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I don’t know what it is, but after today’s cyclocross race…I just don’t feel like racing anymore. For real. I thought I had made that clear back in May at the 12-hours of Kewaskum, and the only other races I did were the Pewaukee Triathlon and the Chequamegon mtb race.

I’m keeping my Salsa Las Cruces though. It’s a nice light bike for commuting in the nasty WI Winter of Death Defying Stunts.

I did ok in today’s race, SS n’ all…but after the race I got a massive right hip pain. It still hurts…I hope I am not getting too old. I’ll only be 33 in a couple of weeks. I am still young in modern standards. Shit, back 500 years ago I’d really have a saggy ass and old balls…

Its just not appealing to me to pay $$$ to prove something to no one…I did it foolishly. Paying for a race whereas I could have used that money to fill up the tank, or get something for Annabel or Sarah. I feel so guilty. Money lost. A bad gamble. Racing sucks.

If I were top pro schmoe, then yes, I am racing against other fools for a “coveted” title. Title to what? To brag to the inner circle? Lame.

From now on, I will only commute by bike like I have been, and just ride for fun. On the dirt, on the road…back n dirt. I love bikes, but racing is not for me anymore.

I raced for most of the 90’s and I was good at it. I qualified twice for the Hawaii Ironman back in '95 & '96, but I didn't go because I didn't want to spend so much money for a race I knew I wasn't going to win. Now, there’s more responsibilities in my life and I don’t need thoughts of racing in my head anymore. My only race is personal best times between here and work and back. Just me and my bike, racing the clock with myself and me only and no one else.

Yes, I am taking up deer hunting next year. So there.

Coons and Deer

Ok, so my Taiwanese pals are jerking me around. Now it’s a December delivery. My poor frames want to move to the USA fast…

6:45 and I am out the door. It’s actually the first cold ride since May for me. Yes, my toes are still numb while I communicate some riding shenanigans to you…my lovin’ public.

I am riding on Hwy K, going east, going over the overpass I see something furry on the middle of the road. I see what it is, my light shined on it…raccoon.

As I am passing it, the motherfukkin’ fükker was still alive. I saw it move its legs and as I passed the ‘coon screeched and hissed, causing me to swerve as I am riding downhill…I ride fixed gear…I managed not to hit the retaining wall…I know it was hurt from being run over…raccoons deserve the same fate as turkeys.

So as I swerve back, I hit a piece of metal on the road. Some tard must have thrown something from the back of a truck or something. It was an umpleasant feeling, you know, that feeling when you feel your hands coming lose from the bars because you’re not holding on with a death grip. I was a bit jolted, and it was black as pitch too.

Next year I will get myself a huntin’ license and harvest a couple of deer. I saw a few on a field during my ride. I see more deer than anything in my neck of the woods. A buck and some does. BANG! Their natural predators are gone because of people and urban sprawl…so now we have to take care of business in a systematic way. I guess it is natural. We’re made of nature. We evolved and surpassed every species because we have big brains, therefore, everything we do and make is from nature. So yes, I attest, we’re the natural predator of everything, because we fought our way to the top of the food chain. It is all logical.

When I bag my first deer, it will be made into deer sausage, something Sarah's dad always has in the freezer, ready for good eatin'.

I’m not afraid of guts n’ blood. Shit, when I was in high school down in Texas, I was in the Future Farmers of America and a Texas Hunting Education class. In the FFA, I castrated pigs for a grade. In my hunting class, I learned about guns, and how to clean game.

I will never forget the time when the teacher brought in ‘coons he trapped and shot, about 12 of them…for us to skin and gut. That doesn’t happen in the suburbs.

I think those who get shot in their house by a loaded gun are irresponsible people. This class made one respect guns and consider safety above everything.

So when I buy my first rifle, it will be a single bolt action 30/30 with a scope. Everything will be locked, hidden from sight when not in use.

Sarah and her brothers grew up around guns. They hunt, they respect. My mom was also raised around guns, along with all of her eleven siblings. They hunted and still respect guns. My grandma, Trini (peace be with her), used to sleep with a gun under her pillow when she lived by herself. He neighborhood in Mexico was turning for the worst. After she was moved to another house, my aunt kept the gun along with my uncle’s firearms. All under lock in a gun safe.

Then there’s those people that: uuuu, guns are evil, they kill people…..uuuuuuu….gaaaaaaay….uuuuuuuu

Last year Megatron brought a S&W Magnum to the office for a photo shoot. It was as harmless as a piece of paper. No bullets.

No way doods, guns are only a tool that unfortunately fall at times, in the wrong hands.

That’s my 2 cents on guns and hunting, so shut it and leave me alone.

Did anyone watch South Park last night? Hilarity at the expense of a fine HBFK example. I should sent those guys t-shirts for their pinpoint accuracy of HBFKness.

There’s rumors that they want to build a super Mall Wart in Oconomowoc…good bye mom n’ pop shops…infuriates me. But it is a rumor.