Monday, November 24, 2008

This Blog is going to the dogs

Ne'erdowell dogs at that!

It's good thing the bike theme of this thing is loosely held (so is the daily part), because it's not very bikey here. We got dumped on and I'm heading out with the snow shoes tonight. There's still some bike stuff to share though. There are now 4 fixed gear riders in town (and one other owner who doesn't ride) and we were sharing a few nights ago. Being such a small contingency it's required that we each share at every meeting. It was shared by Zen Rich that if your pants were ever to become caught in the chain Ring of your fixed gear bike you would be proverbally f**ked. Loos pants or skirt, depending on which you are running/rocking, are a no no. What's a boy/girl/trans to do? Rolling the pant leg up will do in a pinch, but it does get cold here and, though I take the time to carefully pick out socks to match my ensemble, there are those who still think white sports socks are okay to rock/run. They are very much not okay! Skinny pants, then? I'm not shopping for new pants. I don't shop for new anything. Not to mention that now that there are 4 (5) of us we could quickly be labeled hipsters and subjected to universal loathing.
The LBS had some Velcro jobbies, but they were new and a little reflective for my taste. I fell back on a durable rubber band to restrain the cuff and this work very well. I decided to search for something more permanent and rock/run worthy. I found a great bargain at the brooks website, not exactly the Mecca of thrift. With shipping I'm looking at a cool $70CAN. Umm... No. I decided to keep it local and visited the local market. I handed him my blue print for the prototype and a $15 deposit. I was not rocking/running my trustworthy face that day apparently. It would take a week. In that week it would snow 2'. Behold the Trouser Strap of Defamation.

Shout out to my mother who knitted the high performance, moisture wicking socks I'm rocking above.

The custom tuning buttons are to make it more versatile and sporty looking. If I've learned anything from the Fox RLC, it's that people love buttons and dials. The emblazoned Pegasi are to make the rider appear faster and the vulgar phrase (nicked from Bianchi) to plant the seed of inferiority in the heart of any competition. I must say that I'm quite proud of my creation.

Here's some a collection of bikes that are unique if nothing else.


Power assist and runs on methane

Venus to The Red Planet

Ten bucks said they thought of this when one was on the roof getting ready to "drop the elbow" on his friend below who was prostrate on a folding table. The one on the right is made from an old TV antenna while the one on the left is made from, what I think is, an idiocy alloy.

Rotational mass be damned!

Seems to be a little surface rust. Must be a cyclecross bike.

DaVinci came up with this a long time ago he also invented skinny jeans. POSER HIPSTER!

This one I kinda like, but the steering looks a little wonky.

News from Z.Dwnndr! He doing well and finding out that on man's old haunt is anothers' risque foray into the unknown. I'm glad to see he's getting out and meeting "like minds". But, let's make it snappy, eh!

But, do they serve BBQ shinmp in cream sauce.

Well, I'm bushed. Ingenuity is exhausting. I'm off to bed.

Bedpost fixing attachment sold separately.

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Wednesday, November 19, 2008


It's snowing! First of the season and a month behind schedule, but that's fine by most. I've been uber (can someone tell me how to get umlaut on Blogger) busy with living between two cities. NO computer no updates. I should get a laptop, like a mac book pro. They're so versatile.

But, alas. I'm broke. Moving is not only tedious, but expensive. One has to pinch pennies and cut corners everywhere. Let's not get carried away though. Where there is a will for luxury there is a way. The bills pile up and what's a poor boy to do. Well, this was worth a try. I must heave one of those mugs! The important thing is to watch spending. It's not only where that $3.99 a minute goes it's where it comes from.

It's good to know that those with are doing their part to help out, though. Here's to giving back.

The weather here is making mountain biking pretty raw. One just can't stay dry and warm. But, I did attend my first East Coast Cyclecross race at the Dieppe Rotary Park, NB on a balmy 10 degrees and overcast morning. What fun! Despite being all, but ignored for riding a mountain bike (they're allowed to make it more accessible). I thought that by riding a single speed and having no contention for any place I would get a pinch of grassy knoll cred*. No dice! A cute chick showed up on a single speed cross bike. Trumped again! Here are some pics courtesy of Craig.

*Grassy knoll cred (or credit) is what I assume to be the acknowledgment of respect from crossracers due to crossracers for performance or originality. Reference street cred, trail cred.

This bike is an inspiration!

Ahh! The queen of hearts on my jack of spades.

Be careful when you put your dignity in the pot.

Some no talent ass clown... on a mountain bike no less.

I'll be back on track soon.

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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Never discount safety in recovery

I'm stranded here in Fredericton with only a Euro\Canadian french hybrid keyboard and it's fééked. It could be a while before I do an update, but things are happening! I'll give you some training tips that apply whether your base training or in high race season. Courtesy of Malibu.

If you've ever wondered what happens to students like Spiccola.

I've got some kick ass East Coast Cyclecross picks coming and an update from our roaming correspondent. Really, though I just need some space right now. It's not you, It's me.


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Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Freddy Beach or Bust

Harumph! Been busy as Mrs. Lucky and I are getting ready to move to Freddy Beach. One of the last hippy bastions is this here fine province. Hippies are not to be confused with hipsters they are 2 entirely different beasts. The later being distinguishable by it's non-prescription glasses and fixed gear bike. Hippies prefer not moving at all, be it via velo or by foot, and the light to heavy glazing of the eyes eliminates the need for eye wear.

If your still having difficulty discerning one from the other, or perhaps there is a mixed group of the two, get a little closer... do you smell that? Is it patchouli or smugness? Chances are the horrendous smell of patchouli will be on the hippy. I hope these tips will help you identify what it is you are confronted with in your hinterland romps. Just remember that both are best avoided when you have beer or combustibles on your person.

I was checking out some reviews of budget 29ers and found this. Someone smoke this guy up and put him in the sales department.

SOLD! I have seriously dreamed of our running the cops on my bike. I tend to wake up and have to change the sheets (much like my Gillian Anderson and the space hoagie dream)

Z.Dwnundr sends us news of a blossoming friendship. Despite the language barrier he has convinced a local bike shop owner to let him trash StumpJumper Pro. Must have heard about a certain prowess that got Z.Dwnundr his name. It purely coincidence that he's in tropical Gratz, Australia. I've edited his letter to avoid any confusion with his acquired slang. He writes,

Suuuuuuuup Lucky? Translation: How are you? I hope your spatz are not too tight, Mr. Luckyworth.

How were the board games....? Shitty, Marty Pants was there using the four big words he knows a good 30 decibels louder than necessary. I almost had to subdue him with a throat punch. Thank you for asking.

Well as for my duty as Chief Correspondent for here
is my tip of the day when traveling in Austria... Translation: This loneliness is crushing me. It's like the weight of every man's yearning to destroy all the is good is lying on my brow. I want to cry and wash away the thoughts, but the tears won't come.

This guys rocks, he's got some sweet bikes in the shop! He's gonna
hook me up with a nice little StumpJumper Pro FSR Demo for some
ridin'!!! Keep six I got a rube at 12!

I knew somehow bike shops anywhere in the world were all the same...
but this guy is the owner, AND he's cool, so Kudos to him!

Besides he's riding a Kona Ute, what other shop do you know where the
actual owner rides something as cool as the Ute?? Or should I ask,
"where the owner actually rides?" These men are rare in Monkeytown
I had never seen this monster live,
but let me tell you, for those of you who haven't had the pleasure,
this steed is like a stretched limo! Plenty of cargo space for a visit
to the local shop to get a flat of beer! I'm sure he means food for the poverty stricken
or should I say 4 flats? You could easily haul 96 beer translation: tins of pumkin pie filling on this thing!
Plus, imagine the possibilities if you install some saddlebags! You
may want to for the sake of equilibrium for those 96 beer, precious

He also has 2 other Kona ( a DH and cruiser) and a Specialized Carbon
Road that he said I could borrow anytime! Jackpot!

So people of the nations... When in Graz, visit Andreas!


Note to Andreas: Just kidding! I'm sure he really meant what he said about the beer.

Thanks for that update, mate!

Speaking of moving furniture.

Nice dance, though.

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