I was surprised to learn that I had been written in for city council this morning. I don´t think I will get anymore than just the one vote, but still probably the closest I´ll ever come to being an elected official. I guess I´ll have to settle for being a self-appointed official on everything I see fit on giving my oppion on. I think everyone, except Ronald Reagan, will be happy at the end of the day when education vouchers are put where they should be, in the dumpster.

We Mooseknucklers hit up the now overly ridden and utterly boring trail, Green Canyon last night. I sware if I have to ride that trail one more time I’m going to… Luckily “Kill the Turkey Day and Celebrate Genocide of Native Brown People” is coming up shortly and if everything goes the way I hope I will be riding for a few days down south. This trip I hope to be able to ride every single trail in SG and surrounding area so get ready boys we are going on some death marches.

Last night we ran into my competitors on the trail, first time we’ve ever seen them and the first time anyone else has been riding at night. It’s funny and stupid how bike shop people get when they are around other shop’s people. Ego’s were a flaming, lucky for us the Mooseknuckler Alliance prides itself on not being a racing organization so we continued to just ride for fun and we stayed right with ‘em. I’m not aware of any crashes or suicides attempts that may or may not have ocurred while riding last night, but if there were I’m sure I’ll be berated for them in the comments section. It has become my responisibility to make sure I report exactly what happened to every rider during the entire ride, unfortunately I rarely know the full truth.

Well, I’m sure we’ll be riding again tonight or tomorrow or sometime soon this same trail so I’ll write the same thing up again so you can read about it and say damn Lukas is a broken record. To add to that theme, I’ve picked up Pablo Neruda again, damn I love his stuff.

Peace. Love. and Revolution.