Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Monday, June 28, 2010

I Might Be Wrong.

I ran away to Germany once. My friend Christiane was living in Heidelberg, and I was messed up on some girl, so I figured I'd go see her. Well, at least I think I was messed up on some girl. I had with me two Modest Mouse records and a copy of Catcher In The Rye, so I must've been messed up on something. But it was a while back now, and the things you get messed up on tend to get a little messed up themselves as they get further away.

When I arrived she wasn't home, but she'd left a note informing me that as her housemate had left the country, I could stay in her room. I could also use her bike if I liked. The house was a pretty typical student flat, with new carpet and a strange toilet. The bike was a ladies step through that had seen better days. I pumped up the tyres, then took it out into the street and rolled around the neighbourhood until Christiane got home.

Her bike wasn't so crash hot either, but we rolled around town together for the next couple of weeks. It was summer and the weather was fine. We went swimming in the river and ate dinner on the balcony. More often than not we'd be joined by a bunch of her friends, all of them riding step-throughs or old road bikes, inevitably in poor condition. It didn't really matter though. The town was small and the roads were narrow and flat. If something broke down on the way to the river or a party or a cafe we'd find a bike shop and sort it out, or just lock the bike up and dink each other the rest of the way.

This happened to Christiane herself one afternoon. Her brakes were seizing up and the levers wouldn't spring back after she'd squeezed them. We didn't have much money though, so she suggested we go to this place where they loaned you tools and helped you with repairs. As we walked up there I tried to explain to her exactly how inept I am when it comes to tools, but she wouldn't have a bar of it.

We wandered into the place, which was set up in the courtyard of some cafe. I squirted some lube into the brake cables, gave them a squeeze, twisted the barrel adjusters a few times and that seemed to do it. It wasn't much. Anything more probably would've been beyond me. But she looked impressed. She stood beside me, a little closer than usual, said thank you, and slowly leaned over and kissed my cheek.

I think I might've actually blushed.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

I Am Lacking Something.

Like, an understanding of how to apply google analytics.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Photos Of Myself.

Also, I don't know if you remember this, but there was a time around the late 90s / early 2000s where bands really, really wanted to be The Rolling Stones. I'm ok with that. Some times I want to be The Rolling Stones too.


Ain't No Party.

As per usual, I'm a bit late to the ball with this one, but this NSFW blog is easily one of the best things on the internet (or, at the very least, one of the best uses of Google Images). So good it has already spawned cheap imitations.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

From The Top Of The Hill.

More info here.

The racing will be set out like a classic six-day, with points accumulated in the scratch, keirin and flying lap counting towards a team's overall madison score.
As you can see from the link, Team Handsome were entered, but have withdrawn due partially to Ben's back being fucked, but also partially due to fear. There are - I think - three people on that list who are legitimately allowed to wear world champion stripes, as well as a smattering of state champions.

If you've ever thought about coming down to DISC to check out the racing, this will be the time to do it.

Coffee will be provided by Padre. And really, that's the most important part.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Draw Us Lines.

Oh man, I've been such a fucking internet demon this holiday weekend. See up there, just below the header? Those are extra website pages. And as much as I'm quietly proud of the Palmares page, the most exciting one for me is the Events page. There you'll find flyers of every event I've had a hand in organizing. In a subculture with a very short memory, I can't help feeling like it's important to document and preserve history like this. Yep.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Strap On The Feedbag.


I don't know what you spent your Saturday morning doing...