Saturday, January 29, 2011

Muck Bike


It has just finally become what it should always have been.

No telling how a thing is going to be without you giving it some time. Lay some years on it. Let it be active in your mind and under you. Like knowing anybody, you can count on knowing anything in the same ways. Understand each other's weaknesses, and never push there. Hurt together. Want better for each other.

Push away and come back.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Rapha tries to kill me.

There come a point when it were just the sound of yr bones grinding together. A song repeating in your head. Crunch of gravel. I can taste the last cig I smoked from 5 years ago.

They, that group ahead of us. One lagging a bit and then, head down pulling back in tight to the tail of it. All grey jackets. A bit of shine and dirt, and then a blur.

Top of the hill. man, what a slog. And they're having their bite. No laughing now. Tall one holds a hand up and says the sun's going down. Three fingers is a hour at most.

I grew up in the country and never heard such as that, but it makes sense. We measuring all things.
Call goes up and then down and down.

We try to hang on but the legs wont move. Hungry. out of water. Chattering. Pedal squares to a cross and look about. It would seem that left is the way back, recognizing this from hours before.

A little nervous for one's safety. Them hills are treacherous in the day and it's just dusking. Little ribbons of red out over the west. Maybe 40 degrees and falling.

We know to be better prepared than this, but it was a long night and morning gets away from us.

I don't have to tell you how it ends because I'm here telling.

Monday, January 17, 2011


Pink dinosaur rides homemade skateboard.


Doppelbock Freakout. Hops are dead.


If a Box Head slaps the shit out of you, you probably deserved it.


Monday, January 10, 2011

Barton Park

I'm getting fatter. Belgian beers, frites, Singapore chile crab, like, erryday.

My last race was the hell-pit of Barton. I hurt my knee, and may have permanently damaged my sawdust.

It was a game-changer for me for sure.


Photos by J. Bacon

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Monday, January 3, 2011


These are an exact sequence about 3 minutes before Cal went outside, stepped in dogshit, and spilled gasoline all over his coat (don't ask).




Happy Birthday, Tiger Boys.