For some people, riding bikes is about going fast, winning and losing races. For some it’s about adventure. For others still, it’s about going places and doing things that you never thought you would or could do.
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I Know A Guy (Not Denzel)
I know some people who know some people that rob some people. – Huggy Bear
Actually, I just have a friend who was looking to unload these super fresh XTR pedals he acquired for a “Holy shit! Even I can actually afford that!” price. I LOVE me some XTR. Yeah, yeah, XT shit is good and I dig it the most, but when a good XTR opportunity knocks, I do my best to answer and fork over money.
Sort Of A Not So Big Deal
What fat, unemployed, beer drinking, lack luster blogger/suck cyclist had a Tweet favorited by elite World Cup cyclocross racer Katie Compton? This guy!
This, along with high-fiving Catharine Pendrel at the Iceman two years ago, and once having Georgia Gould say thank you to XXC Mag (me) via Facebook, pretty much makes me a legend amongst the throngs of rabid fetishers fans following elite female bike racers.
Time to up my game and continue my trans-atlantic cyber-stocking of Maja Wloszczowska and Jolanda Neff. Stay tuned.
To see the lighthearted, hilarious, emaciated horror show of a calendar done for charity that the Tweet references, check out the article on CyclingNews.com.
Trailside Horrors, Participation, Etc.
Trailside “horror” to celebrate Halloween.
Mornings With Maury
Colder temps are closing in fast, my weight is out of control following the 2 week government shutdown induced depressive beer bender I went on, and I would like to be on a new bike and racing more in 2014. So, I made the commitment to go back to my gym (Morey Maury Ballstein’s Fitness Center) to mix things up, burn some calories, muscle up some flab, stay out of the wind and cold a few days a week and actually interact with people outside my home every so often.
Coppi, Old Men & Gladiator Sandals
Fausto Coppi and the snarky man in gladiator sandals
In the past year or so I have become enamoured with old cycling racers, races and photos. It started over at xxcmag.com, then once I ran that into the ground, it continued on to The Soiled Chamois v.3. Beyond seeing the old cycling badasses of yesteryear throwing down, I love looking at the bikes, equipment, styles and designs.
Design Practice: Dirt Road Barn
I had some time in between a freelance logo I’m working on for an old co-worker friend back in the ‘Burgh and “doing stuff” today, so I jacked around with some textures, backgrounds and an October “file photo” from my Standard Gravel Ride. It’s sort of fun just to fuck around now and again… making shit burgers out of shit. Carry on.
Francesco Moser & Bodoni
I hate myself. Not for all my normal reasons but because the very first thing I thought of when I saw this photo of Francesco Moser wasn’t about him, his bike, the race he was doing or the Cheshire Cat shit eating grin the dude in the car is sporting… it was that the font used for the sponsor’s name on the team car is Bodoni Poster Italic. Not a huge fan… Unless I’m doing some 70s looking project, then it’s pretty darn cool. I on the other hand am just an idiot.
1990s Gravel
Gravel circa 1994 – 26″ wheeled mountain bike and hip pack (not being used for Enduro™) included.
The Tuesday/Monday Place Flop
The above photo pretty much sums up my Tuesday.
I have been trying to talk less and less about “me”, ’cause let’s face it, I am not that interesting and sort of an imbecilic train wreck. BUT I am going to do so today for some reason. Sorry.