Tomorrow will hold place to the first combination of Climbers and Cyclists ever in SG. This little get together is being promoted by the DMBTA to help forge an Alliance with a group that shares many of our same concerns for land access and protection.
The weather is looking pretty nasty right now, but looks to break this evening leaving us with blue skies and 67 degree weather.
Be there!
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Ever since middle school I have had a reoccurring dream. It consists of me walking up the ramp in the hall of Dixie Middle School. I am fully clothed, my face is in tact. In fact, the only thing that makes this dream stand out is everyone else is going down the ramp. There is a sea of people going the opposite direction while I desperately try to go against the flow, much like a spawning salmon. Everyone in the dream is happy and moving the direction that seems to make sense, but for some reason I know I don’t want to go where they are headed.
I fell in love with my current wife, not that first one that was a disaster, for a lot of reasons but there were two that were huge.
First and for most, she did not have a problem with my signature hair style that was a Krishna tail and bald head. I know she didn’t have a problem with it because that was the look I was rocking when I met her. Now she is forced to deal with my overzealous beard. Second, I quickly learned that she didn’t care too much about what everyone else was doing and kind of just did what made sense to her. This was appealing to me because it’s the way I have tried to live my life, living by my rules. Continue reading
I love the National Geographic. For the past, oh I don’t know, years my dear mother has given me a subscription for Xmas. Of all the things I’ve received over the years, this subscription is by far my favorite gift. Nothing else gives me the ability to learn about such a wide range of topics and contains top notch literature and photography. All these things have been my passion for quite some time.
This month’s issue arrived at the same time as my Dirt Rag. As is not my custom, I read the bike mag first. Mostly to see if they had improved their game, which they had. Despite a few typographical errors, they are at least at an acceptable level at this point.
When I got around to reading the Nati I quickly found the content to be, as always, stimulating. One of my newly revived passions is climbing, and they rocked that one out of the park by covering the final ascent needed for the first woman mountaineer to climb all 8,000 meter peaks without oxygen. It was a kick ass story. And then I hit the story about the Titanic.
I am intrigued by the story of this ship. The flamboyant expectations of the design of the ship and the absolute failure in reality of those designs reminds me of how flawed we humans are. I have to laugh. Much in the same way I laugh at most natural disasters. I’m cynical by nature.
James Cameron, the dude that filmed the move, The Titanic wrote a story for the magazine detailing his exploits exploring the wreckage with his robots amongst other shit. Interesting? absolutely (not so much his story as the whole coverage of the wreck).
I bring this up only because of what that film signifies for me. Continue reading
He's just a little guy.
What has become known as the Mooseknuckler Cycling Alliance Community Outreach Program occurred this past Tuesday. For those of you unaware of the program, it consists of me getting paid to ride my bike while college students follow me around on the “beginner” trails in SG. This Tuesday’s trail was Stucki Springs via the Navajo Drive trailhead. We saw the little guy to the left on our first pitstop heading up the Microloop wash. He is the smallest tortoise I have personally seen having a shell that was about 2″ across.
This is where you now go, “Ah, so cute!” If this were that type of blog and the people reading it weren’t a bunch of cynical bastards. Most of you are probably now questioning why I would post the picture and state where it was taken. I have my reasons. But as usual, I am completely off subject. Continue reading
This Sunday was obviously April Fools. I say obviously because the weather was a joke. You know God, he’s a prankster. How else do you explain the Platypus or Glen Beck?
We awoke to a little sunshine with clouds surrounding us. I dropped Prattipus a line to find out what the plan was for the day. He replied that it was raining at his house and they were kind of waiting to see what the weather did. I continued to get ready. About the time that I was prepared to go, it started to rain. I quickly rushed the bikes back into the shed and closed up the Mooseknuckler-mobile. As I was walking into the house, Pratt called to say it had stopped raining at his house and they were hitting the road with a direction toward the Creek that is Little.
I turned around and dragged the steeds back out of their corral and loaded the kids as it was pouring, spritzing and pouring. At this point the clouds that were threatening to siege Washington had closed in and the party was getting rowdy. We boarded our transport and headed to Adventure’s First Stop to refill with dead dinosaurs. Continue reading
I met Scarf, aka John Scarafiotti, about a year ago. Since that fateful day, he has become a constant fixture at Mooseknuckler events and has frequented the Lounge (it’s capitalized cuz it’s important). It has been determined that he is a good egg. Unfortunately, he missed last night’s Alley Cat.
I don’t tell you this because he missed the race, rather I would want to inform you about a theory of his that he shared with me one day not so long ago. You see, Scarf, just like the rest of us, likes to imbibe. And he’s pretty good at it. But again, that isn’t the point. I guess this is the point where I finally get to the point which is the following point. John explained to me his theory/philosophy on the Alcoholic’s Moment of Zen (my name for it, not his). Continue reading
It’s that time of the month, again. The Mooseknuckler Cup will happen tonight. Meet at the Main Street Carousel at 8pm. Tonight’s race is all about speed, no monkeys, purple unicorns or photo capturing devices needed.
After party will be at the Pratt-Chacon Residence.
Be there!
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For those of you who follow my mostest amazing Twitter account (that can be found to the right of the screen), already heard the news. There are rumors and actual photos of a pro racer’s bike that show that BMC is going to release an endurance road bike. When I read the news I almost dropped my coffee (for future reference any time you read coffee on this website you must use a Bostonian accent in your head because that’s the way I wrote it).
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If you can read that last line, it says there is an incomplete web page. Holy shit, so I jumped on over that way so I could continue my amazing coverage of this breaking news. Guess what I found… Continue reading →