Saturday, December 25, 2010

Bike Shed Picking Up The Pace

John Pace stopped by to swap out parts from his Titus full suspension to his new 9er 29er hard tail. Nobody rides FS anymore. Why waste the energy?

John wrenches while I pack the fridge. Payment for shop use is always in advance.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Rick Hunter Builds Frames...look him up!

I however put the ass in assembly and the dick in ridickules.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Vail Colorado Is Not Safe

click the link
Erzinger gets plea deal in Edwards hit-and-run

Unless of course you have a fancy schmancy job watching after very rich peoples money.
How is it that your job comes into play when "Blind Justice" is being weighed.
The scale tilts in the favor for those of wealth and influence once again with increasing frequency.

Saturday, December 11, 2010


Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Monday, September 20, 2010

8 Months To Happy, Years Still To Heal

Two wheel psychology
Prescription for alcohol
Keeping close to the closest
Remove head from hands
Others need to be held
Occasional tear maintains a soul
Forgiveness heals a broken heart

Saturday, September 11, 2010

San Diego Let Down or Where Nothing is Real

Face it, San Diego is where the desert meets the ocean. Everything else is planted, paved and built. Explaining it to East Coasters is easy, Norfolk Virginia on a hill side.
The airport (in the center of town) and the US Navy occupy all the best real estate and the rest is a web of interstate, freeways and cars. 3 million people driving everywhere they go, no mass transit to speak of really and if you want to ride a bike you're more than likely to get RTFO'ed
(Run The Fuck Over.)
This is not to say there aren't beautiful places to see or hang out around.

Bob Hope has nice tits.

Monday, August 23, 2010

New Wheel, A Little Shipping Damage, Easy Fix

Can you even see it? This rim came with a little ding near the valve stem, a very nice set of wheels. Send it back or just fix it?

Perfection is an opinion, an unattainable human obsession. I put so much into trying to reach a level of perfect in my work and in my bike builds. But I think of a story about Islamic rug weavers that intentionally weave a patch of dissimilar pattern into an other wise perfect rug in the belief that man is not to reach perfection.

Now, I know you can't see it.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Nothing To See Here

The dog days of summer have come early this year to Richmond. This town is known for its heat but mostly the river that runs in the middle of everything brings humidity that makes being out side like being inside...a terrarium. I made one out of a giant pickle jar when I was a kid and had a jungle growing in it. Now my back yard is just like it only no beautiful ferns instead mostly poison ivy. It's being handled though.

Fifty bucks each and they don't mind the heat. They've already put a big dent in the 3/4's of an acre of over grown property we own. But they're here illegally. No papers or work documents. Live stock living in the city. As far as "The Man" is concerned they're rented. Hell of some workers these two but I'm not paying their FICA taxes.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Friday, July 2, 2010

Flying A Different Flag For The 4th "O" July

Uruguay plays Guana today to move on in the World Cup and I'm hoping this flag will be flying through to the Final Game and victory for my adopted Country.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Monday, May 31, 2010

You Don't Win A War By Dieing For Your Country, You Win It By Making The Other Son Of A Bitch Die For His Country

What if that Son of a Bitch has no Country but rather is willing to die , and kill everyone, for his god?
"I read the Koran every God damn night."
Troops Home Now!

Friday, April 30, 2010

Spill Baby Spill

The oil companies strangle hold on the world. Hands so deep in the pockets of US politicians they can jerk them off. So you don't want Big Government? Well then this is what you get instead. Big Oil, Big Banks, Big Factory Farms, Big Cars, Big Insurance, Big Fuck You America.

Thursday, April 22, 2010


89% white 1% black 100% uninformed

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Enough With The Assholes Already

Seems like forever since there's been anything about riding on this here blog but the winds of regular have blown in my door, grabbed me by the sack, dragged me out into the front yard, slapped a frame across my face and convinced me it's time to get the fuck on with it. Time to ride and run and lift and show my skillz with the hammer and nail.
There's a couple of Newbies I'm looking forward to schooling on the MTB until they can both drop me on the trail. And one special young man that when he quits smoking, starts running and is ready to climb in the hurt locker with me will have his introduction to my little world of suffering right here on this blog. He's got a lot of big challenges ahead of him over the next year but all of them for the betterment of his health and family. Keep the focus John, it's all so worth it.
The new me is about to meet the old me and the mix promises to be the creation of an enlightened douche-bag. This blog will now contain words on inspiration and dick jokes. Lots and lots of dick jokes.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

SXSW again with the great unknown

You should go see her.

Saturday, March 20, 2010


When in Austin if you're hungy for a loud slice this is where to get it.

Thursday, March 18, 2010


Beans on Toast, should have been better but sucked it on stage at the Prague bar on 4th and Colonial. Mostly the stage/bar setup but the performance was VERY lower case and only about 4 songs with the big finish, an embarising Anglo Saxon rap. White girls cannot beat box...sad.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Well This One Got Away From Me

I still think the ad was funny as hell but damn if it didn't piss off the builder. Who would of thought Bike Snob could have caught so much shit for my idiocy? I figured I'd get a few laughs and give some exposure to the stolen bike and that would be it. I tried to make the ad obviously fake without losing comic caricature but quite a few people just didn't get it.
I'm not sorry about the attempt but do wish Antbikemike would have seen the humor in it but the way events unfolded I can see how he had missed the point.

Friday, February 26, 2010


Holi, the yearly festival celebrating the return of color to the world, will start on Sunday Feb 28, 2010 and continue for 2 days until Monday March 1st. Holi is celebrated on the Phalgun Purnima (or Pooranmashi, Full Moon) according to the Hindu Calendar. Holi is a festival of radiance (teja) in the universe. The celebrations officially usher in spring, the celebrated season of love.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Not Lint

but for a period of time coinciding with Lent. It just seems like a good time to do this. I've been going through a shit storm of in's and out's, up's and down's, with family and friends. I did the big blow out of drinking a few days after the loss where at one point I found myself at 3am having a meaningful conversation with no one else in the room. Believe me it was healthy and part of the process for me. I've also met with my doctor so we could plan a recovery from a cycling injury that had me baffled. I've started running again along with strength training; something I loved to do in the past but set aside to ride for almost 10 years. I coming out of this strong, stronger, strongest and with a plan and a purpose.

This, at this time, seems right. Lent starts at midnight Wednesday so tomorrow I'm heading over to my buddy's house. We've know each other for over 15 years, we talked tonight and he invited me...almost challenged me, to have a few drinks then hang it up for 40 days. Yep, that's perfect timing, something to help me focus even more.

But until 12am Wednesday...I'm going to show my tits then after I'm going for the Catholic booze, red meat or sodomy until some time in April. Two of the three should be no problem.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

'79-The Missing Link Between Hippie and Punk Rocker

Rock Against Racism was held in DC and advertised in the Yipster Times; The Clash played it that summer.
This publication was later used at my trial where I was convicted of assault and battery after I and my accomplice Terry Baker pied a fascist high school vice principal.
I was tried as an adult because...well, I was 20. But my record was wiped clean after I pulled a weekend in a Virginia county lockup where I started a hunger strike protesting sour apples used in the pie Aunt Bee sent to my cell block. That old bitch was mean as hell and couldn't cook for shit and I wanted the world to know. But the revolt was squashed when the riot squad took away everyones library cards.
True story...mostly"

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

NYC don't make it, you take it!

1980's Punk scene wasn't like anything ever seen before. It had been almost 20 years since Rock music took the stage and had gone from revolutionary to melodic, poetic and pathetic. It had become a watered down mind numbing commercialised Pop radio soup fed to listeners in between commercials that were as repetitive in their rotation as the music itself. Disco had also reared it's ugly head and the polyester jumpsuit wearing slick dicks were lining up at the local dance clubs to Hustle the night away.
Then out of no where, or England, came a new revolution of pissed off go fuck yourself mayhem music. It was basic, loud for no reason other than to just be loud and a battle ground where the war against mediocrity was being fought.
As with any fight worth fighting casualties were taken, friends and loved ones lost. Ground was gained given back and won again only to have succumbed to the temptations of commercial success another 20 year later.
Where will the new line in the sand be drawn?

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

gutter punk drunk

Early 80's Punk band "Pee Boner"
Bassist Scott Price and Lead Guitarist Terry Baker broke into the New York Punk scene with the huge commercial hit, "Mornings I Can't Go Until She Cums."
Followed by the not so successful "Sit When We Pee." Where abouts of this duo is unknown.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Good By January

I have always been at odds with this month. My birthday is in January but not being a cold weather fan and it being the beginning of Winter's depth I find myself less active and waiting for time to pass. But this January has been a month of unimaginable tragedy and enlightenment.

The loss of my brother, sister in law and niece reduced my life to it's basic need. To find comfort in family and friends, to work through pain and sorrow, to rebuild who I am, find what is truly important and to never let time just pass.

The enlightenment I have found can only be described as an Energy Epiphany where I felt the strength of my Brother Jon and learned what to focus on.

The easiest way to explain this is to say that I did not find god but found the power that is in us all, a collective energy that connects every living thing. Don't worry though, I'm not running off to join a cult because this feeling is an individual awakening and can only be realized by looking deep within yourself and how you relate to this existence.

Something else I've come to realize is that there are cowards that live among us and will occasionally cross paths with the righteous and being the dregs of society that they are will not leave us out of their lives but instead include us in the misery they have created for themselves. The one that has crossed my family's path will now have to deal with the consequence of his actions. But our family is strong and our resolve to come out of this has made us stronger. We are a family with many friends that will help us deal with this psychopath. He has taken something dear from us and I am prepared to take everything away from him. It will not be swift but it will be total.

Now life is slowly returning to what it should be and will once again be filled with the happiness I get from it. Soon Spring will warm the earth and the rebirth of my soul will be complete, Life truly springs eternal.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

my sister in-law's words tell our story

hearts filled with grief
a family stands
no mater comes what man
evil has shown its ugly face
for no matter the wicked how hard they hit
with love we can conquer it

Saturday, January 16, 2010

A Big Fuck You in Their Time of Need

Pat Robertson has proven once again that...Jesus Isn't White But The Devil Is!

Monday, January 11, 2010

mid-air chill

levitations where its at__cat

Sunday, January 10, 2010


DJ Williams Projekt at The National After Party

Got in upstairs to the party and not knowing anyone it was a bit awkward what with there not being any booze or a kraft services table. typical scene with mostly friends of the band, hangers on (me) a few girls and several beautiful women. It quickly became boring and I started shooting pool on the empty table. Just randomly spread the balls around and after a few misses I dropped 6 balls and was actually on my way to running the table. I don't shoot pool...ever, but for some reason I was hot. I was lining up for the next ball each time and working it like a pro. As I was about to drop the seventh ball a beautiful British woman of African descent approached wanting to cut in and "have a go."
Alright...1) No alcohol so my powers of charm against her were weakened and 2) I was about to run the table and she totally iced me. At first I thought she was trying to hustle me because she saw me drop 6 balls in a row. I even asked her if she was going to pull a Paul Newman on me but it became obvious quickly that she had know idea what I was talking about. Then when I said she had just 'iced' me she looked at me like when you whistle at a puppy and they turn their head from side to side. So I said "like during a football game and the other team calls a time out just as the kicker is trying for a field goal." As soon as it came out of my mouth I knew that was lost in translation so I said "how about I keep shooting until I miss then it's your turn" and bet her a dollar I'd make the next shot. She agreed, I missed and it got ugly from there.
She was not really interested in shooting pool and I don't know if I was being hit on but I painfully missed shot after shot finally scratching on the last ball. She asked me mine and told me her name but I will only remember her as the girl that shut down my 12 ball run and had the nerve to collect the dollar.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Yeah, I Was Punk Once

Like 30 years ago today.