Monday, January 4, 2010

"Squirrel's Magical Adventure Storybook for Kids!"



Once upon a time, there lived a Squirrel named Squirrely. Squirrelly liked to ride his bicycle from tree to tree collecting nuts in his cheeks. One day, while riding his bike, squirrel ran into a magical homeless box troll. The troll smelled of urine and booze, but told Squirrelly of a magical place called Suburbiana.

“Suburbiana is a mystical realm where one can find abundant food with little nutritious value, travel vast distances without walking, and where girl pants are fashionable for all." The homeless box troll began to wet himself then fell asleep. (They tend to fall asleep easily this time of year)

Squirrelly decided to go. “A life with no danger would be fantastic,” he said to himself. So he began to ride and ride. He rode past the river. He rode through the woods. He rode through the snow. He was close enough to smell the exhaust fumes of Suburbania when…

Suddenly a trio of Ninja Dolphins Jumped out and began to kick Squirrelly's ass. He picked up his bike and ran away screaming and crying; a little beaten and raped. "How will I ever get past them?" Squirrelly thought. "They have wet blow holes and I have is a cheek full of magical nuts"

Squirrelly was overpowered, so he decided to use his head to passive-agressively deal with the dolphins. He began hatching plans. When the dolphins fell asleep, Squirrelly plugged their blowholes with some of his Acorns; suffocating them. He ground their lifeless bodies into "Chicken of the Sea" and left them for the wolves.

Squirrelly eventually found his way to Suburbiana. He couldn't get a job because of all the mexicans. He couldn't get laid because he didn't have a big truck. And he couldn't find a pair of girl pants that didn't make his tail look fat and frumpy. His hopes dashed, he decided to take his bike and go back to his tree. He slept warm and cozy the rest of the winter, eating nuts and questionable tuna. The END









Sunday, January 3, 2010

Easy Ridin' Sundays

Sundays are the perfect days for chillaxin' on the bike. 70% of the population is at church and 50% of the population is hung over; so hardly anyone's on the road. I had some awesome coffee, washed the grime and shit off of my bike from yesterday, then rode to the island.

This winter has been pretty mellow. It was cold for a spell, but not bad so far. I've been bundling up and riding. Since September, I've only been riding my TT bike. I'm looking forward to getting my team bike soon. I'm excited about the prospect of summer. But, right now i got to take it a day at a time. I'm trying to stay focused on my goals...going outside and riding is a huge part of that.

Yesterday, Ben and I rode to Crystal Hot springs. got 90 miles and almost 5 hrs in!

Friday, January 1, 2010

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

On-fire-able

Snow is On-Fire-able

Last night, we went to 21st street and walked the river parkway to the fire-pit in West Haven. We had a campfire and made snowball fights more entertaining by dousing them in gasoline, then throwing them at Derek. I think it would be more of a fun little party favor than an actual weapon in a snowball fight ("Officer, i don't know how he got third degree burns on his face, i just threw a snowball") Plus, i watched some cop point a gun at some kids throwing snowballs on youtube... i can't imagine if he saw that shit.


In other news, I took Anthony to the mall to see Santa Claus today. Last year I took him and the guy they hired to play santa claus was some mexican dude that looked a little homeless. Needless to say, Newgate Mall Santa Version 2.0 was a big upgrade from last year.


on-fire-able |ôn|-|fīr|-|ˈābəl|
-adjective : easily set on fire
origin: retarded shenanigans in the West Desert involving fireworks


Monday, December 21, 2009

2009

2009 was a decent season. I wanted to do more; accomplish some amazing things, but never did. I blame it all on myself. I pissed away the winter last year, got caught up in a shitty relationship with a manipulative narcissist, jumped into a job that I knew would require more effort and more attendance than a bike racer can afford, and I continuously fell victim to my negative self-talk.

2009 was a good year, don't get me wrong. I learned a lot about racing. I learned how to be a good teammate (I hope), and spent a week in May speaking with a russian accent. I learned that i can sleep anywhere during a race: on the side of the road, in a van, on a cot next to the river, on a cot next to a pile of animal bones, and that you shouldn't take a nap on a sidewalk in Bend because you will be harassed by a cop that thinks you're homeless.

I got to be a part of a team with a good group of people. I gained some confidence. I lived in the woods for a while, like a mountain man.

2010 will be here in a little more than one week and I can't wait.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

When hearts attack!

I went balls out on the treadmill today and my heart almost exploded. It was the most intense chest pain I've ever had. It felt like my heart was going to hatch into a baby chick and the baby chick was cracking away with its egg tooth at my atrium. Some rather uncomfortable shit.

I've been mixing up the routine with some cross training. A little swimming, a little running, a little outside, a lot of trainer rides, with just the right amount of weight training for seasoning. Its a soufflé of fitness.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

WHITE POWdER!

It was snowing sideways today when Ben and I went riding. Ben's finally back on the bike from his knee injury and was happy to be riding again. It's awesome that under the most miserable conditions, we laugh and crack jokes. I'd hate to ride with anybody less crazy and funny than Ben, especially during a snow storm. I think anybody else would have bitched out and stayed inside.