This is the Golden “K”nuckle’s Jack Hearne. Kevin’s father had this custom built for himself as a punk teenager and has finally handed it down as the family heirloom. Just don’t tell Kevin that you don’t like it cuz he’ll probably kill you.
December 2007
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Tue 18 Dec 2007
It happened. A few minutes ago, FCC Chairman Kevin Martin and his two fellow GOP commissioners approved new rules that will unleash a flood of media consolidation across America. The rules will further consolidate local media markets — taking away independent voices in cities already woefully short on local news and investigative journalism.
In 2003, the FCC tried to do the same thing, but millions of people demanded that Congress reject the FCC’s rules. And they did. It’s time to do it again.
We need 100,000 people to get Congress to reverse the FCC’s rules right now. (more…)
Tue 18 Dec 2007
Well, I guess I should write about the weekend but I really don’t want to. Ever since school got out I’ve turned into a lazy piece of shit.
I rode Saturday. We, Kathleen and myself, went to Church Rock and did the cherry stem loop in the morning. Lily was wore out before we even got to the trail head from flirting with Chaco, so we ended up waiting quite a bit for her. Plus she hasn’t been out much and is a bit over weight right now. We then grabbed a bite to eat and headed over to the Barrel Ride to finish off the day. Mr. Pratt made me ride the Knolly. So I pedaled the heavy, boingy, geared bike up the endless uphill of the Barrel Ride. I guess I got a really good work out. And we went down the wash and did the new lines that have been built recently. That’s all the riding I did. (more…)
Fri 14 Dec 2007
It’s a winter wonderland out their folks. It’s been snowing all night and doesn’t look to be letting up any time soon. Yes, that means we finally have a little skiff of snow on the ground and I don’t feel as stupid calling this the Polar North.
So, today I get to drive my four-wheeled coffin to SG. She’s packed and waiting out front for the six o’clock chime. I’ll be off like a dirty shirt, unless of course it’s a hippy’s dirty shirt and then the analogy doesn’t work so well, but hey it is what it is.
Thu 13 Dec 2007
It’s a mate morning, for certain. I crawled out of bed at the bright hour of 9. Then I proceeded to stumble around the house with the intention of cleaning something, I don’t really remember. I think the problem is I don’t have anything to do now that school is out so I just sleep all the time. It’s nice but I’m starting to get bed sores.
And I’m kind of getting depressed, I think it’s all the anti-Lukas sentiment that is occurring in the German district of Logan but I’m not sure. I better drink some mate or this post could go sour real quick. (more…)
Tue 11 Dec 2007
I rode the Feline Races Saturday on my new KHS Flite 100 and I’ve been riding it ever since with a big dorky smile on my face. Now having been a wrench since 1995, there aren’t many things that get me excited, but this bike has done it. I spend more time riding circles around the shop and practicing my track stands than actually working, just don’t tell Keller. I feel like a teenager with a new girlfriend who I just can’t keep my hands off of. I guess all those women I dated were right, I do love my bikes more than them. (more…)
Mon 10 Dec 2007
Saturday night we had the 2nd Mooseknuckler Cup. Cole Gibbons’ name is now permanently written on the cup. Cole races for the USU Cycling team. Ben Abbot did not show up to defend his thrown and lost out.
Cole, from what I hear I never saw him on the course, was off the front pretty quick. I think the exact words were, “He was hauling ass.” I didn’t note the order of people arriving this time around so I can’t tell you exactly who took what place. We did have a lot more people on fixies this time around. There were only three people on coasties compared to two people on fixies and everyone else on coasties last time.
The route consisted of two laps and three objectives. The alley cats had to touch the east (more…)