Let’s get this off the ground with a little mariachi music played by the band The Bronx.
“With 4 different lovers and 48 roses, I need a confessional that never closes.”
It’s only been a full two weeks since I posted anything up here. I guess when you work a little over 60 hours in one week, you don’t have much time to do anything else. Let’s just say that I’m glad T-bone and Baby Face are back from SBCU. And now that they are back, we can resume our regularly scheduled programming bull shit.
If it’s not currently Goose season, I don’t know when it will be. The weather has been SG, which of course stands for Super Great. This past Sunday, all of us sinners convened upon the Goose to hopefully atone for our sins without having to leave the blood sacrifice. Prattipus gave us all a wonderful a sermon and then skipped out on Sunday School. But hey, at least we rode.
I must confess that the squishy bike has made many trips to the Goose in the last couple of months. After a whole summer of never moving, the Enduro and I are currently best of friends.
I cannot confirm or deny, but mostly deny, the fact that church will be held on Little Creek this Sunday.
Speaking of Sundays, a couple of weeks ago Mooseknuckler Ally Double D was in town with his newly acquired singlespeed bicycle. We didn’t go riding on Sunday, it was Tuesday, but we did go riding. We loaded the bikes onto his jeep and headed to the Santa Clara River Reserve. Double D, being known for jumping off of big things mostly, had never enjoyed the deliciousness of this section of SG singletrack. I felt honored to give him the tour.
We started out expecting a quick jaunt, but after knocking out the Barrel Roll the Rim Jobs were calling my name something fierce and without further adieu we were pedaling our way over to continue our feast.
Absolutely kick ass times.
As you may or may not remember, I know my memory is starting to fail. Once the other day, I couldn’t remember where I was going or why. So I just sat down and had a beer. Wait. What was I talking about…
Double D was one of three finishers of Slotoja. I bring this up for two reasons. 1. Thanks to Slotoja, I have been wrangled into racing at the 25 Hours of Frog Hollow, once again. Every time I do one of these stupid races I remember that riding bikes is fun, racing isn’t. And B. Cyclocross.
1. Last time I did this race I ended up looking like a fairy, literally.
Roller Coaster Kim can make some pretty kick ass costumes.
I also swore I would never do it again, yet here I am telling you all that I will in deed be setting up shop at the race and attempting to do a few laps in between drinking beer and freezing my ass off. Speaking of the former, if you happen to be at the race stop by and have a beer with the Alliance and enjoy our camp fire. At least hanging out with bike folks is fun even if pedaling at high rates of speed in the middle of the night isn’t.
B. Cyclocross season is upon us. If SG was in a cooler clime, such as the northern section of this state, we would be enjoying the racing of these bikes already. And while getting rad on Cross bikes is pretty fun, I want to be able to stand on the sidelines of a race and heckle the rest of you while you turn your guts inside out for 30 minutes. That sounds like fun to me.
GroPromotions has promised me that there will be races this season in SG. Now I need all of you to keep the pressure up so Cim doesn’t back out and we can all enjoy some cross racing.
For those of you who don’t know, it looks like this, only in repetition.
Oops, that’s not racing.
Let’s try this again.
World’s Hardest Cyclocross Race from Geoff Waugh on Vimeo.
Yup, that was the one. If that doesn’t make you want to get on your bike and torture yourself, I don’t know what will.
Now as this confessional is nearing closing time, let me inform you all that we will be doing a night ride tonight around 7:30. If you are interested, hit up the Facebook page.
P. L. and R. Now let’s ride!