I’ve decided to manufacture cod pieces. I really can’t figure out why they went out of style but with an alliance dedicated to mooseknucklers I think it is fitting.

We finally got our t-shirts. They are very cool as those who actually read this already know because all three of you already bought one. If I get out of this lazy stage I’ll post the graphics and stuff, but until then… If you want one, drop me a line, lukas at mooseknuckleralliance.org, or stop by and see us at the shop. They are 15 bones if you pick them up and 20 if you want them shipped somewhere. The Alliance used an ally to get this done check ‘em out, they are crazy.

I took this weekend off everything, except work. I didn’t write, ride or do anything. My little sis was down from Logan and we hung out a bunch. 

Today was my happy day for the year, I am now on the down slope to thirty, which means absolutley nothing to me. Moving back to S.G. really brought this home for me. People who are my age are old, I am not. I still where the same size pants, ride my bike all the time and basically do whatever it is that I want to. What that means in real life terms is that I have weathered eight years since graduating from high school and I haven’t sold out to the lack of a dream that is the ‘Merican Dream. You take it for what it’s worth, right?

Unrelated news, it always catches me off guard when I tell someone that Veronica and I are getting a divorce and they get depressed and say they are sorry. At first I really didn’t understand at all. I think most people view love in a way that when it ends you lament that it is over. I guess I see it as an opportunity to ride the train I’m on, enjoy every minute of it, but when it’s over you don’t regret the end but rather savor the memory of the time that you had. I see the last five years of my life as a dream. I was able to do alot of things that would have been impossible had I been with someone else. We had some great times together, had some shitty ones, but all in all we lived the dream. Yeah, it hurts that it is over, but I’m just glad I had a chance to ride it while it lasted.

Prozac and I rode the Barrel Ride after work today. For a freeride trail it sure has a lot of climbing. I would guestimate it at about 90% climbing and 10% descending. Not what you would expect from a freeride trail, but damn it’s still fun. When we got back to the car there was a guy who was your typical newcomer to our sport. He was wearing basketball shorts and had lots of questions for, as he said, “hardcore riders.” I like to see these people. They are always so damn excited because they feel like they found the awesomest (yes, I am a wordsmith) thing in the world.

While I was taking my after-ride bath, I picked up Bicycling and read a few pages. There was an article about the Biketown project. The project is somewhat of an essay contest with 40 people win bikes based on a survey of what they would do with them. The interesting thing is the change those 40 people who are completely new to the sport noticed. Every single participant, according to the article, noticed both physical and mental health benefits. I’ve always said that the bicycle could change the world. I guess I was right.

Well, that was a mumbo jumbo of different stuff. I hope you enjoyed.

Life goes on. Ride it on a bike.