Smells like somebody shit in their cereal

It's that time of year again.  Boredom sets in.  Thoughts of what could be for next year clog my head.  I usually preoccupy my brain in the off-season with silly things.

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When I got home from trail work on Saturday, the Misfit diSSent Brontoawesomeous Meatplow V.5 was completely disassembled, brought down to the state which it entered my house some eighteen months ago. The remains lie on on my secondary workbench awaiting their unknown fate.

Some primo parts there, some a little worse for wear, and some in need of full replacement.  I'll figure all that out when the time comes.

There's a couple/few races left on the calendar for the year that I may or may not contaminate with my presence.  Assuming I enter them, they will be contested on the Dickstickel Meatplow V.6.

This is the time when an "elitist cycling athlete" would go around looking for sponsors and whatnot.  I will be doing my best to make sure that the folks on my sidebar under the header DICK SUPPORT remain there in 2013.  I'll be sure to point out my incredibly successful 2012 campaign, meager salary requirements, and clean arrest record.  That should seal the deal.

New sponsors?  What more could I need?  I am blessed to have any kind of support whatsoever, but to already have it from companies and individuals that make great, long lasting, serviceable, reliable, products? Bonus.  Sure there are some holes in there that could be filled, but chasing down a bottle cage, helmet, crank, brake, grip, bottom bracket sponsorship from companies like Specialized, Race Face, Shimano, Bontrager, or Real World Cycling?  I think they've got some bigger fish who swim in the biggest of ponds to worry about.

I hate to use the phrase (at least in a public manner), but I got "white people problems." 




I don't have any real needs, and all I lack is desire, goals, effort, follow-through and will.  Hard to go out hunting with an attitude like that.  Guess it's what I get for being a morose mother fucker.



Bung.