We rode bikes today. It was really fun.

It's too bad she won't live. But then again, who does?

I rode rollers in my living room tonight for Blade Runner. I guess that doesn't make sense. You can't really express time in that type of form. That's like saying, "We drank for $8.00 worth of the juke-box." Blade Runner was fun though, it made me not want to ride my bicycle down the stairs hoping for a quick, painless death due to apathy. The weather may actually break a little this weekend to allow for some time on the real road. Not the fake road that is made of hardwood instead of pavement. And spin out those legs boys and girls. Last night I made the mistake of grinding out an hour and a half at about 60 rpm without any type of cool down. My legs felt like 35 pound Hickory Farm style meat sticks when I woke up this morning.

I'm starting to get an idea of the events I want to do this coming season. I registered for the Leesburg Bakers Dozen on the advice of Mr. Mahokey. Single speed solo. It's probably a bad idea, but at least it'll give me something to write about.

Att. Philadelphia. (eww)

This is the listing for Harlan Price's single speed that was recently stolen. It shouldn't matter whose bicycle it is, but it belonged to a person whom I've heard nothing but great things about.  If you have the means, please pass along the word. 

STOLEN: Independent Fabrication MTB by vacant hearted people

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Reply to: sale-508400701@craigslist.org
Date: 2007-12-13, 5:05PM EST


So i left the house for 4o min. 9:48-10:30 to visit the hardware store. You watched me leave, drove up onto the sidewalk in your White work truck, with side boxes and a house heater on the back. 
My neighbor saw you but assumed you to be people working on my house. INstead you went around back, opened a window, and came back through the front door and proceeded to use my wheelbarrow to unload me of all the things I can't afford to replace. 
I'm sure you were just looking for the $2,000 in power tools I had for working on my first house, but in the process you took my new Mountain bike. I can't pay for too many things, and yes I race bikes for a team that gives me a race bike, but this one was mine. The others are taken back from me at the end of each year. I live below the poverty line to live out a dream of racing bikes. Sorry you have no dreams. And in case you were justifying your actions by thinking I had insurance on my stuff, you were wrong. 
I hope that you at least choose a different color than black to spray paint my bike and then give it to some kid, who finds that the thrill that a bike can provide is a new experience worth pursuing outside of the hell hole of a morally defunct world you live in. You probably go around accusing the world of being a shit hole, not realizing it's your world you are creating. 
You obviously put a lot of effort into casing my house, and waiting for me to leave. When I think about it, it must have been a good amount of work. I firmly believe that your actions will catch up to you. Maybe not in one catastrophic event, but at least a slow lifetime of one small tragedy at a time. The days you can't trust your friends, the lack of pleasure in anything simple, honest or pure. Lung cancer, neglected children hating you, growing old angry, bitter and alone. 

Any ways If you hve a change of heart, and want to return the bike I offer a $400 reward to get it back. Or if you know where it is at and want to help me get it back, no questions asked. 

Below is a picture. Black 29er MTB, Yellow stripes, green logo. INdependent Fabrication is the name. 

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Joseph Heller R.I.P

So I spent the last week and half slightly under the weather.  Add to that a trip to New York City and you have a boy who took an extended recovery week.  The last three days though have been business as usual. 

This guy right here though is about to reveal his gross cannibalistic head. As I ramp up the base training hours per week, I'm going to need more sleep to recover.  It's a sick joke that isn't that funny at all.  I have the time to actually ride more throughout the week, the problem is finding the time to get the extra sleep to make it worthwhile.   Furthermore, if I ride without the extra sleep, I'm probably going to end up over-reaching and therefore worse off than if I just hadn't increased the training load in the first place.  Oy vey.  

This is not an exit.

Base boredom.

The colonel busted up his toe running around in the yard last weekend. My man is just too intense and doesn't know when to stop. He spent the week limping around, laying on the couch, and being extra debilitated. He's pretty much fully recovered and celebrated by romping around in the snow.

*Anyone else have mixed feelings about Terry Richardson appearing in a Belvedere commercial?

Because this was on my To-Do List

So it snowed.  A lot.  I spent the weekend in NYC, so not only did I miss the Punk Bike Enduro, I also haven't sat on a bicycle in about five days. Hopefully tomorrow I'll get the chance to spin out an hour.  I'm also going to be getting back into the gym in about a week for the duration of the winter and into the spring.  I'm pretty excited about this.  I'm kinda going for this look:

I imagine it'll probably take me a few weeks to get there, but I'm determined.  It can only make me faster right?  

It may just interfere with the next item on my To-Do List though; join run club.  I got kicked out months ago when I realized that I like riding a bicycle a lot more than working a lot harder to go a lot slower.  But I need something cardio related to do on the nights I don't wanna ride rollers or eat 450 grams of protein. (see above) 

I'm off to check a few things off the list.  Listen to Pavement; check. Play with my dog; check.  Eat some grapes; check....