Don't punch my salad

The new issue of Dirt Rag is out there, somewhere... well, at least I got mine.

You can have one as well, even without a subscription. It will only cost you a five dollar Bill Fucking Murray.

Inside you'll find the kinda stuff that fills pages upon pages; an article on enduro (not endurance) racing by none other than Harlan Price, some words and images from Nathan Shearer about the Virginia Mountain Bike Trail, and yet another life changing article from yours truly.

This issue's WAZUPWIDIS is worth half a five dollar Bill Fucking Murray alone. Consider the rest of the magazine a bargain.

The 2012 "Season" schedule is gonna get tossed like a salad in Cell Block D. The New Belgium Urban Assault had got to go due to a family conflict. Unfortunately the one thing I said I would do in 2012, SSUSA, is not gonna happen due to other adult stuff. I can't believe it's getting cut, and I don't know what I'm gonna do if I don't see George this year. I've never been to Vermont, and it looks like I won't be seeing it this year as planned.

Meh.

I'm still scratching my head on a few things, but it looks like three stage races will happen for me this year, maybe the Iron Mountain 100K (finally), gotta figure out what I can pull off at the end of August/early September; River's Edge Marathon, Shenandoah 100, and Fool's Gold 100 (50?)

Those are all three weeks in a row?

It will be another full year, that has become very apparent... and intimidating.

June's still pretty open. Gotta do something about that.

Since I've already already dropped the F-bomb twice, here's a link to a nice article that will make you feel even better the next time you buy a $19 pair of fucking socks. Slightly more well thought out than my defense (and perhaps more informative) but fewer adult words and no reference to beer.