Subject: This Friday is the Mooseknuckler Cup. Meet at the Mooseknuckler Cycling Alliance Social Lounge a little before 8 (we will be riding out at 8 sharp) for the fourth race in the Mooseknuckler Cup Series. This is the first Alley Cat to ever take place in Washington, Utah making it Epic and Historical. You definitely don’t wanna miss out. As always we will end the race in a location that will allow for lots of story telling and shit talking. Be there!
I rode my bike today. Yup, rode that bitch hard too. Busted out a quick 10 mph clip and made it to work in my usual 30 minutes. I got a grand total of 5.6 miles of riding in. It was about time. (and not the Mormon about time thing, more like a finally, about time thing).
All kidding aside it felt good to pedal a few miles. I even thought about taking the long sleeves off due to the amazing weather we’ve been having.
Anyway, I will not bore you any more with my weak accomplishments. However, there is an upcoming event that you should know about. The next installation of the Mooseknuckler Cup will be held in one week. January 27th meet at the lounge at 8 pm and come prepared to get rowdy. This will be the first Alley Cat held in Washington ever. It will be as historic as it is epic. Don’t miss out.
Now, I have to go take a hot bath, my legs are cramping up…
They say attitude is everything. Yesterday I proved that to be true. Mine sucked and so did my ride. After so much time needing to get some dirt on the tires and I finally get a chance to go and I can barely keep my eyes open.
My day started like so many of my days off. I woke up and had to go to work. I spent the morning answering as many questions as we could find to ask about our new POS system. We are up and stumbling. At least we are moving forward. I did my best to only be there for three hours but was there for four.
KB had made me an excellent lunch. Home made pizza, Guatemala (aka guacamole), rice and even saved me a beer. I gobbled down the food like a maniac. I’m pretty sure I would have died if I had gone any longer without food. Then the sleep set in with a vengeance. Continue reading →
Last Sunday, KB, my parents and I headed south. We didn’t quite make it to the big hole but we had a nice loop up over Mt. Trumbal and out through Short Creek. Or as the locals call it, the crick.
Space. I think that is the only word to describe the Arizona Strip. Continue reading →
Most of you didn’t notice, but some of you may have. The “Buy Some Stuff” page went crashing into the interweb’s abyss on Monday. I know that all of you were dying to find out what happened. So to satisfy your interest, the page basically sucked. You could only order one thing at a time and I didn’t like it. So I went and began to figure out how to get an ecommerce site that was, well, a real store.
To end this story I have one. It is called the Mooseknuckler Market. It still has all the amazingly cool things that will make everyone think you are beautiful, but as an added bonus, you can now order more than one item at a time. It’s got stuff and stuff.
If you feel like the MCA should be buying you beer. You are probably right, so add to our budget buy purchasing something from the Mooseknuckler Market or if your budget is small, simply click on any of the links at the side of the page and know that at some point the Alliance will buy you a drink.
I used to hate to ride Prospector/Church Rocks. I found nothing interesting about the trail. It was slow, sluggish and made me tired without giving anything back. I would pedal to the top of one of the hills only to slowly ride back down to repeat. I avoided the trail almost as much as I now avoid Paradise Canyon. It was boring.
Then I rode it with ProZac on a Saturday morning on a bike that was being treated to its first bout of dirt. Suddenly, Prospector turned into a quick, flowy trail that left me with this strange sensation often known as fun. The ups were quick and I spun out on the back side grinning and laughing all the way to the next up. I had to stay on top of it to keep from missing a turn. I was hooked. Continue reading →
This past weekend we had a No Dabs Contest on Gooseberry. I had a good day and was able to beat Sir Prattipuss by one dab. It was fun and the weather was amazing. But that is not what this post is about.
I conquered a demon that has been haunting me for years. Yes years. I am right now trying to figure out how long it has been since I first pussed out on this move, but my memory is failing me. I’m sure it has been at least five.
It was such a huge demon for me that I dubbed it the Wall of Death. I’ve watched it ridden by numerous people hundreds of times, but I could never get myself to drop in.
The past few days it seems that the cyclewebs (what I am now calling bicycle related internet media) have exploded with hate. I’ve been receiving emails with links, facebook posts with links, links to links and what have you’s that probably also lead to links. What do they all have in common? A lot of people being pissed off about other people riding bikes.
First, DC went off with a rant about riding indoors, using crossfit and trying to get that extra edge. Which can be read here. While it is a good read and may motivate you to get out and ride, it may have the opposite effect on many other people, who in most circumstances would be trying to find some pedal spinning time.
Maybe it is the new year since my normal reaction would be, fuck yea, that is what I am talking about. If you have to watch your power meter to ride, then you are retarded. However, when I read this post it hit me differently. I thought that kind of sucks.
And again it may be my introspective nature of late, but when I received the email to a tech’s rant on MTBR, I was repulsed.
Again, naturally I understand the frustration. I understand the pain of beating one’s head against the wall of the public psyche. I get that sometimes you need to vent. But what repulsed me, was that it is this very attitude that keeps people away from cycling, out of bike shops and sitting in front of their tv’s watching bull shit.
If you ride your bike great. If you ride your bike to race, great. If you ride your bike to get to the post office, awesome. If you ride your bike to relieve the stress your cubical job gives you, even better. I honestly can’t think of a scenario when someone riding a bike would make me mad. Unless of course, you consider a mad scientist riding a bike out to kill baby seals. OK you got me, that last one would make me mad, but in all seriousness when is that going to happen.
I guess what hit me about these posts was how much it was like holding a mirror up to my own rants at times. And the realization that I don’t care what you ride, as long as your ride.
As the day that we have assigned to be our changing over of time, has come and gone many things have lingered through the hazy halls of my mind. In the spaces in between, if you will. Without torturing you with all the inner workings of that maze, let me just say that I am thankful for the people I have met, have ridden with and those who have befriended me.
I’ve always held that my best friends are those with whom I have shared singletrack. There is something mystical about riding that forges bonds, bromances and what have yous. For the past three years I have had the opportunity to go riding with many students at Dixie State College as part of the Mooseknuckler Cycling Alliance outreach program. I get eight rides to show the ropes of riding dirty. I hope I do it justice.
There are students that I enjoy, students I don’t remember, those that linger in my mind like bad socks and those that become friends. The above picture is of a Norwegian student that came through my class, taking it multiple times and whose company I always enjoyed. Not because he was the best rider. Not because he thought like me. Rather because he always had something to say that made me think. He was an outside opinion. I got to ride one last time with Erlend over the Xmas break and as always enjoyed it.
He is off to greener pastures and the Alliance wishes him the best of luck…
Speaking of pastures and the things that tend to lay within them, we had our third Alley Cat this past Friday. Fortunately, the only people to show were more interested in racing to the bar to have a drink than doing any actual racing. So we headed to Jazzy’s by the straightest path and never looked back. I have saved the course for this month’s race, unless the same friends show up and we just want a beer.
Speaking of this month and its inaugural sense, we had the second installation of the Mooseknuckler Cycling Alliance’s No Dabs Gooseberry Contest type ordeal. The contestants were few but came ready to rock. Prattipus, Shelby, Kevin Foote, the Berg and I headed up the South Rim to try our luck against one of the hardest trails in the area. We all faired quite well. I must admit it gave me pride to listen to the Berg counting hers and trying her best not to dab. She did well.
In the series, Prattipus and I find ourselves tied at two dabs each.
The Photo Evidences.
In mentioning photo evidences, Shelby has some good ones over on his blog as well. Check it out.
The weather has been pretty much on the amazing side for the past couple of weeks. If you haven’t been riding you should be ashamed.
Sometimes I get bored.
s the day that we have assigned to be our changing over of time, has come and gone many things have lingered through the hazy halls of my mind. In the spaces in between, if you will. Without torturing you with all the inner workings of that maze, let me just say that I am thankful for the people I have met, have ridden with and those who have befriended me.
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