Psyclepathic: Great Bus Expectations or I'll think of something soon

Turn out for the recent 7th Annual Pumpkin Cross Race was not one for the record books with 26 riders, but the the start line was definitely top heavy with skillz. there were only 2 of each C cat and F cat racers. The rain that was forecast, turned into a very atypically substantial UV index and temps were up in the mid-teens. The highlight of the course was easily the rooty snake of wide singletrack that wound it's way to a watery ditch and immediate stiff hoist and hike. Woot, woot! I hit so many trees and at one point botched a remount that turned into what spectators (voyeurs?) might confuse for an amourous encounter between a white boy and his orange bike. Barriers proved to much for our resident bunny hopper, JR, and there was many a grassy makeout session and some poor cornering recoveries for the text book. A really exceptional group came out to ride, spectate, BBQ and geek out. Thanks to Spinney for sponsoring to post race wobbly pop, but as you bumped me for podium, I'm afraid that next week, at the final race in the series, I will have to chase you down and brush my teeth with your blood. That's just how it goes, my friend. I'll bring the beers, though. I can't find picture of the event anywhere, but will post asap.

I've been hanging around Joe Parkin's Blog, Six Years in a Rain Cape. This i great stuff straight from the horses mouth. It's where I nicked these wisps(spsps?) of yesteryear.

I'm getting inked again. I have a big project in mind and I figure I better ease myself into it with some clean up work I've been meaning to have done for some time. I've been talking to my bro, Ghandi, at Hell or Highwater Tattoo Parlour and after a look at his portfolio I'm sold.

The artist left of the labels. Let's see if I can get them all:
Delicious, Delicious, Delicious, Delicious, Delicious and VERY Delicious

What am I getting? Here's hint.

I really wanted to get a candid of my mo' for you, but Mrs. Lucky is away and I've been very busy celebrating life as an independent man. By which, I mean I've been playing online board games and eating out of the same bowl for days. I haven't really been all that busy, but she took the camera with her. At least, I'll get lots of enchanting pictures of New England in November.

There are lunar surface photos with more vibrancy

In all honesty, the attention that my moustache has garnered so far has been mixed: 1 part awesome to 10 parts ftw. I like to think of the poor reviews as rum and the favourable as coke and that mix is not bad for upstanding (fall downing?) East Coaster. Dissing a mo' this time of year is like jabbing your finger into prostates everywhere without even a kiss on the back of the neck. I'll have picture of mine up soon. Until then, go check out Rantwicks or Fatty's.

Stevil, linked up to these pics of the SSXWC'09 and I'm gonna have to agree that if this is how they rock 'cross in the west, than we in the east are indeed candy asses. A stripper bus short cut, for crissakes. Strippers on a bus! They must've been enticed by all the dollar bills floating around. A bus full of strippers!!! I think I have to go now.