Things are getting not getting back to normal, but that's good, because normal is sometimes shitty and trying to get back to it, is pointless. Change is good, that's why I have an ashtray full of it. It's the bathtub full of doll heads I have a hard time explaining. I don't tell you what to do with your friends.
I alluded earlier that I was moving and now I have moved in the past tense. I have secured residence in a reputedly haunted house. Though, I 've experience no ethereal contact as of yet, I'm sure it will just be a matter of time before the friendly specter points out the stash of vintage girlie mags.
Old gentleman's rags are a rare find without the help of the spirit world.I like the new place as it reminds me of past apartments that have been favorites. It's one bedroom, low maintenance, the windows are open in May and stay that way until September.
The refrigerator keeps beer cold, the floors have a fresh coat of paint, and the ambiance is completed by a soft, but constant, loop of Jacques Brel's "La Bouree du Celibataire".
You tell 'em, Jackie! Let them eat fist!
We are officially ankle deep in summer now. The Victoria's Secret race was a gas. Simmer took the win for the home town team after 4 x 9km laps in under 2 hours. Well done! I had a rough first lap. I sprung leak in may front tire and lost about 15 lbs of pressure before the Stan's fluid plugged the hole and then the tire burped itself down to 19...17...13...10...0lbs. For most of the lap I was all over the place and spent some serious time in the rhubarb. A quick pump stop and I was off with little more incidence. Two heavy season from a set of shoes is all you can really ask, I guess. I raced with the elites, and passed up a pretty good shot at the podium in my B cat, but I'm a bang for the buck kind of guy and I'll take a mid-pack finish to ride an extra lap with the big kids.
A mullet waves in the breeze
Rear wheel hovers, spins
Wistful prayer the front holds (h)air
Haiku You!
This weekend brings one of the only local events on the MTB Calendar; The Woolastook 5 Hour Challenge in Fredericton, NB. I'll be ponied up on the new incarnation of Tina, the C-dale 1FG. I'll have some pictures soon. She's pretty cute. Singlespeed Solo for 5 hours. I can taste the Ibuprofen now... or is that victory. It 'm excited to see what my good friend and nemesis, Craigeur, brings to the table.
Rejected: I have no official reason for the poster's rejection, but I think
the organizers felt that it missed some key market segments;
guidance counselors and complete pussies.
If the weather holds out this promises to be a complete shit show of radtardedness and if you're planning on attending the event and in town the day before, some locals are planning a group ride on the super secret Islandview/Tree Farm trails. You will want to ride this loop, so get in touch with old Lucky if needs some details.
Another event is probably causing some scheduling angst for the masochist crowd. The Saturday of the same weekend is the "Who's your Daddy?" adventure race hosted by Natural Selection AR. I've been wanting to try one of these, but something tells me it might be a bit much for a warm-up this weekend. We'll see. By all means, though, if you into it, get on to it.
The refrigerator keeps beer cold, the floors have a fresh coat of paint, and the ambiance is completed by a soft, but constant, loop of Jacques Brel's "La Bouree du Celibataire".
You tell 'em, Jackie! Let them eat fist!
We are officially ankle deep in summer now. The Victoria's Secret race was a gas. Simmer took the win for the home town team after 4 x 9km laps in under 2 hours. Well done! I had a rough first lap. I sprung leak in may front tire and lost about 15 lbs of pressure before the Stan's fluid plugged the hole and then the tire burped itself down to 19...17...13...10...0lbs. For most of the lap I was all over the place and spent some serious time in the rhubarb. A quick pump stop and I was off with little more incidence. Two heavy season from a set of shoes is all you can really ask, I guess. I raced with the elites, and passed up a pretty good shot at the podium in my B cat, but I'm a bang for the buck kind of guy and I'll take a mid-pack finish to ride an extra lap with the big kids.
A mullet waves in the breezeRear wheel hovers, spins
Wistful prayer the front holds (h)air
Haiku You!
This weekend brings one of the only local events on the MTB Calendar; The Woolastook 5 Hour Challenge in Fredericton, NB. I'll be ponied up on the new incarnation of Tina, the C-dale 1FG. I'll have some pictures soon. She's pretty cute. Singlespeed Solo for 5 hours. I can taste the Ibuprofen now... or is that victory. It 'm excited to see what my good friend and nemesis, Craigeur, brings to the table.
Rejected: I have no official reason for the poster's rejection, but I think
the organizers felt that it missed some key market segments;
guidance counselors and complete pussies.
If the weather holds out this promises to be a complete shit show of radtardedness and if you're planning on attending the event and in town the day before, some locals are planning a group ride on the super secret Islandview/Tree Farm trails. You will want to ride this loop, so get in touch with old Lucky if needs some details.
Another event is probably causing some scheduling angst for the masochist crowd. The Saturday of the same weekend is the "Who's your Daddy?" adventure race hosted by Natural Selection AR. I've been wanting to try one of these, but something tells me it might be a bit much for a warm-up this weekend. We'll see. By all means, though, if you into it, get on to it.
Some are just addicted to adventure in a big way.
And then there's this
Until next time, may a friendly ghost stroke your hair while you sleep and may your poo sparkle like a new dime.
And then there's this
How's that for gratuitous. I barely even segued into it. Ha!
Until next time, may a friendly ghost stroke your hair while you sleep and may your poo sparkle like a new dime.
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