I Don’t Always


I don’t always have a homemade pan-fried/pan-steamed 1/2 pound cheeseburger the size of my head for lunch, but when I do, I love every freaking orgasmic bite, do two plus hours of landscaping (for the second day in a row) and then go buy a new bike; fuck yeah, Friday!!!

The past two days have been void of riding, but steeped in work clearing out some shrubs, vines and brush from the side of the house along with removing some skank trees. As you might imagine, it was not all that fun, and I am feeling every bit of that axe wielding and brush clearing in my bod. But most likely because of that work I was able to convince Wifey to let me do some financial juggling and go ahead and pick up my Procaliber ahead of schedule (what a woman!!!)



Meet Lemmy, my Trek Procaliber 9.8 SL just off the car, 22 lbs. without pedals, guessing 23-ish with Shimano XT SPD pedals.

I’m really looking forward to getting this ride dialed in over the next few days (thank you El Niño! for the lack of snow and warm December temps!).


The IsoSpeed decoupler up close.

While reportedly not quite as forgivingly flexy as the Boone, and in no way like a full suspension, the IsoSpeed decoupler combined with the carbon fiber should help dull the trail chatter and make for one fast ride. I of course won’t be able to fully comment on that until later this weekend. This might be as close as I get to the enjoyment I got from the Salsa Dos Niner of years past.

So far the only thing I’ve had changed from the stock bike was to swap out the Bontrager XR1 Team Issue tires for some more forgiving, grippier XR2 tires. As per usual, the bike is way better a bike than I am a rider.

I’ve been avoiding riding my Superfly for two months while it’s been up for sale (if you want to buy it, send me an email) and I didn’t want to break anything on it, but with this nice weather I am dying to get in the woods! Not to mention it will be a chance to see if all that core work I’ve been doing for the past month or so helps my back when mountain biking.


Plaid check for weekdays, camo skulls for the weekend.

As a bonus I scored some free handmade cycling caps today. Some good friends of the shop make them, handed out a few extras, and I was able to score a couple. Love the designs and the two I got hold of feel better on my noggin than some of the caps I’ve paid twenty or more dollars for.

Today was a pretty freaking good day, I would have rather had the peace of mind of selling the Superfly before picking up the Procaliber, but I’m sure it will all work out. Not to mention, as fucked up as this world is right now, anything you can do to take your off the murder, hate, racism, bigotry, fear mongering and political shit eating, etc., is a good idea. Since heroine seems like a bad idea to dull the pain of this world, I’m going with bikes, beer, boobs and cameras.

As Morrissey said in the song Piccadilly Palare

It may all end tomorrow
Or it could go on forever
In which case I’m doomed
It could go on forever
In which case I’m doomed

Of course that song is about male prostitution and I’m not sure that applies to what I’m saying, but whatevs.

With that said, I am going to go have a couple of beers, give Wifey some well deserved snuggles, make some white trash Mexican food and maybe watch a movie with B-Man later. Even without a ride, this is one of the best days I’ve had in a while.

Looking forward to football in the morning, a ride in the afternoon and some dinner with friends tomorrow night.


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