Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Dear America:

Thank you for putting a man in the White House who won't even salute his own flag. A bunch of sheep you all are.



Oh well. I just hope that the future neosocialism doesn't force me to share my bike with some shmuck on who sits around on his arse all day collecting government aid.

That is all.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Tool Roll

Heres my latest creation. Been working on it for a week.

I was getting tired of digging through my tool box searching for tools when working on my bikes. It always like one missing one tool or another is being lost to the dark quagmire at the bottom of my tool box. I was in need of better organization. I was also tired of either bringing my whole flippin toolbox with me on trips, taking up unnecessary room in the car, or having to pick and choose which tools I should bring. Solution: tool roll.

I got the idea of Park's tool roll. I was looking at getting some new tools, and I stumbled upon it. However, I found that I own most of the tools it came with. So I just made my own custom tool roll out of a humongous old duffel bag from the DI. I tailored it around each specific tool, so they all fit in snugly. The quality of the stitches is a little shoddy as I killed the sewing machine about halfway into the project. The rest I had to hand stitch, which took for-ev-er!


It rolls up nice, but it weighs about a million pounds with those headset wrenches in it.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Days off are soooo nice.

Went for a nice fall mountain bike ride today. It was very pleasant. The foliage was beautiful. There was a tiny drizzle of rain off and on, which was very refreshing. The trails were really sandy though. Pretty crappy traction. I'm glad the I am running those monster 2.35 Nevegal tires. I grabbed these pics with my phone to send to Riley who was at work. Sucka!

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Why I ride.

I have been commuting to my job fixed gear-style for a little over a year now. I have experienced a plethora of riding conditions including road construction (read: lack of road), road raged maniacs, pouring rain, marble sized hail, 0 degree temps, 105 degree temps, and icy slick roads. I love it all. Here are a few reasons why I love it.

1. Decreasing dependence on my car/avoidance of car related headaches.
I really hate traffic and waiting at lights and stupid drivers and following all the laws and rules that govern the roads.
I get angry and frusturated easily in a while Im driving, and these are character traits I'd rather not have make appearances too often.

2. Fitness and health.
These legs, however skinng, are powerful pistons now.
None of my pants and shorts fit me anymore! They are all way too big. Ive had to punch an extra hole in my belt!
It feels good to be skinny and healthy.
My co-workers think I'm crazy, I just think I am fit and unlazy.

3. Consciousness of urban transportation and sustainability issues.
I really get to thinking about the whole urban sprawl thing and the problems it creates. Its sad to see so many people so dependent on their cars, and that their cars are affecting their lifestyles and families.

4. Biking in the city can be fun.
Gotta love empty streets late at night and early in the morining.
Gotta love blowing past huge lines of backed-up traffic.
Gotta love blowing stop signs and lights while drivers look on impatiently.

5. Oftentimes, my only opportunities to ride a bike come in the form of a commute.
Its sad but true. I only get a good mountain bike ride (my true cycling passion) in about once a week, twice if I am lucky...
Gotta stay in shape somehow.
Better to show up at a race with commute miles under my belt than nothing.

6. I need a reason to start a obscure blog that no one but me will ever see.
Everyone else has one, I had to join them. (Oh my goodness, I really AM a poser!)

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Hello to the world!

Hello to the world of cycling blogs. I know theres a lot out there, but I'll do my best to not be a crappy one. This blog will serve as a commentary on urban cycling culture any my experiences as a cyclist in Boise Idaho. Along the way, I will search for my identity like a confused adolescent teen boy. Am I really a fakenger? A hipster posenger? A retro grouch? Or am I just an average bike commuter and mediocre racer?