer, giving some stuff out, making introductions and riping on PDX. And who knows...if enough people slip me shots of the Baby Making Juice while I'm there...I might even leak some details about a super secret project we're doing at the Raleigh Mother Ship for this event. Maybe...
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Where are the JumpSuits?
Where are the Leather Pants?
Where are the Plaid Skirts?
The Short Shorts?
The Red Suits?
In my humble opinion...they missed the mark completely. I think it's time to update my resume and notify them that I'm available for consulting for any future cycle fashion shoots they may attempt.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
So on a Wednesday night where my chain ended up dripping wet...I decided I was going to ride to Portland that upcoming weekend.
200 miles. (ended up being 199)
One day. (All day)
On my track bike. (cause i've done it on gears before)
Unsupported. (what does that even mean?! I'm supportin my ass on every ride)
Alone. (I actually didn't choose this...my friends are intelligent)
Big rides have been documented. People have gone further. People have done it faster. People have done it more "hard core" than I did...I mean really...it was wearing spandex and applying chamois butter like Nutella on a crepes. If I really wanted to get tough guy points I woulda rode in my Carhartts, Sambas, and a Tshirt and ate nothing but hot dogs with relish. Honestly...there was nothing about the ride that warrants any kind of anything.
So why do it? Not sure. I do know I've fallen into a rut as of late. I've been lacking motivation, inspiration, and deprivation. And this seemed like the right thing to break me of it all.