bad brad

I would call this progress.  The gap still exists.  It measures in at 1 inch on the right side and 3/4 inch on the left.  There is still no sign of any growth in it… but whatever.  It’s a gap and I like it.  It’s stylish. It’s me.  I cant wait till it turns into a fad and everyone else wishes they could grow a gap.  HA, that would be funny.  Until then I’m just gonna keep rocking the long hair on top to hide it.  My hair is getting long though… I haven’t cut it since I last shaved it in February.  It looks horrid unless I wear I hat.  So I’ve been wearing lots of hats.
       Ummm, I’m still rocking the dirt lip.  Can’t avaoid it and I’m not shaving it.  Maybe by ‘cross season it will look legit.  Speakining of ‘cross, I opened a new checking account and am calling it my “cyclocross account.”  Money goes into it weekly and will soon be spent on registration fees, gas, and bike maintainance.  Oh boy, that will be money well spent. 

Cha Ching.  Listen to Mates of State.  They’re good.  They’re different.

Could there be a beer review coming live from JH tomorrow night?  Who knows…. Maybe you’ll be there….

Im sick of weather.  Looks like rain most of the week. 

I would like to be back in school now.  I like school.  I need a change from summer.  I need new trails.  I need new roads.  I need to see my old friends (non bikers and the providence bike gang). 

Im ready for cross.  But im not in shape for it.  Who cares?  The beer still tastes the same and the suffering alike. 

cahh cahh poo poo. 

Im listening to Paul Simon right now.  You should too.  Why? because Art blows and Simon rules. So click here.

I need to get my hands on more money.  If you have any money you would like to get rid of let me know. 

Ok, its time for supper… or dinner… whatever you call it. 

bye.

Imagine if an earth quake happened right under a soda company….

The soda would probably burst out of its containers and fill up the plant.  Workers would be flooded and forced to try and swim in all of the soda.  But they probably wouldn’t be able to swim because of all of the CO2 in the soda… they would just sink to the bottom.  Their only chance of surviving would be to drink all the soda.  Wow.  That would be crazy. 

 

 

By special request (yes I am taking requests now… if you buy/supply me with the beer I will review it…) I am reviewing Ommegang’s Three Philosophers thanks to Waffle.  Thank you Waffle.

 

Wow.  So I went to visit the 1^st Philosopher.   Honestly, it felt as if I had seen two philosophers.  Two for the price of one!  Sweeet!!  The first philosopher was great to me and made me want to meet up with the other two.   So there I went.  I said goodbye to the 1^st and moved onto the second.  The visit with the 2^nd philosopher went by quick.  Almost too quick but he too treated me well.  The third philosopher… I’m still in a meeting with him.  He’s taking his time with me.

 

Seriously though, this stuff is good (good is what we want).  It smells rich.  It drinks smooth.  It tastes great.  And it kicks… and those kicks are as fast as lightning. 

 

Wow… I really want an apple right now.

 

Waffle, here is the deal.  Next time you head over to NY you’re gonna bring not just Leah, but also me and Natalie.  I need a case of this stuff.  It’s not even funny. 

Chances are that if you have a blog and are on MRC … you read this.  Chances are that if you have a blog and are on MRC… you are dominating the teams forum.  Schweeeet! 

Now just imagine if Coley had a blog… holy shizz I guarantee that he would have an insane amount of posts. 

Rich, I’m coming after you!  40 more posts…

… was pretty sweet.  I worked my way down to the Logsjo to spectate and cheer for the crit.  I dont really feel like writing tons so I will leave you with some vids i took…

insane

Coley Jaming to the Clash

Blahhhhhhhhh.

The feed zone is brutal.  I hate feeders.  Half the feeders out there don’t know how to feed.  There is a white line on the ground… it’s simple… DON’T CROSS IT.  Once someone crosses it everyone else crosses it and then eventually the feeders are blocking the riders from racing down the road. 

Know who the worst feeders are?  Mom’s and Dad’s.  They suck.  They do the whole cross the white line thingy and also brutally yell at their kids to go faster when they are freaking foaming at the mouth.  WTF, parents are nuts. 

Cort is wicked easy to feed to.

Dan quit, then I forced him to finish, then he gave me the bird.

Steve peed his pants.

Coley really does know everyone.

English muffin pizzas rule (I just ate 6)

Why did 6 eat 7? Because 7 8 9!

Samantha, meet Blogosphere.  Blogosphere, meet Samantha. 

Went out for a ride today.  It was wet.  Not muddy.  Just wet.  Tomorrow it will be muddy.  But it wasn’t today.  Why was it wet?  Because a freaking huge storm decided to blow over my house and through the woods which I sand surf in.  Tons of water fell from the sky and this resulted with lots of puddles.  Puddles are not muddy.  They are wet. 

Tomorrow the puddles will become less wet and more muddy.  That will be a fun ride. 

It’s great having some sweet riding right behind your house:

I can ride for about an hour and a half with out double backing.  It’s pretty sweet.  Like nectar.