bIKE cLUB hits the Big Apple

HOT day in the concrete canyons of NYC, and every cab and bus within a hundred block radius was out to kill me, but the breeding tanks of the Uber Ancestors don't spit out many softies (welcome to HTFU) so I prevailed.  Highroller 1, cabs 0.  I've been somewhat twitchy (ok, ok  twitchier than usual) on the road bike since getting plowed under by a Jeep a couple years ago so I took the proper cure and rode 80 high speed blocks down Broadway, 5th Ave and West End Ave blowing lights, getting squeezed out by buses, cut off by cabs and delivery vans, all on the worst pavement known to man.  Cured!  I'll take the Moots down the f*ckin' running of the bulls in Pamplona now! Also got a good view of Lady Liberty's ass from NJ (insert appropriate metaphor on either NJ or current state of "liberty" here). Out.

I've been Gardening... And how about you?

My new plot in SSCG in Longmont is a 20 x 20 plot.
I built boxes, and made paths.
Trying a new technique this year, going to try growing some plants directly in Straw Bales.

Looks like I am going to have a ton a veggies this year!

My GPS is trying to kill me

9 foot van!

Immediately I suspect those bee-atches from the the hated BLTFFL (Boulder Ladies Tropical Fish Fanciers League) and especially their vicious and devious (yet admittedly sexy) lead-vixen Sandra "Sandy" Fleisch- O'Bannion. Why else would my GPS send me down goat-tracks in backwoods PA and try to squeeze me under troll-bridges?  Oh sure, I'll turn left in 2.3 miles on "State Forest Game Road 76"...Not!  Somehow I avoided their no doubt diabolical subterfuge and made it intact to DirtFest.  Many PA beers and plates of Clem's BBQ later I'm ready to continue my mission, into Philly (go Flyers!!) today then the Big Apple Wed.  Sean, you still want that "Cats" sweatshirt with the puffy ink? You got it!

Rest of you better be up to something, I'm not hearing any chatter on the wiretaps but I know Thumper Valentine at least is on summer parole.  What up?

18 Hrs of Fruita = in the books

Congrats on 4th Chainsaw, Adam, Chad and Gurst!

30 laps for the crew, followed by 30 beers.  Mtb racin' as it ought to be!

Also, what the frak?

Brad appears to be molting with the onset of spring.  You wear it well brother!  Thanks all for coming by Dot's to say hola, should be back down (with the rest of the Triumvirate) this weekend as well...

Release the Kraken!!

In approximately 2 hours the Chainsaw will be unleashed upon the unsuspecting, though not nescessarily innocent, participants of the 18 Hrs of Fruita mountain bike race.  May God have mercy on their souls.  Rainchecks, excuses and/or prisoners will not be taken!  You know how they (and by "they" I mean Bret Michaels of Poison of course) say "every Rose has its thorns".  Well my Rose can be ALL thorn when she wants to be, and boy does she want to be after a long winter cooped up in Steamboat.  If YOU have loved ones in the vicinity I can only say "I'm sorry" and I suggest you relish these last precious moments Tweetering at each other instead of fruitlessly cursing the force of nature that is about to wrack its bloody vengeance upon all and sundry.

Yo Beckett!

Come on in, the bIKE cLUB pool is toasty warm (cuz I been pissing in there!)