'nago. 'zetti. When you chop the word in half it makes me want to chop the frame in half. Well, I'd chop the Colnago in half and just plain swipe the Gaulzetti.
Also, the ND state legislature is a shithead.
'nago. 'zetti. When you chop the word in half it makes me want to chop the frame in half. Well, I'd chop the Colnago in half and just plain swipe the Gaulzetti.
Also, the ND state legislature is a shithead.
Bikes whose model name does not make it clearly apparent (say, when browsing classified ads) whether the bike is a road or mtb.
Specialized does a good job of this. A Clodhopper is clearly a rough-stuff-fellowship bike, etc. A Salsa Vaya had better be a touring bike, etc. But Scott calls their road bikes the "Foil"? I'd have thought that was a time trial bike. And why the hell is the Colnago CX-1 not a cyclocross bike.
Oh, yeah, ND state legislature. Agreed there.
At the risk of repeating myself...
Winter ! enough already.
The adult men at work who can't seem to use the urinal without peeing on the floor.
- Wait staff who think they're cool and don't write down orders and then get them wrong. But it often works out for me because the manager comps things when you order a large, thin-crust pizza with sausage, onions and black olives and they bring you something totally different. Then the 17-year old brat who thinks he's cool gets pissed off and I chortle under my breath.
- Bartenders who fill your glass with ice and a lemon slice when you just asked for a glass of water with no ice and no lemon, literally, 5 seconds before. Goldfish have been demonstrated to have about 3 seconds of functional memory. 5 seconds isn't much better and demonstrates that maybe we haven't evolved as far as we thought since that first fish grew some legs and leapt of out of the water onto dry land to get some vittles.
- Push tug drivers who ask me if I'm ready to push back yet. Settle the eff down. I'll tell you when we push, not the other way around. K?
La Cheeserie!
A certain passive-aggressive coworker that just brought out my aggressive passiveness.
3 hours in the dentist chair yesterday getting needled, drilled, filled, crowned, glued, grinded, polished, x-rayed, and billed. The cat did a good job though.
I can't count the number of times one of these steps out in front of me against the light, usually while I have a taxi bearing down on my ass cause the driver is trying to make the green, all while she is carrying three+ bags, wearing some kind of loose fitting coat/shawl/rug that is slowly/half falling off, water in one hand, cell phone in the other, without ever looking up, without ever even acknowledging there is a world that exists outside her immediate focus on a small illuminated screen on which is displayed the latest communication from her job at a gallery/ad adency/fashion blog/fashion retailer.
Twice today. There I counted. I mean they are pretty, no doubt. But I'd rather not be a hood ornament.
100 year old oak trees and mature cedars going through the chipper.
yo tree crews, sell the wood to a mill or someone that will use it for something more useful than fricking mulch chips.
or just saw those stout limbs to a manageable length and leave it in a pile. peeps will come get it for firewood.
but no, its chip chip chip away. even if you ask them to leave it for you.
"Beauty is the visible expression of man's pleasure in labor."—Frederic Goudy
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a huge great big sloppy kiss to:
vsalon.
Thought I had the whole day to ride tomorrow, but some last minute errands will leave me only about two free hours. Oh well, I'll take what I can. Weather is supposed to be fairly decent, at least.
ooh baby when you cry
your face is momentary
you hide your looks behind these scars
Dick hole high school principals in positions of power who like to shit on doc students with full time jobs and two little kids cause they need to get stroked often enough to feel powerful. Remember that guy (and it's always a white guy) you thought was a complete douche when you were 17...well he's way worse than a douche.
Clients that can't fucking pay their bills on time, especially when it's a slow month and rent is due![]()
In a similar vein: hearing the phrase 'sold out' wafting from the punk rock/down and out dudes I grew up with who are wasting their days at the coffee shop next door to where I work. So because I don't waste my nights at the same piss-soaked bars I did when I was younger, I'm not punk anymore? Fuck off. Punk rock isn't the same thing as being a broke-all-the-time drunk.
Fuck it dude, as long as you're not getting rid of your Anti-Cimex records, Justin Timberlake is fine.
OK, I'll do my pushups.
The hipster I saw on Sunday. 80s Nishiki road bike. Brooks saddle, and some massive tweed saddle bag. No fenders. More spent on the saddle and the bag than the bike. And 100% necessary for the epic journey from Pennsport to the South Street Whole Foods.
You know what the difference is between this guy and an 18 year old who spends $2000 to put rims and exhaust on his $1500 Civic? Neither do I.
Small one today. Guys who put their left arm up in the shape of an "L" to signal a right turn on a ride. Confuses the hell out of half of the group. It's a gesture from cars before there were turn signals and the driver, of course, could not point through the right side window. It's 2013 - cars have had had turn signals for 75 years now. You're on a effing bike with two arms. Point where you're gonna go. Stop the affectation.
1)Medical issues keeping me off the bike and ruining what little form I had.
2)I was planning on forcing myself to ride Hell of Hunterdon, but drove the 4 hours up there with the bike, but without a helmet, shoes, or clothes. Damn it!
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