Last week, I sort of reused the third bell joke.
It was noticed.
Anonymous said...
- you've already used the third bell joke... yawn.
That wasn't easy*. I'm not very good at photoshop and the amount of coffee I drank during the process made it even more difficult, but I do care if you are entertained or not. If you only knew... the way I feel about you.
After knocking out that top level priority project, I went for a ride with Bill Nye TSG. Even though I was on a 29'er, I was still feeling the effects of riding a 650b for @60 miles last week. Beat up, sore, worse than I normally feel after a week long stage race. At least I felt even more secure in my decision to NOT pursue a 650b frame as my next bicycle on which to make great bike race.
I did miss how it handled though...
If only my ego would allow for a little squish in my ride.
Maybe when I'm old... er.
Sunday. Swap meet. So glad it was less than a ten minute ride from my house. I saved at least five bucks in gas money not driving all the way out to the speedway where it's been in years past, so the five bucks I spent to get in was just a wash. Maybe I'm just the lucky boy that has it all, but I had a hard time finding anything that really filled a void in my world. I did buy a Hamm's beer cycling cap... because Dave Pryor made me jealous of his a couple years ago.
I didn't need another cycling cap, but I did need this one.
After the time wasted... errrr, spent at the swap meet, I headed over to the Tarheel Trailblazer End of Year Party with fellow Mustache Colin. We ended up on the advanced ride which was in much more of a hurry to cover all the trails than I was. It is the off-"season" after all. Ride completed, a lame attempt on my part at the log pull, beer, and then the derby. I was in for this.
Hands on the bar rules. I need that being a man only four apples tall and not yet at my full-Ulrich winter weight. It was a co-ed competition, and I was an equal opportunity wrecking machine. I took out men and women alike until it was down to Irish Luke and I. He had already bested me twice in the warm-ups, and he had much better technique and a really cool accent. I can't remember how exactly I bested him, but in the end, I was victorious.
photo cred: Eastwood
As you can see, the crowd was enthralled with my performance. Then there was food, beer, band, and a ghost exit.A great start to the off-"season?"
I'd say so.
* If no one complains about the misspelling of "unnecessary," all will be for naught.
4 comments:
I didn't read your post today because the first thing I saw was that "stupid" photoshopped bell picture. Kind of layed out don't you think? -zzzzzzzzz
Despite not reading any of your post I did however have a grammatical error catch my eye. You spelled "unnecessary" wrong.
Woot.
You complete me.
4 bells is just wreckless.
@anononymous#1: As the original complainer of the overdone bell joke, I feel your complaint is a little harsh. Maybe indicative of a deep-seeded resentment over too much bell work?
Personally, I would like to see xylophone mounted on the handlebar with and a little hammer integrated in the dropper lever.
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