Man, sometimes I really miss the Charlottesville cycling scene. Fortunately, Cat 3 ally P-Hen just sent me a friendly reminder of the good old days via USPS: some kit from Team Extreme/CRC Racing (i.e. Crashing). I feel so ALIVE now!
How I went to work today. Unfortunately, I took myself out walking in the front door.
Ian, the Bizza, and Sheff were out at Buddhist a couple weeks ago when I was visiting VA. It was great to hang out at the old joints and see the latest in fake ID technology. Over pitchers, it became painfully clear that the female population, like here in CA, is overcome with passion for the tiny handbag. What the hell?
Ayers prefers that Fendi shizzle
A new phrase was coined that night that shall forever ring true (especially here in the Silicon Valley, you bag of goddamned dorks):
"The tiny purse is the female equivalent of a man wearing a cellphone on his belt"
No exceptions. Ever.
In fact, stop strapping shit to yourself or your bike. If it doesn't fit in whatever pockets you have, leave it at home or hire a sherpa.
An invitation to get your assed whipped.
Sheff is flying home to VA again. This time, I mean business.
Tomorrow the transformation will be complete (and fortunately has nothing to do with White Snake). Christoph has just left for racing in Bermuda, and I will arrive in Charlottesville Wednesday night to take over his role as Chief Boot Knocka in the 434. I am coming into town for a long weekend of moving the rest of my junk out to California, riding, drinking and more weddings!
Christoph has been awesome enough to loan me the use of his Stabbin Cabin for the week. It is a totally sweet old-ass stone house on a huge farm right beside UVA. I think there are dead people in the basement from the 1700's, but nothing in life is free, right?
It's taking some serious work to pass for Christoph while I sub for him this week. I dropped 15 pounds thanks to:
and filled in the rest with:
I'm Whirly-Locks, bitch!
Seriously though, Ian and I will be out Wed-Sat nights looking for trouble. If you is in town, be giving the call. Bicycle riding tenatively scheduled for Thursday morning and Saturday morning (UVA graveyard ride). Bring tha noise.
Dr. Octagon plays Satellite Ballroom Thursday night: Sheff is there. Beats will flow.
How I went to work today. Unfortunately, I took myself out walking in the front door.
Ayers prefers that Fendi shizzle
