I got my new singlespeed two days ago. Yes it is faster than I will ever be, stiffer than the dickens, and black. You should all know by now that I like stealthy looking bikes. Now that I have a track bike, I am desperately searching for people who are dumb enough to do ally cat races. It seems fitting for a bike like mine, in a city as slow as mine, and for some one as cool as me. I now know that gears are only an overcompensation for something that is small and we all hope isn’t.

I went down to Deer Valley on Sunday to ride with my brother in arms, Bryce. We did the chairlift thing. It was fun, different but fun. I have a Glory on order which totally contradicts my first paragraph. I hope you can understand that I am a walking paradox.

Peace.