"If you can't be pretty, you might as well cause trouble" – Florence King
Posted in Adventures, Imports from old blogs, Mountain Biking, Trek 800 on Jan 25th, 2006
I got invited to go nighttime trail riding. His wreck was Friday morning, when he was coming home. On Saturday afternoon, I went on the usual group ride with the Acme group, and they reminded me of an event I’d forgotten all about, the Full Moon ride out at the Lawrence River Trail. I hadn’t […]
Posted in bike commuting, Imports from old blogs, Photo entries, Playing With Weather, Trek 800 on Dec 3rd, 2005
Well, this is my much-beloved Old Reliable mountain bike. The ten-ton Trek. The first picture was from last spring, before I started doing stuff like putting bottle cages on it. It just had blinky lights, and I think it still had the bar-end rearview mirror, which it no longer has. It kept getting knocked off […]
Posted in bike commuting, dumb things I have done, Imports from old blogs, Trek 800 on Nov 14th, 2005
So, Finslippy was talking about stinky Gingko fruits, the other day, and I was thinking, wow, I’m glad we don’t have Gingko trees here in Kansas City, because wow, that would suck to ride my bike through a pile of dead leaves and rotten puke-fruit and then have that shit stuck in my tires. Ahem. […]
Posted in biking, Imports from old blogs, Trek 800 on Jun 30th, 2005
I was too tired to update last night. Here’s why: I ended up taking a three-and-a-half-hour bike ride. KCMO is surprisingly hilly, and Sam (the dude who leads the rides I’ve been going on) LOVES the hills. Mad-man! Riding with him, on top of not really feeling that great yesterday, wore my ass out. We […]
Posted in biking, Burley, Imports from old blogs, Trek 800 on Jun 17th, 2005
I have a problem. I’m unable to buy myself non-essential stuff, especially not big-ticket items. I talked myself out of the exact pair of Doc. Marten maryjanes that fit like they were already broken in because I just couldn’t hork up $98 on the day I’d spent nearly $400 to get my glasses fixed. I […]
Posted in bike commuting, biking, Imports from old blogs, Trek 800 on May 22nd, 2005
Like most American children born in the 1970s, once I was able to pull myself up standing, I was plunked into a “walker” and allowed to cruise the house under supervision. This meant, apparently, that I importuned customers in the restaurant and attempted to stalk the dogs as they motored around, minding their own doggy […]