Vague Idea Racing: See you next beer.

Since I got four days in a row off, and I can only clean so much gutter, I took the time to write a little something something to end the year of our lorb 2025. Being that this concludes my full 20th year of blerhging, I couldn't let it go out with just a whisper of a fart noise, lest ye think I'd given up.

Things at work should calm down soon, I'm starting to think about 2026, Winter Shart Tarck is right around the corner, and I should be building up a 32" rigid single speed shortly.

I guess this is some perverse cycle sport form of nesting. Most of the pieces parts are ready to go, although the purple bespoked wheels are still a mystery time away from being full reality because China and rims and stupid wheel sizes.

Stuck a 29er tube in there for a couple reasons. One, to reassure myself that it will indeed be useful in the case of tire calamities that can't be solved with sealant or plugs. Two, to make sure my spare tube holds air overnight... because you should check these things every once in awhile (it did, btw).

I'm as much excite as I am anxious about finally riding this thing. Other than the random geared bike I buy (and end up feeling meh about), most of the bikes I get are just skosh different than the single speed it will/might replace. I'm really jumping into the unknown head first on this one, and I wonder if I will be one of dozens or mebbe hundreds of people who will have actually tried a 32er VS the definite hundreds or thousands worldwide that have opined at length based on ignorant conjecture, assumptions, lame prejudice, and just enough of a grasp on mountain bike geometry that if you put it in your belly button, there would still be enough room for an elephant to run around in it.

I'm hoping the Pink Bike type haters start a Ded Pool regarding which twist of fate I will be met with first.

1. I get behind a drooped saddle and rip my balls off.
2. I oversteer in a corner and fall over.

3. I understeer in a corner and fly over the top of a berm.
4. I do a three foot huck to flat and blow the wheels up because they're not Super Boost or whatever.

5. I smash my balls because "standover."
6. I win a World Cup XC race and ruin everything.

7. Basically, Jurassic Park just happens.

8. All the above.

I got my fingers super crossed that I can get all the pieces of the puzzle together at least a full weekend before Winter Shart Tarck starts, because I can't imagine my first outing being an all-out, sub-40 minute, asses and elbows "ride" with fifteen to twenty guys trying to beat each other's dicks off.

I'll get a few rides in before I share my feelings with the class, you know, to like, have an opinion, man.