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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.
I would kill to go back and see D. Boon bouncing around the stage.
ya dig? I do.
It was bound to happen at one point over the summer.
http://www.specialized.com/bc/SBCBkModel.jsp?spid=33590
Its mine! All MINE!! Should be here beginning of next week! Can’t wait!!
Thanks Gear Works!
All right kids… nothing special tonight. No new beers… just had some Shipyard while doing some yard work though…
Last night I had a funky dream though. I jumped out of a plane without a parachute. However, I was fortunate enough to have a PBR. So as I was plummeting to the ground I was joyfully drinking my beer. Once it was finished… I put my thumbs into the can, held it over my head, took a huge breath, and released all the air into the can. The PBR can then expanded into a enormous canopy which slowly lowered me to the ground.
It was awesome. I want more dreams like that. Drink PBR this week… you never know when you may need it’s magical powers which it possesses.
Eh, rain all day. Looking forward to it though because if it was nice out… I’d feel guilty about not riding today. Not riding huh? Yea… well it’s Father’s Day. Later I’m going from house to house to house all day to visit basically every father ever. On top of that though, I had a nice little high speed run-in with a tree during yesterdays ride. The freaking thing came out of nowhere! This fast flowy single track all of a sudden has a tight chicane with a tree in the middle. A combination of me having way too much speed and being too awesome led to the tree pushing me to the ground and getting pinned beneath my bike.
It took me about 3 min to figure out how to get back up… my bike was on top of me, I still had a foot clipped in, my bars were all turned in weird ways, my head was lower than my feet… It was a pain. I have a minor sprained wrist… which is hurting much more today than yesterday… and I think I bruised my hip… because it hurts like hell when I move it.
But despite crashing on that turn I picked myself up soft pedaled back up the trainl a hundred yards… and went bombing down that trail again so that I could hit that same corner just as fast as I planned to the first time. Success .
http://edition.cnn.com/2008/SPORT/06/11/boonen.apology/?iref=mpstoryview
ya druggie. It’s not even the good kind either. Shoulda gone with the EPO… it makes ya faster. Cocaine just makes your nose bleed.
Are you feeling like a rabbit lately? Need a drink which is will make you hop around a bit more? Well if you answered yes to both those questions I would suggest grabbing yourself a case of Woodstock Inn Pemi Pale Ale. According to their site… this is a “pale ale for hop heads.” Sweeet. I like hops. You should too. So you should try this beer.
They also feature their “drunk fish” on the lable. Below is my imitation of the fish.
looks like I spilled a bit….
There is a great story to how I have stumbled across this beer. I’ve actually had a few of these laying around in the fridge for a bit. Back when I was still at school… I went out for a ride at Lincoln Woods and got a nice even coating of mud over my legs. After the ride, I ventured over to the packy to pick up a little somthin’ somthin’. Of course, I didn’t bring a change of clothes and had to go into the store covered in mud and rocking my sweet spandex. Super manly… real men wear spandex.
Annnnywayy, as soon as I entered I was greeted by an angel. She said to me “Would you like to have a sample of our beer?”
“Ummm, yessss. You are the greatest person ever,” I replied.
“Why thank you. We have this, this, this, this, and this one is wicked hoppy.”
“Oh yea?? How hoppy?” I questioned.
“How high can you jump?” she asked.
“Wicked high”
“Well, let’s just say it’s ‘wicked’ hoppy.”
The rest was history. After having a few oz of this juicy juice I was sold.
Ok I have to go watch Lost from abc.com. Holy crap that show is weird. And they have all the episodes online… so you should watch it too if you haven’t started yet. I’m addicted.
Or should I say ‘failure?’
For a month… a whole month… I left my face untouched by a razor. I had hopes and dreams of looking like a badass manly lumberjack. Truth be told, I kind of did. My meard (remember ‘man’ + ‘beard’ = meard) was growing in well but at the same time… It looked horrible. It was inconsistent. Where? The upper lip.
I couldn’t grow a mustache if I tried. My father and grandfather have one! Its Not FAIR! I want a golden goose now! After a month of growth it still looked as if it went under the knife the other day. Because of that… my meard has failed. I couldn’t rock the dirt lip anymore. I decided to take Big D’s advice: “get a razor blade this has gotta stop… dirt lip shave it off… dirt lip it’s gotta stop…”
I looked in the mirror for a while this morning while I contemplated how much I should take off. Should I leave nothing? Keep the Flava-Save-A? Leave the chops? Tons of options…
I ended up with this:
I think it works. My sister thinks I looked better with my meard. I left the burns mean and long. I also kept the chin. I like pulling on it.
For those of you who enjoyed the beard… It will be back. I need to have something which my snot can freeze to this fall.
Anyone out there ever use rogain? Does it work well? Could it solve my upper lip issue and also my gap?
