old bags

Some old bag almost hit me in Hartland today...one of those right turn in front of me after she passes me...she was in a mini van. I skidded to a stop and she yells: GO! GO! GO!

ugh! stupid. Why didn't she wait until I passed the drive, then she could have turned right without a problem. Idiot!

Anyway, enought with the "Ernesto Hurricane" jokes. Just kidding. I like the attention.

HBFK on her side

My buddy Shawn went to the worlds in Sweden not long ago. She had her bike stolen. The good HBFK gremlins were on her side...read on...

Ernesto,

I just got back from the SSWC in Stockholm and my bike was stolen, but they found it because I put an HBFK sticker on it and on the SSWC website I said to look for the Chrome Bianchi SASS with a Surly and HBFK sticker. It was one of the descripters.

You can go to the blog and read it. My new amsterdam friends know you from a mountain bike blog because they knew about HBFK. I had a little romance with one of them. His name is _____, I think he is my gnome mate. He is going to ship my bike back. He is frame builder. I think he should visit us here and he can visit you anothe frame builder. yeah!

my bike was found. the course was awesome! unfortunatly i went over with some broken bones in my hand and a sprained wrist. I did do over 15 miles of the course on race day, but had to drop out because i was in tears with pain. when I was still high on the pain meds the course rocked. Literally rocked. This was my training for Gnome fest!

love,
shawn

got it

Monday will be two weeks since I left ISS...and Monday I also start my new job. Badass! I will be handling SEO, Marketing, PPC, all things marketing, advertising, trade shows, newsletters, etc. More my niche and I will be taking ownership of all of that.

About time!

Went to Hartford n' back. Long ride and it was fun.

Got back and there was a dead chipmunk in the trap...shoved its body back in the tree stump where they live. I bet they freaked out a la OH SHIT!!!! A DEAD BUDDY!!!!

HAHAHHA!

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

hee hee

When chipmunks dig under your garage's flundation, its not fun because water gets in the holes. Asswipes!

That's that for now.

crashing

I was able to somehow manipulate Mike into meeting at Kettle. I coaxed him by first showing him a picture of my dead chipmunk...kinda like coaxing a fox to its bait by pouring fox piss all over the place...the fox piss you can buy at K-Mart.

Get there, Dennis the 10th wonder of the world is there. Anthony was also there...shoot the shit until this monster guy arrives...he's done riding, circling around us like a hungry vulture ready to pick the eyes out a dead lizard...finally he's got the gall to ask me: are those bugle boy jeans you're wearing?

Actually, he asked me: is that a single speed? I went n the SS schpeal and how it is a personal preference.

Guy was riding a 13 yr-old Cadex. Yes, you remember those? Old bonded carbon and alu frames from Giant...and it creaked. He was driving a brand new Infiniti suv...but he liked his bike.

Anyway, Mike/Gary/Bethany show up. We all ride in the dark, lights on...

Me: Rock Lobster
Gary: Moots
Mike: Karate Monkey
Bethany: Stumpjumper
Anthony: Santa Cruz boner machine
Dennis: Surly 1x1

We ride, crack jokes like bad comedians...and ride and wait and ride some more.

We were in the blue loop, and Mike is in a Zen-like state of mind. Riding in the dark, taking the trail backwards (its a one way trail) and suddenly he's flat on his face...solid stick wedged his woody falicness into Mike's front wheel and WHAP! No biggie. He was fine. Gathered our marbles and headed out.

And then...WHAP! I crashed. A stump took out my foot and the handlebar pinched my right thigh really hard and I fell off to the side. Dennis helped get me up...bloody knee, bruised thigh, cramped foot...

We all rode again. I lead the pride into the darkness...and got to the cars. We drank, fluxed, and said our gratuitous comments...and went home

Sleeping well

Mornin' everyone.

I've been able to sleep so well lately. I actually just woke up...no stress from having to go to work for a grumpy guy who's got serious ADD.

Around 10 am, I am off for a long ride.

Yesterday I was too busy doing stuff here...and I'll go for a road ride, and later today, for a night ride...which reminds me. I have to plug my lights in. I have not used them since March.

More later.

Another day and zero dollars from someone...

So on Monday, I quit my current job with the safety equipment co. Yes, we'll be ok. As long as there's Sarah Mclachlan and Pit Bull puppies, everything's ok.

The owner of the company blamed me again for poor sales. I was only their web guy...and their Mac guy (only one mac in that co). The only one who knew html, Illustrator, Dreamweaver, Photoshop, InDesign, etc....and I also took care of their ebay account.

We'll see how they cope because I was an integral part of the company, one of the few who always had a constant full plate of work. One of the few who always worked hard and got there waaaaaay on time.

Anyway, I was going to get up at 5 am and go for a 32-mile ride. Why 32? Its longer than 30.

I ordered a Salsa Las Cruces...yes, I had one last year. Ebayed it, and regretted it, and I am getting the new frameset tomorrow. Light and SS thanks to ENO-ability. Midge bars, ENO cranks...light.

I hope gas goes to $4 soon. People will go to work all in shambles because every gallon used will add up close to a cup of Starbucks. Then, those people one sees driving randomly will disappear. Weekend driving will be a luxury, even traveling 20 miles to Waukesha to see the in-laws will hurt.

I am still peeling like a mofo. This past weekend we went to Wi Dells. Had fun camping in a celebratory mode. Went to Noah’s Ark, a nice waterpark…got on some rides, screamed like a girl…then screamed like a girl some more at the roller coasters at Mt. Olympus. We had a lot of fun regardless. Family, friends, good times, and a 7-year-old who knows the ingredients for mixed drinks…

Give me a potato peeler please.

Tomorrow night = night ride at Kettle Moraine with the co-gnome-fest crew. I have not done a night ride in a while…but I know that once Fall and Winter sets in, the lights will reappear on whichever bike I will be riding to whichever job…The Salsa? Scandium doesn’t rust like a steel frame would…so the KM, the Rock Lobster, and the Fixed-Gear Black Hole will stay home during the harsh, harsh, famine-style Wisconsin winter.

your mom...

Your mom...Your mom is the reason we have high gas prices...

Hello? um, yes, mom? Can you please stop driving your mini-mom to Mall Wart? What? You're just going there to look at useless plastic junk?

Mom, could you please stop driving your SUV if you only live 3 blocks from the grocery store?

Get some panniers and a rack for your bike...what? You need to go to starbucks? So you can spend $$$ on a cup of coffee?

Make your own, you tard.

Mom...why do you like dryhumping the neighbor? I know he drives a Harley...and he's a registered offender.