How I hate the pane

I got off of work on Sunday will all the intensions of building up and nice shiny ghey set of mountain bike wheels. So maybe not brand new since I am using my DT240 hubs for the simple reason that they still rock and also because I have not broken them yet. Which wasn't the case for the Kings that are awaiting servicing from a man. More on the new wheels when they are built. But Sunday evening found me doing other things

Whats this you say he is complaining school beating his free time into non existance yet he is building up a new set of ghey wheels? Shouldn't he ride a bike first and regain the very low level of fitness that he once clutched to the day he won Winghaven? Ah good reader you are right in you assumption but your lack of knowledge is what makes you the reader and me the writer of this boring and unimportant tale. Sunday was my longest ride ever. By ever I mean this year. I 2hours and 30 or so min later I found myself gasping for breath in the dark as i rolled down my driveway with 39 miles under my lycra tights. I would like the thank the XTRDr for helping my make the desision to go ride instead of build up my wheels and for the soap on a rope it makes removal of said soap much easier.

Clothes teh Poles

Yesterday at 4:15pm I got on the road bike and embarked on a nice little lollie (you wish matt). So whoever was the closest to February 16th wins the all of the money that I am sure was bet on how long I would complain about not riding and finally man up.

It seriously hurt. 23miles at just over a 14mph pace through some of the jefferson county hills. It was no 93mile death march on the major summits of west county but it damn near killed me. It was more like a French asualt during WW2, I just couldn't raise the white flag fast enough. However, inspired by the XTRDr I am planning a smalled flatter ride from school today. Be prepared to whitness a Robortion this season it will be brutal.

Huffing F*ING SH*T Batman

I never thought I would ever see the day when my friends would group up against me in order for me to breath the waste that destroys life and the business of TCman (If have never heard the story of minister getting blamed for a forty foot creeper then I pitty you) But lets face it I was gifted with an Iron stomach that has allowed me to see Hoffmeyers face when i ate a roach for $5. And made $10 eating flies at starbucks. However, human waste is another issue altogether. As the price rises so do the stipulations. Truth be told I am no closer to huffing the poo gas then i was the day the idea was first brought to me by one of Energor's prophets. The question is how high is everyone willing to stack the pot.

the parasite

well i kind of figured that all the poop talk in my comments had killed my blog (I am well aware the real reason was my lack of riding and my overwhelming stock pile of excuses for not wanting to ride.) However, Doctor never gave up and has shocked my blog back to life with a jenkem fueled defibrilater. Now all i have to do is get the bike back between my legs and figure out how to climb hillz again. Speeking of riding the paperwork for the Big Unit will faxed out before the end of the week just waiting on some funds to be freed up. On that note I will have to pass on the $50 in excange for huffing jenkem for 2 main reasons. First: I would hate to be test positive (after winging say winghaven) for doping and secondly I now have a girlfriend (proving that I AM NOT GHEY) and she said no (she is part german but has become to americanized). So yeah I out~