Fun Friday

Is it Friday already? Well Friday, it's nice to meet you.

Yes.  Yes I am.

So other than getting ready for another big party in the woods this weekend, there's not much else going on.

So I must entertain you.

Lunchbox is taking a week off from providing me with funny shit, so I had to dig up my own.  At least it has something to do with bikes.



And because I'm generous, enjoy this video that may or may not make you feel all tingly.



Video cred:  Stolen from Single Speed Steeds of Steel Facepage

Not that you're paying attention to anything else I'm writing after posting that, but that's all I have for today. Tune in next week for a recap of Woods Party Part Three, as well as me asking you to help me decide on a race I kinda want to do.

Ooooohhh, exciting.

And holy shit, George is blogging again.

On The Road To SSUSA

I left the farm in the wee hours of the morning last Friday, and made the long, boring drive across New York State to get to Vermont.  I put the hammer down so I could get there in time to meet George at the shop.  Once I got most of the way across NY, I headed north towards Lake Champlain. 

The drive took me through the Adirondack Mountains, so it was actually pretty nice.  After not paying attention to my GPS though, I ended up missing the bridge I planned to take across the lake.  I had to decide to either backtrack a lot, or take the ferry across.

Even though I was scared of sinking, I opted to save myself some driving.

It actually wasn’t too bad, and the captain of the ship let me sit upstairs to scare the shit outta me even more.  At least I got to take a photo of Vermont before I sank to the bottom.

Since I happened to catch the ferry right as it was leaving (and we didn't hit an iceberg), I made really good time getting to my destination…

The Bike 29 mothership. 

When I pulled into the parking lot, I spotted Eddie and Namrita, but I didn’t get a chance to say hi right away because George ran out to greet me. 

After a quick tour of the shop, I was informed that it was lunch time (at 3 p.m. for some reason.)  We immediately went next door to have a drink with the locals and the out of towners.

When we got back to the shop (after a few beers), Thom finally showed up.  He had to get his shit ready for the big race.

Just as I was getting comfortable, George kidnapped me and forced me to drive across town to acquire kegs of beer.  I’m not sure if he paid for them, so I took a photo of him taking them out of there in case the authorities start snooping around.

Then we went to another shady part of town to find the taps/cooler and such. 

I think Rambo lived there or some shit.

We got back to the shop and I took it upon myself to start nosing around.  I found a cooler I wanted to use, but then I was told that it was not the cooler I was looking for.

I kept snooping around, but decided that I should stop when I spotted man-panties hanging on the wall.

I got the hell out of there, because I still needed to check in my room ten miles up the road in Stowe.  It didn’t take me long to get there, and I was really pleased with the view.

And the Stowe Bike Path is right behind it…

I got settled in my room and took my bike to go get something to eat.

At that point I’d only been there a few hours, and already I’d had a few beers, gone for a ride, and hung out with a ton of cool people.  With the “race” starting in the morning, things could only get better, right?

You’ll have to wait until Monday for that part.

You knew I was gonna drag this shit out, didn’t you?

Well, if you can’t wait, then check out the video that Thom took after I finished. 

Watch more video of 2012 SSUSA on thom.cyclingdirt.org

That should hold you until Monday.

The Home Stretch

Let’s hope I can make it through.


With what is already shaping up to be a long season, it appears as if I only made it halfway. Shit, just listing the racing that I’ll be doing is wearing me out. With all of the traveling, racing, and beer drinking, I wonder if I will finish strong…or finish at all. I guess I'll let you know the rest of my proposed schedule.


It looks like I’ll have a little over a month to “recover" after the Riverfront Classic in May, with the next race coming up on…


June 23rd – Tree Shaker 12 Hour Race – Fort Mill, SC

The date of the Tree Shaker has been moved from the much cooler month of October to the hot as the Devil’s ass crack month of June. I’m not really digging the fact that I could end up riding for twelve hours in the summer, so I haven’t made up my mind about racing it yet. The other factor is the next race in the Southern Classic on…

June 24th – Tiger Rag – Clemson, SC

I don’t really remember much about racing down in Clemson last year, other than the fact that it was hot…and pretty tough. I got a great photo out of it though.


That photo is so last year.

Anyway, the worst part was trying to find beer in a dry town (on Sundays), so my memory of the day is pretty fuzzy (we eventually found beer and some good grub in a nearby city.) I may do Clemson again this year. It’s a helluva drive down there, but at least this time I’ll know what to expect. I guess it depends on how far I want to drive, and whether or not I do the Tree Shaker.

There are only two races in June on the calendar, and both of them are the same weekend. Shit. Moving on to July I guess.


July 15th – Battle of the Bikes at County Park – Greensboro, NC

This race wasn’t on the schedule last year. Hell, I’ve never ridden this trail either. I’ll most likely be in because a) I like to race on unfamiliar trails, and b) It’s only about an hour away. I’ll need all the riding time I can get anyway, because the big one is up next.


July 28th - Single Speed USA – Stowe, VT

Yep, that’s right, Single Speed USA. I’m heading to Vermont, the land of maple syrup, Bigfoot, and of course, George. I’ve never been there before, so I figured, “What the hell.” While I probably have no business participating in a race like this, I really shouldn’t be under any pressure to be all serious and do well. Like George told me one time, “We ride fucking bicycles.” That put it all in perspective for me. This will be a super long road trip (I don’t like to fly), and hopefully will involve a shitload of beer drinking (after the race, not while driving.) I will even get to finally visit the Bike29 mothership. Freaking awesome.


August has three races in the Southern Classic Series, but I’m skipping the first one at Fontana Village on August 5th. No interest in driving that far so early in the morning. I’ll find something else to do.

August 12th – Sizzler – Greensboro, NC

I did this one last year, and got my only DNF for the season when I broke my chain. I didn’t view that race as a waste of my time, since Lunchbox and I were already kind of passing by there on our way to vacation in Washington, D.C. I hope that this year’s race is much better. By the way, we’ll probably be doing the D.C. thing again afterwards.


August 26th – Dark Mountain – North Wilkesboro, NC

The season finale. I got on the podium last year, and I really enjoy the course there. I’m definitely in for that one, and hopefully I can end up with the win this time for the series.

October 6th – 6 Hour Grind on the Greenway – Fort Mill, SC

The date for this one was moved too, and I think I might enjoy it more because of this. I’m most likely in for it, and it should be the final race of my season.


That’s pretty much it. There are a few other races I may or may not do, but as you can see I have a pretty full plate already. I may even try to squeeze in a trip to Florida to ride with Mr. Shepherd, and this time I could possibly bring Little Miss Sunshine along. She will have a pretty busy schedule herself, especially since she is on a new team for the upcoming season. It’s gonna be busy as shit around here, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Free Time

When I woke up da udda morning I found myself with some free time. Free time around here doesn’t mean sitting around drinking beer (okay, it does.) It was early in the morning, and I had a few things to do around my house. While I was out front, The Chili Man rolled up on his fancy new 29er and asked if I was working on “The Trail.” He meant the secret neighborhood trail I’ve been working on the last few weeks, no doubt.


I hadn’t had a chance to tell him about it, but he does read the blog. Since he lives a few houses away from me, it wasn’t hard for him to figure out where it was. He volunteered to join me for some trail work, which I was planning to do anyway. We grabbed our tools and set out for some diggin’.


This was my third week in a row out there, and things are coming along nicely. We are now on phase three (which was initially supposed to be phase two by the way.) Phase three is a long section with a slight downhill, and it was actually the first spot I saw on this piece of land that made me want to build trail there in the first place. Lunchbox and I had set aside some logs which would later turn into trail features, since I’ve had a vision of what this section should look like for quite some time now.


I cleared the corridor and flagged out some trail, and The Chili Man got busy harvesting dirt for a couple of jumps. He dug for a long time, which gave me an opportunity to cut the whole section I had been dreaming about. When I finished, I help pile the dirt over some log piles to make the jumps. The Chili Man did most of that backbreaking work, but I did contribute a little.


Here’s what we’ve done so far:





This section is pretty smooth, and it looks like you can get a lot of speed. The jump at the beginning was built on a drop off, so you get sent flying down the trail into the next jump. After that the trail winds around the outside of the property, and will eventually circle back into the middle of the property. I had to stop there, because that shit took a long time.


I’m looking forward to phase four of the build, because there is a nice valley in the middle of the woods. The plan is to wind back and forth through it, making good use of the natural elevation changes. We have a few more ideas for features, but I’ll probably hold off on building those until we get a good bit more trail cut. So far so good though.


I really appreciate the help of The Chili Man. We took a test ride out there, and he got a chance to see how much his hard work paid off. It’s really satisfying to ride a trail that you worked on, so I’m sure he’ll be back for many more workdays. Since it’s so close to where we live, I can’t see a reason why we won’t get it done soon.


In other news, George sent me a present for my birthday a while back. Well, since it showed up a few days before my birthday, I will assume that it was a present for such occasion. I am obviously Bike 29's most favorite team rider.



Tires. Yes.


This “offseason”, I thought I might need some knobbier tires for when the conditions around here get shitty. I rode the Kenda Nevegal back when I first jumped into the 29er “fad.” I found them slow and heavy, but they did grip like a monkey on a coconut tree. I decided that I would go with them again to help my “training.” Since they are a bit heavy (compared to the Slant Six I currently ride), it could help me get a little stronger over the next few months. Plus, I won’t be all sliding around in the muck when I ride in less than perfect conditions. I haven’t had a chance to put them on, so hopefully I can get to it this weekend.


Sounds like I have a lot of shit coming up, but that’s not really the case. Hell, I haven’t even mentioned actually riding my bike. I probably will, but I haven’t decided when and where just yet. I guess you’ll find out Monday.

Taking It Easy

I believe that’s what I’ll do. I’ve been riding quite a bit, both on and off road. More on than off though, but who’s keeping track? Tuesday night I did a nice, leisurely family ride, but I still pushed it a little bit out there. I’m feeling much better on the trail now, and my bike is performing flawlessly. I had one small issue over the past few weeks, but that was remedied by a care package I received just da udda day.





The mystery package was from none other than George, and it contained something that I was sure could fix my issue.




Yes, a new Salsa seatpost collar. I had been using a quick-release style collar on my mountain bike, but my seatpost would slip a little bit every time I rode. Yeah, I’m pretty heavy, but I blamed it all on my equipment. George sells these at the Bike29 online store, and I just had to have one. He sent it out lickety split, and I installed it on my ride. After one test ride, I am convinced that my slipping seatpost issues are a thing of the past.


What else was in the package?





Stickers, my favorite. One of my duties as a team rider is to spread the love for Bike29, and these stickers help me do that. The Odell Brewing sticker was probably in there because George knows how much I love beer, and he thinks that there are a few blank spaces on my beer fridge. I can never have enough stickers, so I was happy. Well, until I saw the care package he sent to Sonya Looney.



(Photo stolen from her Facepage.)

Wow, she got some pretty cool stuff. Sure, I have socks and the other Bike29 paraphernalia, but I didn’t get any beer. Being a big fan of the India Pale Ale, I was left wondering what it would be like if I had a chance to try those. They look, well, yummy. I’m not mad at all that I didn’t get any beer. Hell, I didn’t even know you could send beer through the mail. I’ll have to try that sometime (get ready Mr. Shepherd.) Besides, she’s way more famous than I am (not to mention better looking), and it’s not like she’s close enough to Vermont to drive up there. I can, and probably will one of these days. Maybe I can bring up some North Carolina brews and make some kind of a trade. Looks like I should start planning a trip, and of course do a little beer shopping.


In other news, it looks like I am going out for yet another road ride tonight. This is a social-type ride with some locals. It takes place right next to where I work, so I can easily make it there. It should be fun, but not as fun as trail riding. It will be a little easier for me to get out on the road after work today, instead of packing up my shit and heading out to a trail. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.

Nice Big Wheels

Luckily, someone was home last Friday afternoon to sign for a package from Bike29, or else I would have been shit out of luck until sometime this week. Boba Fett was there to greet the FedEx dude, and he kindly guarded the box and it’s contents until I got home. I know I’ve already mentioned it, so I’m sure you know what was in the box.



Oooohhh, yeah. George shipped out my new wheels faster than bad chili goes through a hound dog, and I had them in my grubby hands before I knew it. I just stared in awe at how pretty they were, what with the shiny red Industry Nine hubs and all.



The black Stan’s Arch rims looked really nice with red nipples too.


Heh heh, he said “nipples.”


Don’t forget about the white spokes.



Notice the Bike29 sticker? I did.

I couldn’t wait to check out the engagement of that fancy hub either.



Also included in my box of goodness was a new tire to try, the Kenda Slant Six.



It’s a mix of my two favorite tires, the Nevegal and the Small Block 8. It looks to be fast rolling, with more grip than the SB8 (especially when cornering.) Here’s a closer look at the tread pattern:



I can’t wait to try them. All I had to do was mount the tires (tubeless of course) on my new wheels. This would be much easier, since the rim is already setup with the necessary stuff for tubeless. No more ghetto for me.



Setting them up tubeless was a breeze. The tires went right on, and it didn’t take long to seal them up with the Stan’s fluid (I used two scoops.) They sure looked pretty on my new wheels.



I didn’t put the new wheels on before my race on Sunday, since I knew the conditions were going to be shitty. I didn’t want my first ride to be in sloppy sand and mud, so I kept my old shitty wheels on The Big O. Besides, I wanted optimal conditions to test out those tires. When I got back from the race though, I gave my bike a thorough cleaning, and installed the wheels. I was pleased with the results.







Yup, a winner for sure. Now if I could just get the rider to be better then I would be all set.


Big thanks to George at Bike29 for building me a bad ass set of wheels. He’ll build you some too, but you have to ask nicely (or not, your choice.) Go to the website and find something you like. If you don’t see anything that tickles your fancy, then give the shop a call and tell them what you need. Yes, they are a real shop with real people over there at Bike29, not just an internet store. You can get wheels just like mine (you better not), or you can get something cool just for you.


The only bad part about this whole deal is that the weather around here sucks this week, so I probably won’t get a chance to ride my new wheels on a real trail for a while. I’m sure I’ll figure out something though. I’ll be back tomorrow. Thanks for asking.

There Is No “I” In Team

But, there’s a “me.” What does this mean? It means that I have news for you. Recently I was contacted about becoming a member of a prestigious cycling team. No, not one of those doped up roadie teams that ride in the Tour de France. As if. Nope, I’m talking about a mountain bike team. Wait, don’t I already have a team? Well yeah, but this is better. The “team” here at B-43 is basically a group of friends and family that have the unfortunate distinction of being associated with my crap and nonsense. Maybe I should give you the history of the B-43 name (and drag out the announcement.) Here goes.


Back in my skateboarding youth, we always talked about the coincidence number, 43. It has always been associated with bad luck much like the number 13 is to most normal people. We weren’t normal though, so we had our own “special” number. Basically, that stupid number would pop up anywhere and everywhere, and it was usually a bad omen. Most people were unaware of this phenomenon until we informed them about it. Shortly after they were introduced to the coincidence number, they started seeing it too. Over the years, it has been spread to college campuses, military installations, and other places all over the world. I’m not saying that we originated it, but the small town in Florida where we all grew up was pretty much disconnected from the rest of the world during the time we started seeing the coincidence number. Have I lost you yet? Good.


Years later, the number was still affecting our daily lives. We decided to embrace it and try to turn it into something positive. Back when Lunchbox was about 4 years old, we found this super cool skateboarding spot across from his preschool. Mr. Shepherd and I would skate there almost every day. One day while taking a break, a cool breeze blew this little piece of cardboard our way. We picked it up, and noticed that it had the letter B inside a circle. We had never seen this before, but we thought it was pretty cool. From that moment on, that sweet skateboarding location became known as The B Spot. Shortly thereafter, we started writing B-43 on our skateboards. I put together a skateboard video a few years ago, and came up with the B-43 logo you see above for the opening credits. B-43 had begun, and we had no idea where we would end up.


Once I started getting into racing mountain bikes, I borrowed the B-43 name and logo from our skateboarding adventures. It was a way of life at this point, so it just fit. The “B” never really stood for anything, but I guess in retrospect it could have stood for Board (as in skateboard, in case I lost you again.) I still ride skateboards, but I guess the “B” now stands for Bike, if it should stand for anything at all. That’s pretty much the story, and it actually ties in quite nicely to my uh, announcement. You ready? Good.



Ladies and Gentlemen, I will be riding for someone new for the 2011 season:




Yes, I will be representing the fine folks at Bike29 for my racing adventures next season. They were gracious enough to pick me for the team, even though I still own a bike with smaller wheels. My 29er, The Big O, is the only bike I race these days though. I’m really happy that I’ve been selected for the Bike29 Team, and I look forward to flying the B29 colors. I’m not sure how I made the cut, but I am humbled by it. Maybe George really digs his “Genital Non-Displaying Device” (made by B-43’s own Little Miss Sunshine) or it’s possible that Dicky put in a good word for me. Yeah, that’s it.


Actually, I think my cat pulled a few strings to get me on the team:




What is Bike29, you ask? Well, it’s an online store dedicated to 29” wheeled bikes. It is the best place on the whole Internets for big wheeled bikes and accessories. They’re not just on the Internets though. There’s actually a real shop, located in Waterbury, Vermont, and it is operated by real people. And you thought alien robots invented the 29er, huh? Oh yeah, they have a really cool blog you should check out too.


If you need anything for your 29er (you do ride one, right?), then head on over to their site and buy something. Lots of somethings. If you don’t ride a 29er, then why not get your first one from Bike29?

Getting Ready For Something

Since I still haven’t made a decision about the Tree Shaker (I’m close though), I figured I would go ahead and make plans for next “season.” I know, you’re wondering why the hell I won’t commit to a race that’s mere days away but I’ll look ahead to next year. That might sound like some screwed up logic, but I assure you it’s not. There are plenty of races on the calendar that I could just show up and “compete” in, but there is one particular race that I had to register for as soon as possible. Confused? Well, I’m talking about the 6 Hours of Warrior Creek.



Yup, I’ve already signed up for 6 hours of fun on some of the best singletrack in North Carolina. Why did I sign up some six months ahead of time? Well, last year I barely made the cut since they sold out so quickly, so this year I wasn’t about to miss out. Registration opened up last Friday, and I was one of the first to sign up. It’s a good thing I did, because they sold out yet again. In fact, they opened up registration again over the weekend for 50 additional entries, and those sold out too. For once I committed to something well in advance. Now, if I could only do that for the Tree Shaker.


Speaking of the Tree Shaker (and why not I might add), I’m as ready as I can be. I tested out my lights again, this time with fresh battery power. I should be shining bright in the night should I choose to do the whole 12 hours. Last night I took The Big O over to Sherman Branch, just for a little tune up action. I was hoping that nothing would break, bend, or otherwise cause me any mechanical discomfort during the race, and again all is well. Just in case I have some kind of mishap, I’ll be bringing along a spare bike. Yep, my Diamondback Sortie 3 (better known as Goose) will be there in case I decide to break something on my 29er (or I feel like taking a break and riding on some cushy suspension.) I shouldn’t have to use it though, since The Big O is ready to rumble. Oh yeah, I failed to mention it but I finally got the tire that I needed the other day:



Yep, the fine folks over at Bike29 came through for me (I knew they would.) Even though I wasn’t paying attention and ordered my tire while they were away, George busted his ass to get my (and everyone else’s) order out pronto. In fact, the day I realized I screwed up, I saw this on the Bike29 Blog:

First off, I’d like to extend my gratitude to anyone who has ordered anything from me over the last week. I will be working furiously to ship it all out tomorrow. I also would like to offer my apology for anyone who was not helped by my absence. It wasn’t easy being away for this long during a busy time.

Man, I felt bad about that. I hope everyone else that ordered stuff from them was as patient as I was. I didn’t mean to cause a ruckus, especially since I knew that I would get my goods in time. Being the nice guy that I heard he was, George even threw in a little bonus with my tire shipment:



He must have realized how much I love beer, and my need to keep said beer cold while I work on my bikes. It was very much appreciated.

While I was perusing the Bike29 Blog yesterday, I saw an interesting post, accompanied by a photo:



The post said that they were looking for some more fine folks to join the Bike29 team. The only requirements I saw were 1) You must ride a 29er (check, well most of the time anyway), and 2) You must be over the age of 21 (double check, well almost.) I’d have to send them an e-mail stating why I think I would be a good fit for the team. After thinking about it, here’s what I came up with:

Dear Glorious, All-Knowing Purveyor of Big-Wheeled Bikes and Accessories,

Please consider me for the Bike29 Team. I already have my own team, but we kind of suck. Sure, I get on the podium at least once a year, but there so much more to me than top 3 finishes. I am a nearly world-famous blogger on the Internets, and I also know Dicky. Wait. Disregard that last part, as that could hurt my chances. Anyway, since I ride a 29er, I'll fit right in with your slogan of “Ride Big Wheels.”

If I was selected for your team, I would talk about you and your products non-stop to the masses out there on the Internets (and at events), and the only thing I would want in return is stickers (I have a beer fridge that needs decorating.) I am an advertising whore for the brands I use, and so far that has worked well for me (and them too.) I’ll add your logo to my blog so my gazillions of followers will see it when they check my site 43 times a day. If that’s not enough then I’ll make sure I scream out “BIKE 29 RULES!” every time I start one of my pathetic races. I’d offer to scream that when I finish, but due to an uncontrollable amount of mechanical issues I’ve faced this season that may not be possible.

In closing, I’d like to say that I am closing this letter. I’m aware that your deadline is October 31st, but you should go ahead and put me on the team before you have time to think about it. Maybe I can get you an extra “Genital Non-Displaying Device” for your trouble (it could be trouble, you know.)

Thanks,
TheMutt


Okay, maybe that’s not the best letter in the world, but it will do. Should I send it out right away? If the letter doesn’t work, then I can use one of my cats to help get the job done:



Her name is Ballsie, which is very appropriate.


See you tomorrow for even more indecision and buffoonery.

Rainy Day

How do you know when it’s raining cats and dogs? You step in a poodle. (Thank you folks, I'll be here all week.)


Yeah, it’s that kind of day. After over a month of no rain, we’ve been hit with a shitload of the wet stuff around here in Charlotte. I guess we need it though, especially since the trails have been dry and dusty for far too long. The sad news is, I haven’t been on my bike in a few days. I got a chance last Saturday to go mountain biking at Sherman Branch, and Sunday of course I got in a few miles on the road bike during Little Miss Sunshine’s triathlon. That’s not nearly enough for me.


Tonight was supposed to be another night ride at the U.S. National Whitewater Center, but I can’t do that for reasons other than the fact that there is rain falling from the sky. Yes, I’ve had yet another mechanical-type setback. Back before I went tubeless, I suffered many flats (the main reason I converted to tubeless.) One of those flat tire times I kept riding, which caused a little damage to the tire bead that I knew would come back to bite me in the ass.


On my trip to The Big Sherm da udda day, my fears were realized near the end of the trail when I heard the sound of air leaving my rear tire. Shit. After a close inspection, I saw that the air was escaping from the area between the bead and the rim, which wouldn’t stop no matter how much Stan’s fluid flowed through in a vain attempt to plug the leak. I ended up walking out, which wasn’t bad since I was close to the exit. Even though I was equipped with a fully loaded Awesome Strap, I didn’t want to waste time and money by putting in a tube and using my CO2 inflator. I’ll save that for my pathetic attempts at racing. The bad part was that I had to find a new tire, and fast.


I called one local shop, but they didn’t stock my favorite tire, the 29er Kenda Small Block 8. They offered up some “similar” tires, but since I have OCD, I can’t run two different tire types on my bike. I stopped in another local shop and they didn’t stock them either. They offered to order one for me, but I can do that just fine by myself. The MadSS even offered up one of his many spare tires to get me going again, but he also knew that I couldn’t accept because of my inability to run two different tires. I decided to peruse the Internets to find a tire that would get here in time for the Tree Shaker 12 Hour Mountain Bike Race.


I used The Google, and I was overwhelmed with the search results. Just then, I remembered that I had been wanting to try to order something from the folks at Bike29, especially since I’ve heard a few good things about them. Also, Little Miss Sunshine had made one of her almost-famous “Genital Non-Displaying Devices” for the proprietor, George, so at least I wouldn’t get anyone’s junk residue on my new tire. After finding the tire on their website, I clicked the order button and waited. The next day I received this e-mail:

Bike 29

The comments for your order are:

We are currently out of the country, and will not be processing any orders until we return on October 1st. Thanks for you patience.

Your order has been updated to the following status.

New status: Processing

Please reply to this email if you have any questions.

Damn. It’s my own fault though. I regularly read their blog, and I remembered that they mentioned this a while back. I’ll survive though, since the tire will still arrive in time for me to mount it up for the Tree Shaker. The bigger problem though, is that I won’t be able to ride my big wheels until then. I may have found a used tire locally (Small Block 8 of course), but there could be some logistical issues with me picking it up. I guess that means I’m still searching, and hopefully I’ll find something in the meantime.


I have faith in the folks at Bike29, so when the new tire gets here it will be replacing whatever used piece of shit I temporarily put on my bike. It will all work out in the end I’m sure. When it’s all said and done, I’ll have a spare tire in case this happens to me again, and I’m sure it will. Half the shit I talk about around here has to do with my equipment malfunctions, so I wouldn’t wanna change that, would I?


See you tomorrow for more mindless drivel.