2010: a year for diminished expectations.

30 12 2009

last night, i received a call from a friend. we had a long talk that involved motivation, photography, veggies, alcoholic drinks and the agriculture industry. but at some point i was invited to las vegas for thursday, which also happens to be new years eve.

i was initially excited about the opportunity to stay in a free hotel room (which happens to be the only type of hotel room i stay in while in vegas), until i started to think about the logistics of the situation. it was then that i realized a crucial aspect of planning a trip to las vegas: it’s hella fucking far away.

so i’m going on a bike ride tomorrow, and then i’m staying home and making lasagna from scratch. i plan to be eating it when the ball drops, synchronizing my last bite with the cheering of the crowd so i can pretend the noise is actually my tastebuds cheering.

i know, new years is a pretty big night, so i like to have it all thought-out.

the ending of 2009 generally requires some sort of “looking back” post. fortunately for you, i am physically incapable of looking backwards. that’s why i have these.

i can, however, look forward… and thanks to burberry eyeglasses purchased last week, i can do so with unprecedented clarity.

let me start out by stating the blatantly obvious: 2010 will be a terrible year.

it’ll involve headwinds, rain, plenty of potholes, terrible drivers, shitty food and i’m guessing i’ll even get chased by a dog at some point. the economy probably won’t recover, and that girl is never, ever going to call me. i don’t even think she likes me.

but i don’t care. i got a bike, a dog, and a roof over both of them. and as long as i can make it through 2010 with that intact, i think things will be just fine. thusly, i have a new motto for the upcoming year.

it’s the headline for this post.


holy crap balls.

28 12 2009

it’s been a few months.

a bunch of things have happened. let’s just say that this was supposed to be a riding blog and all kinds of things came up unrelated to cycling and i was at a loss as to how i should present them.

but, whatever. i’ve ridden over a 1000 miles since we last talked. no biggie.

i bought a cyclocross bike that looks like this:

besides being damn pretty, this bike was built by keith bontrager’s shop in santa cruz during the late 90’s. my friend has one, and strangely enough, his  was built for justin robinson, who rode it during the world cyclocross championships in italy.

jeromy always thought his bike was unique, because it’s a custom color and size. then i found mine (which is 100% identical) on craigslist, sitting in a garage in capitola. the owner didn’t really know what he had, and i got lucky. at least, i thought i got lucky.

i ended up spending a week and close to a hundred dollars removing the seat post. i will give you the truncated version of the story. i used liquid wrench, ammonia, a vise, a long section of rebar, and eventually several hacksaw blades to remove it.

but i never cried. men only cry over dogs.

now i just need some fatty tires and i’ll be in business.

this blog will be changing a bit. more about life, less bikes. we’ll see if i can even keep it up.

hah. that’s what she said.