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August, 2009.joshiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15776025492185814582noreply@blogger.comBlogger665125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-10537724374207350082010-07-20T23:59:00.001-04:002010-07-20T23:59:00.349-04:00WE'RE MOVING!!!We've outgrown this shanty called Blogger and are moving to a spacious new tenement in East Mogadishu: <a href="http://www.hawleycompany.net/blog/">http://www.hawleycompany.net/blog/</a> Update your bookmarks accordingly. That address is, once again... <a href="http://www.hawleycompany.net/blog/">http://www.hawleycompany.net/blog/</a>The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-43460639377535985532010-07-20T13:53:00.006-04:002010-07-20T14:18:06.259-04:00K-Edge Chain Catchers ETA: 'Bout a week<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TEXi8ptoEUI/AAAAAAAAGrw/TqxhMJn3Lk4/s1600/tourdefrancia09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TEXi8ptoEUI/AAAAAAAAGrw/TqxhMJn3Lk4/s400/tourdefrancia09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496048451892810050" border="0" /></a>To quote our Georgia outside sales rep, Morgan Fluhrer: Campagnolo = Stage Win... SRAM Red = Dropped Chain. Oof, you gotta feel for poor Andy Schleck. What a time for a mechanical which in turn forced him to risk life and limb on a somewhat precarious descent as he made a futile attempt to catch the Contador group. Perhaps if he had invested in the <a href="http://www.acecosportgroup.com/shop/k-edge-chain-catchers/road.html">K-Edge chain catcher</a>, he would still be in yellow, instead of the white "Best-est young Webelo riders" jersey, seething with rage like a young Annakin Skywaker right before he massacred all those Tusken Raiders after his mother died. Ugh, Tusken Raiders. Why does everything in life come back to them, but I digress. Now poor, emaciated, brotherless Andy Schleck will be forced to attack on Thursday's stage since his time trialing prowess isn't as good as Contador's. What does this mean? Well, judging by his previous mechanical history, catastrophic stem and handlebar failure on the first descent followed by some sort of chain and seatstay disintegration on the Col Du Tormalet, capped off by a drunken, nude Tusken Raider dance party in the Saxo Bank bus. They <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">always</span> nude-boogie-dance in single file, to hide their numbers. <a href="http://www.acecosportgroup.com/shop/k-edge-chain-catchers/cyclocross.html">K-Edge</a> purchaser Patrick's fruit bat ears have perked up at the mention of nude Tusken Raider dance parties, so as diversion, here are some of the chain keepers that shall be here in the warehouse next week.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TEXjvGF4DdI/AAAAAAAAGr4/1z_Ia0HVIMo/s1600/K-Edge+Road+BO_1712_300dpi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TEXjvGF4DdI/AAAAAAAAGr4/1z_Ia0HVIMo/s400/K-Edge+Road+BO_1712_300dpi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496049318504173010" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TEXj7XcPsWI/AAAAAAAAGsA/dnnUX_ybUPI/s1600/K-Edge+Road+on+bike_1737_72dpi_360px.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TEXj7XcPsWI/AAAAAAAAGsA/dnnUX_ybUPI/s400/K-Edge+Road+on+bike_1737_72dpi_360px.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496049529319829858" border="0" /></a>And, the single ring cyclocross version....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TEXmXsn-rVI/AAAAAAAAGsI/9iqTY5pwP_4/s1600/K-edge+cross+version.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TEXmXsn-rVI/AAAAAAAAGsI/9iqTY5pwP_4/s400/K-edge+cross+version.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496052215065783634" border="0" /></a>These come in Braze on and clamp flavors for both road and cyclocross options. Works with Sram, Shimano and Campagnolo. <a href="http://hawleyusa.com/thcStore/Catalog/ItemDetail.aspx?id=CHAN8402">CHAN8402</a>, <a href="http://hawleyusa.com/thcStore/Catalog/ItemDetail.aspx?id=CHAN8452">CHAN8452</a> and <a href="http://hawleyusa.com/thcStore/Catalog/ItemDetail.aspx?id=CHAN8456">CHAN8456</a> for those of you following along in your online catlog. Super-Fresh! These are machined and anodized in Idaho which is weird because nothing good has ever come out of Idaho, except Built To Spill, and they haven't put out a decent record since their split EP with Caustic Resin over a decade ago! Huzzah!The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-5829197710075591862010-07-19T15:04:00.009-04:002010-07-19T16:30:44.174-04:00Asheville, Land of Many Subarus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TES0Nv-t4RI/AAAAAAAAGrg/1qL1Td2h9uw/s1600/tourdefrancia05.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TES0Nv-t4RI/AAAAAAAAGrg/1qL1Td2h9uw/s400/tourdefrancia05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495715593609666834" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TESzK5ykm0I/AAAAAAAAGrI/iRh2TjnZf34/s1600/REI51.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TESzK5ykm0I/AAAAAAAAGrI/iRh2TjnZf34/s400/REI51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495714445191846722" border="0" /></a>If The Blog ever opens a used camping gear-outfitting store, it shall be called REI 51 and it shall outfit even the scraggliest of trustifarians and it shall be good and plentiful and the people shall cling to it like so many AT stickers on a Subaru and the drum circle shall rejoice. All seriousness aside, it was good to visit Asheville and see the sights and see former Hawley folk, one an indentured servant to a cycling industry vendor and one a former servant now plying her trade in the pedagogical realm. Some of the sights "seen" included a quick spin on Kitsuma and Star Gap as inclement weather rolling in truncated any further audacious riding plans. That's what you get for leaving the house at 11:30 instead of 7:30. Anyhoo, Kitsuma seemed to be in worse shape than last September but perhaps it was merely a figment of the imagination. Nay, the trail has eroded considerably in certain sections and has seen a tree or two down. However, it was still very enjoyable until I forgot the log ramp I approached was actually a mini-launch which I wasn't leaning back enough on and did a graceful endo into some assorted shrubbery. Heavens to murgatroid. That log should be quite the spectacle with 400 people rolling upon it at this Sunday's <a href="http://www.blueridgeadventures.net/oramm/">ORAMM</a>. Speaking of which, The Blog passed several riders during Saturday's foray. One would assume these folk were scouting the route, gaining invaluable knowledge of assorted climbs and local customs. The Blog decided to skip Curtis Creek because it is a most unpleasant climb and sometimes the most unpleasant climbs are best left un-reconnoitered until one is actually at its base staring up into its cloudy extremes like so <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KqEVYbPw9lI">m</a>any <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Zfwku9OgEM">Mickey Mouses and beanstalks</a>. If the weather stays hot, it could resemble an Antietam battlefield.... ON JUPITER!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TESzdWoMtrI/AAAAAAAAGrY/eIbMA2xJ4s4/s1600/JOSHPRAYS.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TESzdWoMtrI/AAAAAAAAGrY/eIbMA2xJ4s4/s400/JOSHPRAYS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495714762170611378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TESzEgHDHGI/AAAAAAAAGrA/7OPwV5N2Lio/s1600/endocation.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TESzEgHDHGI/AAAAAAAAGrA/7OPwV5N2Lio/s400/endocation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495714335219194978" border="0" /></a>On an interesting side-note, motoring up the scenic Old Highway 70, a woman was passed in a floral print dress in a somewhat old fashioned cut and running sneakers. I assumed she was out for a walk. As I rolled up to her, dinging my bell and waving, I could've sworn this woman was actually a man. Isn't that a mustache and beard or maybe it was the light? Has to be the light, right? In hindsight, the calves seemed a bit, well, largish and muscular for a woman? This shouldn't matter as everybody is free to wear whatever they want, but the incongruity of outfit and physique coupled with the aviator sunglasses creeped me out a bit. If the couple on big hit bikes riding with their dog also noticed the mystery walker and also read this blog, please leave your "take" on this in the comments section. Thanks.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TESzR87wmgI/AAAAAAAAGrQ/fuFLRVwSaBA/s1600/ridesights.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TESzR87wmgI/AAAAAAAAGrQ/fuFLRVwSaBA/s400/ridesights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495714566294772226" border="0" /></a>By the way, just noticed REI sponsors ORAMM. If Todd Branham is reading this, I'll give you first dibs at becoming a majority shareholder in REI 51. Skype me. Let's talk. This thing could be HUGE!!! Enron Huge!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TESy7VvtaeI/AAAAAAAAGq4/YjMPmYdYn3E/s1600/DIESEL.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TESy7VvtaeI/AAAAAAAAGq4/YjMPmYdYn3E/s400/DIESEL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495714177818126818" border="0" /></a>The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-84809341404795060322010-07-16T11:08:00.005-04:002010-07-16T11:50:40.397-04:00Just In Case You Forgot<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TEB9X5O9uKI/AAAAAAAAGqw/KDFENU_mRmk/s1600/Picture+3.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TEB9X5O9uKI/AAAAAAAAGqw/KDFENU_mRmk/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494529394846054562" border="0" /></a>This lovely <a href="http://www.somafab.com/bvista.html">Soma Mixte</a>, fully built, used in our Urban(e) catalog for 2010 is still up for sale. It goes by the name of DEMOBIKE112 for those of you following along in your online catalog. Loads of nice stuff like, uh, brakes, tires, bolts, imaginations, etc. Actually, it has a lovely Soma rack, Cardiff grips and Campy Super Record 11. If you're a dealer call in. If you're a "civilian", call your dealer and get in on this deal. If you're Darrell Laughlin, quit blocking my driveway with your repugnant Chevy Cavalier. It's gettin' towed dude, and then what'll you make your Wing Zone deliveries in? I know, A SOMA MIXTE!!!! Full circle people, full circle. Ugh, I have regressive humidity syndrome an it's only getting worse. Have a frank and productive weekend.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TEB7tAsrG1I/AAAAAAAAGqg/GMvzUs-iI9w/s1600/mixte1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TEB7tAsrG1I/AAAAAAAAGqg/GMvzUs-iI9w/s400/mixte1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494527558603709266" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TEB71iw1shI/AAAAAAAAGqo/r1VKpoWxaak/s1600/mixte2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TEB71iw1shI/AAAAAAAAGqo/r1VKpoWxaak/s400/mixte2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494527705186939410" border="0" /></a>The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-47568830218297568232010-07-15T13:26:00.007-04:002010-07-15T15:21:16.358-04:00Two For Flinching<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD9QNv7EdxI/AAAAAAAAGqQ/FNOoDDLNA-w/s1600/pic262256.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD9QNv7EdxI/AAAAAAAAGqQ/FNOoDDLNA-w/s400/pic262256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494198267548038930" border="0" /></a>This morning's ride into work hurt all over for some reason. Good lord, it was slow going, hence the "Slow Bicycle Race" board game above. I need to find that game and play it. Some sort of hyper-reality thing, like "I'm IN the GAME", but the game is the same thing every morning and is starting to get kinda boring but mildly life-threatening. Like if William Gibson <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">wrote</span> scripts for Double Dare? If William Gibson <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">replaced</span> Mark Summer and <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">HOSTED</span> Double Dare? But to continue on this commuting rant, I'm so tired of humidity. Is it this bad everywhere else? When commuters at other distributors like Q or BTI or SBS ride in, are they covered in water 7 minutes into their ride? Pretty sure I've developed some sort of bib-related jungle disease. If we open a distribution center in Arizona, please powers-that-be, let me run that mutha! In other important news, Former Vanderkitten Liz Hatch protects her melon (singular):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD9FWX2BVFI/AAAAAAAAGp4/qnRE2p8gJfI/s1600/128824707.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD9FWX2BVFI/AAAAAAAAGp4/qnRE2p8gJfI/s400/128824707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494186321075328082" border="0" /></a>Current Vanderkitten <a href="http://jennreither.blogspot.com/">Jen X</a> races her bicycle and snags a second! Huzzah Jen!<br />Current Hawley headset vendor and industry innovator <a href="http://www.canecreek.com/">Cane Creek</a> sends their love via a headset compatibility tool. It's called the Gary gauge and we hope it's named after their customer service goon <a href="http://www.canecreek.com/our-team?team_member=gary_m">Gary</a>. Gary is a pleasant fellow who lives, like a service droid, to serve you, the customer. Feel free to call Cane Creek and spout off all your headset related questions and remarks to the most patient listener this side of Dr. Jonathan Katz. This thing measures nugacity like nobody's business!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD9etkmYV9I/AAAAAAAAGqY/56esp3I-g54/s1600/Nugatmeasurer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD9etkmYV9I/AAAAAAAAGqY/56esp3I-g54/s400/Nugatmeasurer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494214207427074002" border="0" /></a>Former Hawley roughneck Marcie H. sends her regards via this sickeningly awesome display of American culinary hyperbole. The Double Down has entered its larval stage, ensconced itself within a cholesterol chrysalis and <a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/62/Cicada_molting_animated-2.gif">emerged</a> as a brilliantly colored imago of gastro-genocide. Yes, this, this feels... right. To quote the Notorious BIG, a thousand grams uncut, to tha gut!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD9N7kATBoI/AAAAAAAAGqI/IJzivYfPWe0/s1600/uncutsandwich.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD9N7kATBoI/AAAAAAAAGqI/IJzivYfPWe0/s400/uncutsandwich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494195756087838338" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD9NkDVg9TI/AAAAAAAAGqA/pYiFrqXgNnk/s1600/krispykremedoubledown.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD9NkDVg9TI/AAAAAAAAGqA/pYiFrqXgNnk/s400/krispykremedoubledown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494195352181470514" border="0" /></a>The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-89518379687531061032010-07-14T15:58:00.009-04:002010-07-14T16:24:54.880-04:00Menchov Demands Sacrifice!Thomas Voeckler Colnago C59 resplendent in the French colors...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD4bBlQMoZI/AAAAAAAAGog/XWS_veXJi4o/s1600/1279098207739-1w6u00pkfehns-798-75.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD4bBlQMoZI/AAAAAAAAGog/XWS_veXJi4o/s400/1279098207739-1w6u00pkfehns-798-75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493858309432451474" border="0" /></a>Happy Bastille Day gentle reader. In 1789, a bunch of plucky demonstrators brought "tha ruckus" (to borrow a period colloquialism) to a prison containing 7 prisoners, none of them the Marquis De Sade, and sent a portentous message to the French royalty. Fast forward thousands of years later to today's Tour De France! A Portuguese rider (Sergio Paulinho) wins the stage and a rubber legged Frenchman (Maxime Bouet) gets dropped from the escape group. Many a Jacobite are turning over in their graves (but not Robespierre as he despised sporting activities that didn't involve "terror" and "reigns") right about now. Nevertheless, the French have ridden a solid Tour and should be happy that their successes have obfuscated the failure of the French at this year's World Cup for at least a few more weeks. By the way, hopeless purchasing hack Patrick noticed <a href="http://velonews.competitor.com/2010/07/news/denis-menchov-the-tour-de-frances-silent-threat_128624">Velonews might be jumping on the Menchov train</a>. Silent threat indeed!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD4bROHQLZI/AAAAAAAAGow/ScElLocn72I/s1600/LURKFACTOR.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD4bROHQLZI/AAAAAAAAGow/ScElLocn72I/s400/LURKFACTOR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493858578098826642" border="0" /></a>Speaking of lurking, Hawley alumni and bon vivant Brandon Caskey directed Ole Bloggy to a bunch of pics of his beyond-ridiculous ascension of the <a href="http://www.supertopo.com/rock-climbing/Yosemite-Valley-Half-Dome-Regular-Northwest-Face">Half Dome Regular Northwest Face</a> in Yosemite. Huzzah and much respect to a man who still owes The Blog $12.57. We're not a climbing company but we occasionally deal with climb-servicing dealers and vendors and would like everybody to know that we have much admiration for the scaling of rock edifices and those who participate in these endeavors. That is all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD4bptZnHpI/AAAAAAAAGpI/GHS2obL6Qjw/s1600/800px-Yosemite2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD4bptZnHpI/AAAAAAAAGpI/GHS2obL6Qjw/s400/800px-Yosemite2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493858998814187154" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD4bejhvUDI/AAAAAAAAGpA/P72MoD_4nBY/s1600/34202_1485899638422_1561857534_31162398_224383_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD4bejhvUDI/AAAAAAAAGpA/P72MoD_4nBY/s400/34202_1485899638422_1561857534_31162398_224383_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493858807185362994" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD4bZbEuBxI/AAAAAAAAGo4/XX4VDXK0Mpo/s1600/34202_1485899558420_1561857534_31162396_3509636_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD4bZbEuBxI/AAAAAAAAGo4/XX4VDXK0Mpo/s400/34202_1485899558420_1561857534_31162396_3509636_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493858719016814354" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD4b2HoHmhI/AAAAAAAAGpQ/vzyztM2q0BA/s1600/35277_1485898958405_1561857534_31162394_1336370_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD4b2HoHmhI/AAAAAAAAGpQ/vzyztM2q0BA/s400/35277_1485898958405_1561857534_31162394_1336370_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493859212012788242" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD4bIfkjCgI/AAAAAAAAGoo/Mda2sionjC0/s1600/34242_1485895958330_1561857534_31162371_3889186_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TD4bIfkjCgI/AAAAAAAAGoo/Mda2sionjC0/s400/34242_1485895958330_1561857534_31162371_3889186_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493858428166277634" border="0" /></a>The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-17413025041582960492010-07-13T16:35:00.006-04:002010-07-13T17:29:49.873-04:00Menchov in 4th!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDzTd83WsXI/AAAAAAAAGoQ/Dv_cGP6fPOo/s1600/bettiniphoto_0056649_1_full_600.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDzTd83WsXI/AAAAAAAAGoQ/Dv_cGP6fPOo/s400/bettiniphoto_0056649_1_full_600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493498156993130866" border="0" /></a>His "lurk factor" is at 7... and rising. Biding his time, and then, like the deadly sandworm, bursting forth in a cataclysm of spice hungry obliteration to win a deserved third place. In other news, Teenwolf has given up on life in general and decided to outfit his retro Orbea with corresponding retro components. After 278 dollars on Ebay, he is now the proud owner of this crime against humanity...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDzQBymz4II/AAAAAAAAGoA/nPLHUdY9MxM/s1600/zeus1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDzQBymz4II/AAAAAAAAGoA/nPLHUdY9MxM/s400/zeus1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493494374668165250" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDzQh7BT2lI/AAAAAAAAGoI/mxYQBx2HA5w/s1600/zeus2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDzQh7BT2lI/AAAAAAAAGoI/mxYQBx2HA5w/s400/zeus2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493494926682610258" border="0" /></a>(late edit: Michael Bronson also gave it a thumbs up. What's wrong with these people?)<br />Also, our local news outlet runs a helpful story to remind us that cyclists need to follow the rules of the road...<br /><a href="http://www.wistv.com/Global/story.asp?S=12798159">http://www.wistv.com/Global/story.asp?S=12798159</a>The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-39950480058896277452010-07-12T13:59:00.006-04:002010-07-12T14:46:12.616-04:00Gettin' Crazy With The Cheez Whiz: Mench Off!(Nicholas Roche, non-replicant version)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDtdSs0VdcI/AAAAAAAAGno/jnLAvPbsj8M/s1600/Picture+1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDtdSs0VdcI/AAAAAAAAGno/jnLAvPbsj8M/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493086746358150594" border="0" /></a>Watching the Tour Sunday, I couldn't help notice Nicholas Roche's pain face up the final climb of the day. After a cursory search there was nary a photo to be found, but it was pretty crazy looking. His mouth was stuck in this frozen "Oh" shape, like he was trapped in a state of perpetual terror all the way up the climb, however his eyes looked like they were half shut, as if he was falling asleep. His head was bobbing up and down but also had this funky side to side motion. His knees appeared to be knocking on the top tube, beating a rhthymic overture to his impending funeral dirge. It was pretty awesome. He was shattered. It made me feel good as I sat on the couch eating a bowl of Reece's Pieces ice cream at 10:50 AM. Couldn't find a good pic of his pain face, but the one above shows him earlier in the climb on the verge of super-barfing over his handlebars. Anybody got any Roche clips they'd be willing to share? I thought homeboy was transforming into more of a sprinter, not a climber? Anyway, chapeau! In addition to this non-climber, I noticed some bona fide climbers suffering a bit more than you would expect. Bradley Wiggins got dropped like a sack of doorknobs. I shall miss his tall socks. It was hot and the pace Astana set at the start seemed high, but perhaps with all the doping "heat" on Armstrong, the GC riders are laying off "the good stuff" to be on the safe side? There's no telling but here is a fascinating article in the NY Times about climbing times and power output being a tell-tale sign of doping. <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/07/11/sports/cycling/11climb.html?pagewanted=2&_r=3&src=me">BOOYAH!</a><br /><br />(Bradley Wiggins riding the Tour equivalent of appropriately tall socks on his way to a lackluster finish)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDteK3WcsjI/AAAAAAAAGnw/dgo8RN50LkQ/s1600/Picture+2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDteK3WcsjI/AAAAAAAAGnw/dgo8RN50LkQ/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493087711258260018" border="0" /></a>In other news, The Blog's incomprehensible pick of Denis Menchov for the Tour overall is still hanging by a thread. A very tenuous, Damocles-ian thread, but a thread all the same. "Ole Hungry Boy Slim" (not his nickname, but one he should have and therefore, will now be given) finished ten seconds behind in the Contador-Evans-Leipheimer-Basso group. As he tackled the final climb, Eurosport's David Harmon used the word "lurking" to describe Menchov's position. I thought it was appropriately menacing and underscored Menchov's overall creepiness factor in addition to his ride for the day. Was he riding up a mountain or was he living within the crawlspace of an orphanage scaring children? The guy has a permanent thousand yard stare. I'll stick with Menchov until the bitter end as the Armstrong rats jump ship and swim over to whoever looks like a winner at the moment. Schleckstrong? If Denis wins the overall, here is the chest tattoo that I shall get minutes after the podium ceremony:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDtfYjT7djI/AAAAAAAAGn4/OfKE9ui15gQ/s1600/menchov.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDtfYjT7djI/AAAAAAAAGn4/OfKE9ui15gQ/s400/menchov.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493089045908780594" border="0" /></a>Apparently, cyclists seem to attract "The Crazy" more than other demographs. Here are two salient and somewhat provocative articles...<br /><a href="http://www.bicycling.com/news/advocacy/when-cop-says-stop">Bicycle "Rashomon"</a><br /><a href="http://www.cyclelicio.us/2010/st-louis-area-county-bike-ban-proposal/">Ban, Baby Ban</a><br />And just in case you missed it or were lying dormant in your muscle re-generating synthochamber as millions of nano-robots rebuilt your innards like so many replicants, here's a chance to win free spot at Leadville 100. A brief moment of your time could earn you a painful day in the saddle and a caffeinated beverage with Dave Weins...<br /><a href="http://www.trails2000.org/">http://www.trails2000.org/</a><br /><br />(Late edit, thanks Paolo: Wiggins finished 1:45 behind, Roche was at 2:18)The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-50401849800660496292010-07-09T13:59:00.001-04:002010-07-09T13:59:41.030-04:00Barredo Vs. CostaTour de France slap fight, to the <a href="http://nos.nl/video/170885-tour-vechtpartij-na-de-finish.html">exxxxxxxtreme</a>The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-76768947532281754382010-07-09T11:29:00.003-04:002010-07-09T11:43:56.649-04:00Turn Tricks, Not TricksFlatlanders are a strange if not somewhat misunderstood bunch but don't let that stop you from watching their "crazy antics". Here's a short bit of Richard Aguayo messing around, taking a load off so to speak. Nothin' fancy, just some flatlanding to wind down the day...<br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4PemXm6deUk&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4PemXm6deUk&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="620" height="365"></embed></object><br /><br />Fixed freestyle isn't really my cup of tea either, but those crazy kids with their rock and roll records and their long hair (I said trim those sideburns Mattingly!) and their acid washed jeans and their British Knights and their plucky resolve have definitely taken their riding to strange, new, dizzying heights. Taylor's "swingset to saddle" remount is pretty epic and sets the tone for the gnarfest to follow. Have a frank and productive weekend. Please riding your bicycles for much of the pleasure. Thankings.<br /><object width="400" height="225"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13168382&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13168382&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/13168382">Old Flip Cam Scraps</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user2221062">Taylor Dwight</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-50452130049463511892010-07-08T15:30:00.007-04:002010-07-08T15:54:32.361-04:00Hydraulicaholicism<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>With the advent of the cellular telephone, I'm sure there were some rotary dial, land line loving holdouts, but as with all people suspicious of technology, they are usually dealt with in a swift and brutal fashion. Contemporize maaaaan. Quit livin' in the past! So after deciding to hop in a time machine and go back a handful of years ago in my mountain biking life, the trigger was finally pulled on a set of Avid <a href="http://www.sram.com/en/avid/hydraulicdiscbrakes/elixirr.php">Elixir R</a> hydraulic brakes (<a href="http://hawleyusa.com/THCSTORE/Catalog/Items.aspx?catid=18&sub=Disc+Brakes+Hydraulic&manu=Avid">BKST20852 & 20853</a>) to replace the current setup of Avid BB7s. From what I'd read and seen in print these seemed like the most bang for the tiny amount of buck (think wallet opening and a cartoonish moth fluttering out). Piston size is halfway between a Juicy and a Code. Integrated reservoir. Less initial power and deep stroke modulation. Tool free reach adjust. Adjustable banjo. What do these things mean? Are they important? Sounds like gibberish fed through an electrified nonsense machine. We'll find out this weekend as the hot weather means fast and somewhat freaky, hot trail action. These come in a 185 and 203mm rotor, but for the sake of congruity, 160mm went on both front and rear. These are pre-bled and relatively hassle free. This means catastrophic brake failure is imminent. Just has to be.<br /><br />Pre-bled goodness!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDYn55XD8OI/AAAAAAAAGnY/CBHiJ6eRekU/s1600/IMG_3286.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDYn55XD8OI/AAAAAAAAGnY/CBHiJ6eRekU/s400/IMG_3286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491620671228473570" border="0" /></a>Post-bled goodness!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDYn9SfYt9I/AAAAAAAAGng/1LPdtH-9R5o/s1600/blood.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDYn9SfYt9I/AAAAAAAAGng/1LPdtH-9R5o/s400/blood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491620729513883602" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDYn21sv3kI/AAAAAAAAGnQ/fwZFaeTXY9c/s1600/IMG_3288.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDYn21sv3kI/AAAAAAAAGnQ/fwZFaeTXY9c/s400/IMG_3288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491620618706083394" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDYnzERSJhI/AAAAAAAAGnI/gg7u9kEp1lU/s1600/IMG_3290.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDYnzERSJhI/AAAAAAAAGnI/gg7u9kEp1lU/s400/IMG_3290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491620553897944594" border="0" /></a>In drunken Australian vendor news, we're bringing in a whole mess of <a href="http://www.knog.com.au/">Knog</a> locks for later in the year. They come in all sorts of weird colors and shapes but the names are fairly <a href="http://blog.knog.com.au/">straightforward</a>: Ringmaster, Fisticuff, Kabana, Party Frank and Kranksy. This is merely subterfuge to show you some clever bit of marketing from Canada that doesn't mock our health care system, for once.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDYnmhhambI/AAAAAAAAGnA/nVJD-ymiWlI/s1600/KongLineUp.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDYnmhhambI/AAAAAAAAGnA/nVJD-ymiWlI/s400/KongLineUp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491620338411936178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDYnhoxozEI/AAAAAAAAGm4/LhJq5HHTBNo/s1600/Smart-Lock1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDYnhoxozEI/AAAAAAAAGm4/LhJq5HHTBNo/s400/Smart-Lock1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491620254459677762" border="0" /></a>The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-48489075842017099692010-07-07T13:10:00.007-04:002010-07-07T14:13:01.817-04:00Midweek YawwwwnyFrank Schleck, and what's left of his collarbone. Crucial!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDTCz9-DNFI/AAAAAAAAGmw/osT0Cepjdk4/s1600/x2_1db77a3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDTCz9-DNFI/AAAAAAAAGmw/osT0Cepjdk4/s400/x2_1db77a3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491228043735413842" border="0" /></a>Yesterday's ride into work and subsequent ride home featured not one, not two, but three trains! The last train was on the cusp of the USC campus. I tried to get closer to the car in front of me but fear, fear of the unknown made me keep my distance. The stereo was blasting a Jodeci-styled R & B through treble-phonic speakers as the driver bounced up and down wildly, eating what appeared to be some sort of mega gyro or a small baby wrapped in swaddling pita.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDTCXKVYbUI/AAAAAAAAGmo/DTabhJxKkcw/s1600/train.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDTCXKVYbUI/AAAAAAAAGmo/DTabhJxKkcw/s400/train.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491227548838292802" border="0" /></a>I could smell it from 30 yards away. Anyhoo, while this sociopath relished his dinner and dancing, I began scouting alternate routes around the train. A quick jaunt through the Vista and I was on my way home, as the train, like all trains rumbling through Columbia, slowly ground to a halt. Since school is out, I've been trying to ride in to work more often, but because of lack of fitness or lack of Jodeci, or a combination of both, I have found my legs to be sore and somewhat tender, like lamb meat steaming inside a gyro. To alleviate this succulent pain, a pair of Craft compression socks (<a href="http://hawleyusa.com/thcStore/Catalog/ItemDetail.aspx?id=CLTH701633">CLTH701633</a>) were acquired with due expediency and subsequently adorned.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDS-9kFjS0I/AAAAAAAAGmY/b0T1EYLHlM8/s1600/compression+sock.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDS-9kFjS0I/AAAAAAAAGmY/b0T1EYLHlM8/s400/compression+sock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491223810539735874" border="0" /></a>When combined with my compression Yanni, they increase circulation by 30 percent and "savage beatings" by a whopping 9000 percent. I look forward to premiering this outfit at Bobby's Open, a delightful "motorcycle enthusiast" (Leather Daddy) watering hole in the heart of Springdale, where sartorial panache is eagerly awarded by the most concupiscent patrons! Huzzah!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDS-3AVW8gI/AAAAAAAAGmQ/0qCZLlG7AAk/s1600/compressionyanni.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDS-3AVW8gI/AAAAAAAAGmQ/0qCZLlG7AAk/s400/compressionyanni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491223697863143938" border="0" /></a>By the way, a few tidbits of cycling ephemera to shepherd you to the rightside of the weekly calendar:<br /><a href="http://mollycameron.com/2010/07/02/red-herring/">Molly Cameron gives his two cents about disc brakes being allowed on cross bikes...</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.podiumcafe.com/2010/7/7/1556482/tour-de-lance-by-bill-strickland">And FMK's insightful review of Bill Strickland's sycophantic love letter to Lance Armstrong...</a>The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-1005676392463236522010-07-06T14:28:00.008-04:002010-07-06T15:10:49.629-04:00Post-Fourth Ridesplosion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDN8uAr2aHI/AAAAAAAAGlg/HWkPrQeP2nc/s1600/hyperbolicolives.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDN8uAr2aHI/AAAAAAAAGlg/HWkPrQeP2nc/s400/hyperbolicolives.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490869500594514034" border="0" /></a>The Blog got his first taste of hyperbolically labeled olives the day after the Fourth of July. They were colassal in size and even bigger in country, fresh flavor. Adam got his first taste of downtown Columbia riding and Fort Jackson riding. Not sure how Adam felt about the ride but we're sure it was a nice change of pace from Lexington county kill-roads. He did a good job and didn't allow Josh's erratic pace to throw him off his game. Josh's erotic pace, that was a different story. I got my second taste of a sample kit from the kind folk at Sfatto. The Sfatto kit on a longer-ish ride was super-comfy. Never ridden in gripperless bibs but I liked it, a lot! The "medium" size leg length was a little on the shortish side, but all in all, a very nice product! Who knew?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDN-ssbVk4I/AAAAAAAAGmI/eoRMqm0bPks/s1600/adamnotfeelinggood.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDN-ssbVk4I/AAAAAAAAGmI/eoRMqm0bPks/s400/adamnotfeelinggood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490871676999930754" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDN-k1ztRdI/AAAAAAAAGmA/hy3HOWppm_s/s1600/fortjunk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDN-k1ztRdI/AAAAAAAAGmA/hy3HOWppm_s/s400/fortjunk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490871542079112658" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDN-gKvcu3I/AAAAAAAAGl4/qY5R5giz55M/s1600/adjosh.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDN-gKvcu3I/AAAAAAAAGl4/qY5R5giz55M/s400/adjosh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490871461799050098" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDN8_dlb82I/AAAAAAAAGlo/JpSy2iqMMgg/s1600/BRIDGE.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDN8_dlb82I/AAAAAAAAGlo/JpSy2iqMMgg/s400/BRIDGE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490869800410018658" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDN9J_NEYSI/AAAAAAAAGlw/yCSCQt13B4s/s1600/SFATTO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TDN9J_NEYSI/AAAAAAAAGlw/yCSCQt13B4s/s400/SFATTO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490869981233307938" border="0" /></a>The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-88263159872898078682010-07-02T11:42:00.006-04:002010-07-02T12:00:58.947-04:00Fireworks Vendors 1, Bloggy 0Saw this new Mexican eatery on the ride into work. Gotta love the mixed if not somewhat spooky message they're sending. After some Googling, this is a fairly prevalent name in the Mexican eatery universe. "The Hunters" Who knew?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TC4KwUS5TeI/AAAAAAAAGlQ/fksY4YY6f1g/s1600/100_1710.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TC4KwUS5TeI/AAAAAAAAGlQ/fksY4YY6f1g/s400/100_1710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489336821009173986" border="0" /></a>David <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Herlihy's</span> somewhat spooky message pertains to the intriguing story of Frank <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lenz</span> and his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">disappearance</span> during a cross continental bicycle journey in 1892. New York, San Francsico, Japan, China, India, Persia and then Turkey. Click on the portrait to listen. Good stuff! Have a frank and productive weekend. May you not loose any fingers to firecracker shenanigans. Remember: open palm makes you look like a chump, but a clenched fist leaves you a charred, blackened stump.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.onpointradio.org/2010/07/lost-cyclist"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TC4LpzsAUYI/AAAAAAAAGlY/e4IpqxCNvNU/s400/frank-lenz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489337808688533890" border="0" /></a>The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-73425763850873656212010-07-01T15:19:00.009-04:002010-07-01T15:30:44.785-04:00Thursday Afternoon RandomosityIt's Thursday and that means it's time to look at the charred remains of a Lamborghini in Brooklyn.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCzqXgEg-KI/AAAAAAAAGkI/YEkCm73gt-g/s1600/carbecque.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCzqXgEg-KI/AAAAAAAAGkI/YEkCm73gt-g/s400/carbecque.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489019735324555426" border="0" /></a>OK, that was freaking crazy. Something equally crazy, get a load of Big George's left calf muscle as he rides alongside Cadel Evans in Holland. What's going on there?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCzqgEAL6EI/AAAAAAAAGkQ/KQATNkZDmMk/s1600/123379079.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCzqgEAL6EI/AAAAAAAAGkQ/KQATNkZDmMk/s400/123379079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489019882409027650" border="0" /></a>And one final note of craziness, the new candy apple green <a href="http://www.somafab.com/juice29.html">Soma</a> Juices (<a href="http://hawleyusa.com/thcStore/Catalog/ItemDetail.aspx?id=FRAM3010">FRAM3010</a>) have finally arrived in stock. Heads were exploding all over the receiving the department, "Scanners"-style, as these frames were unpacked; Not from the super-loud green color but from weaponized telekinesis. It's not too late to eschew the Tour for the mountain and trail-ular pursuits. Seriously, we all know Denis Menchov is gonna win by like, an hour or whatever so there's no point in wasting precious trail time plopped in front of Versus. Huzzah!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCzrlbPUMOI/AAAAAAAAGlI/BR0ZCu0qlKQ/s1600/FRAM3012_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCzrlbPUMOI/AAAAAAAAGlI/BR0ZCu0qlKQ/s400/FRAM3012_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489021074057474274" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCzrfOOAJ3I/AAAAAAAAGk4/TMbiQ0w5Ig8/s1600/FRAM3012_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCzrfOOAJ3I/AAAAAAAAGk4/TMbiQ0w5Ig8/s400/FRAM3012_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489020967483090802" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCzriuGSXRI/AAAAAAAAGlA/XNqhtN2jll8/s1600/FRAM3012_3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCzriuGSXRI/AAAAAAAAGlA/XNqhtN2jll8/s400/FRAM3012_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489021027580271890" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCzrTV5qq4I/AAAAAAAAGkw/2hrn35xE4zU/s1600/FRAM3012_4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCzrTV5qq4I/AAAAAAAAGkw/2hrn35xE4zU/s400/FRAM3012_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489020763386850178" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCzrQ052vfI/AAAAAAAAGko/QApDoUrAjKw/s1600/FRAM3012_5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCzrQ052vfI/AAAAAAAAGko/QApDoUrAjKw/s400/FRAM3012_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489020720169532914" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCzrKNjoIdI/AAAAAAAAGkg/XMp7RWxLmC4/s1600/FRAM3012_6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCzrKNjoIdI/AAAAAAAAGkg/XMp7RWxLmC4/s400/FRAM3012_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489020606528102866" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCzrFBA6poI/AAAAAAAAGkY/vp3QvVnNwMc/s1600/FRAM3011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCzrFBA6poI/AAAAAAAAGkY/vp3QvVnNwMc/s400/FRAM3011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489020517261944450" border="0" /></a>(16 inch frame shown)The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-83724242273468858872010-06-30T13:45:00.006-04:002010-06-30T14:04:26.930-04:00"Ghost Dad" Makes "Umberto D" Look Like "Singin' In The Rain"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCuC-KrW0CI/AAAAAAAAGjw/ObkBpIAfhuc/s1600/91590029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCuC-KrW0CI/AAAAAAAAGjw/ObkBpIAfhuc/s400/91590029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488624575410786338" border="0" /></a>With the Tour De France fast approaching, we thought we'd share this bit of cycling ephemera from the Johan Bruyneel archives. Pictured in the center is a fautleroy'ed junior rider (Bruyneel) flanked by a motley assortment of characters who comprised his scheming "entourage". From left to right, in order of literary menace: The Manager, The Proud Father, The Estranged But Loving Grandfather, Bruyneel, The Coulda-Been-Somethin', The Hired Muscle, The Child-Minded Simpleton, The Goon and The Pariah. Technically, and this is going by written rules and not letting emotion cloud judgment, shouldn't the Goon be on the front page of The Satorialist? High wasted linen pants, lapel-less hunting jacket, cigar hanging suggestively from his mouth and thumbs inserted front pocketwise look offly Euro-Sartorialist to this eye. It's a weird photograph nonetheless. May it haunt your dreams for the next 4 weeks.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCuEYggJ4cI/AAAAAAAAGj4/fIetlKBc-zk/s1600/sad4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCuEYggJ4cI/AAAAAAAAGj4/fIetlKBc-zk/s400/sad4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488626127457608130" border="0" /></a>Speaking of haunting, even though purchaser Georgio has moved on to greener pastures, his purchasing memories haunt us like so many Caspers, Ghost Dads and Rich Uncle Skeletons. In a stroke of brilliance, Georgio brought in the always lovely <a href="http://www.cardiffltd.com/index.html">Cardiff</a> leather saddles to appeal to the cruiser/mixte crowd who find an SLR or Arione distasteful and the exorbitant price of a Brooks unsettling. These are one hundred percent leather saddles made for one hundred percent of your <a href="http://www.cardiffltd.com/saddles2.html">backside</a>. Just noticed, but The Blog is pretty sure the Cardiff logo and the Guild Of Calamitous Intent's logo look eerily similar. Note to self, need to purchase those Venture Brothers <a href="http://www.adultswimshop.com/cat/Finer-Things/The-Venture-Bros-Venture-Industries-Cuff-Links.html">cufflinks</a> before they're sold out. Buy a Cardiff while you're at it. That is all.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCuEomLYKvI/AAAAAAAAGkA/BtYknG51SUo/s1600/SD6511_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCuEomLYKvI/AAAAAAAAGkA/BtYknG51SUo/s400/SD6511_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488626403858983666" border="0" /></a><br />Not sold on "Ghost Dad", then check out the <a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/ghost_dad/">critical acclaim</a> you naysayer.The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-42832480240593057382010-06-29T15:36:00.005-04:002010-06-29T15:47:47.513-04:00Prediction: Predator #4 Plays Topher Grace's Vertebrae Like A Xylophone<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCpLuCS_VCI/AAAAAAAAGjY/PHr8Fh_YVHw/s1600/Predator_on_a_Penny_Farthing_by_gavwoodhouse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCpLuCS_VCI/AAAAAAAAGjY/PHr8Fh_YVHw/s400/Predator_on_a_Penny_Farthing_by_gavwoodhouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488282350166955042" border="0" /></a>If this image doesn't lift your spirits and brighten your day, then you're what we call, "on the ball". By the way, is anybody else nervously X-ing out the days on their calendar until the release of "Predators" in theaters, nationwide? Adrien Brody, Topher Grace, Laurence Fishburne, Abe Vigoda? I smell box office gold. Here's hoping there's a scene with the head honcho Predator sipping cognac in his sitting room with an oil painting of an armless Carl Weathers over his fireplace as he discusses the finer points of disembowelment with his predator grandchildren. July 9th gentle reader, July 9th....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCpLx1VJL4I/AAAAAAAAGjg/b3bBR4hVUgQ/s1600/Predato%27sfireplace+mantel+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCpLx1VJL4I/AAAAAAAAGjg/b3bBR4hVUgQ/s400/Predato%27sfireplace+mantel+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488282415405805442" border="0" /></a>If there was one lesson "Dynamite" magazine taught us, it was that children hate reading. But children like looking at goofy television celebrities, and thus "Dynamite" prepared an entire generation of future "People" and "US Weekly" subscribers. But what's venerable comedy juggernaut Jimmie Walker smiling about? Perhaps the resurrection of the sub-Saharan wasteland his career had dissolved into at last year's Gathering of the Juggalos where he shared precious stage time with Pauly Shore? Yes, but in addition to that rancid cherry on top of a dog turd sunday of a career, he's also super-pumped about the impending delivery of July's Masterlink to all of his favorite outside sales reps who'll be visiting their favorite independent bicycle dealers. Featured are all sorts of delightful DT Swiss bobbles and trinkets, the debut of the new <a href="http://www.clifbar.com/blog/detail/introducing_clif_crunch/">CLIF crunch bar</a>, Super freaking awesome deals on Craft clothing and the Pace Edge visor, named after former Hawley suspension troll, Jeremy Edge. "Ain't we lucky we got emmmmm...."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCpMIihU8BI/AAAAAAAAGjo/D0-v8FSOGEM/s1600/MASTERLINKjimmywalker.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCpMIihU8BI/AAAAAAAAGjo/D0-v8FSOGEM/s400/MASTERLINKjimmywalker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488282805493624850" border="0" /></a>(The average yearly subscription rate for "People" magazine is $105.47. Seriously)The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-76163819883674937252010-06-28T11:42:00.006-04:002010-06-28T14:25:34.857-04:00Handlebar Tape Disease: Ghana Area<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCjGwAXghYI/AAAAAAAAGjQ/d5nJMAVFaLU/s1600/gh-lgflag.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCjGwAXghYI/AAAAAAAAGjQ/d5nJMAVFaLU/s400/gh-lgflag.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487854673985570178" border="0" /></a>So for the past few months, I've been wracking my brain about what hood/handlebar tape combination to run on Jacques Lobster. Because <a href="http://www.grabthehudz.com/">HUDZ</a> carries pretty much the visible color spectrum and if you combine all the color options from Deda, Bike Ribbon, Cinelli, Sram, Eleven81, Singleworks, Zipp and Lizard Skins, any retina-searing set-up is possible. Since I've been on a dub/reggae listening kick for a while, reinforced with a healthy dose of Michal Veal's "Dub: Soundscapes...", I had a eureka moment: I shall outfit the Lobster in Rasta colors! Huzzah! So after selecting a yellow set of Hudz (<a href="http://hawleyusa.com/thcStore/Catalog/ItemDetail.aspx?id=BKPT11832">BKPT11832</a>) to fit my Campy shifters and some red Lizard Skins bartape (<a href="http://hawleyusa.com/thcStore/Catalog/ItemDetail.aspx?id=HDTP1603">HDTP1603</a>) it was time to step back and behold the glory that is "The Original Rockers Rosewood Sound System". Sadly, the Rasta wasn't working. It wasn't giving off the Black Ark vibe I was going for. It felt more like a Ronald McDonald meets Oscar The Grouch mash-up. Shell Oil meets Jolly Green Giant? Sales flunkie Jose predicted it would look like a hot dog, and I was on the verge of grudgingly accepting his prognostication, when I glanced up at the TV and saw the joyous hordes of Ghanaian futbol fans waving yellow, green and red flags after they dismantled the US. Eureka, for the second time! An out! An expedient reason to save face: Handlebar scheme was now "in honor of the Ghanaian world cup victory" instead of the Rasta bike/Original Rockers Rosewood Sound System. And yes, it is a most hideous color scheme indeed...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCjD4bu5UqI/AAAAAAAAGi4/XHTQqGGtONM/s1600/bartape.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCjD4bu5UqI/AAAAAAAAGi4/XHTQqGGtONM/s400/bartape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487851520235492002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCjDNCr_r3I/AAAAAAAAGiw/yvk9w3QwyOI/s1600/rocklobster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCjDNCr_r3I/AAAAAAAAGiw/yvk9w3QwyOI/s400/rocklobster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487850774778064754" border="0" /></a>By the way, this was the maiden voyage in my new <a href="http://www.toms.com/">Toms Shoes</a> kit, courtesy of <a href="http://teamtomsshoes.blogspot.com/">Team Toms Shoes</a> team director Adam "My Hawley Graphics Department Coworker" Abramowicz. Go buy some Toms espadrilles since it's for charity and Adam is a kind, old soul with a button nose and two eyes made of coal. That is all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCjEzxDJizI/AAAAAAAAGjA/012-SYYsjkI/s1600/100_1692.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCjEzxDJizI/AAAAAAAAGjA/012-SYYsjkI/s400/100_1692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487852539569867570" border="0" /></a>(Post script: It rained buckets on me yet the white bibs stayed opaque, keeping my nether regions obscured from the lecherous eyes of Shandon freakazoids)The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-4498220479290985802010-06-25T14:49:00.006-04:002010-06-25T15:12:20.252-04:00Friday Afternoon AdvertisementsIn honor of our new 2010 Urban(e) catalog, a CASIO! wristwatch commercial featuring Joey Krillz...<br /><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fFITcqU9icA&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fFITcqU9icA&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="385" width="640"></embed></object><br /><br />And on the Left Coast, Massan doing a spot for Taiwan junkride-maker Leader (?) Bikes. Why can't these kids wear helmets?!<br /><object height="225" width="400"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12751861&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12751861&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="225" width="400"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/12751861">Massan for Leader Bikes</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user4101794">Brandon Finks Video/Animation</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p><br /><br />Play 'em off Piano Jose...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://teamtomsshoes.blogspot.com/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCT94CwHcEI/AAAAAAAAGio/FUFm61vreg4/s400/josetomscap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486789385297293378" border="0" /></a><br />Psst, our good friend Rachael at Palmetto Cycling Coaliton wrote an excellent editorial for "The State" newspaper. <a href="http://www.thestate.com/2010/06/24/1347180/kefalos-roads-arent-just-for-cars.html?commentSort=TimeStampAscending&pageNum=1">A MUST READ!</a> (although the title is a little zzzzz, much like this blog post). Have a frank and productive weekend.<br /><br /><p></p>The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-29799532906586830112010-06-24T09:25:00.006-04:002010-06-24T09:52:02.767-04:00Commuting In Numbers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCNeNl2C-qI/AAAAAAAAGhw/xN5k0nUShGU/s1600/100_1678.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCNeNl2C-qI/AAAAAAAAGhw/xN5k0nUShGU/s400/100_1678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486332358657505954" border="0" /></a>First group commute in a while went off without a hitch. Adam, Josh and Ole Bloggy met at the intersection of Platt Springs and Emmanuel Church right down the road from the airport. Bloggy wanted a McDonald's breakfast burrito but the prospect of bib chili this early in the day kiboshed the idea. Adam and I agreed to make sure Josh pulled us up the Shirway climb. He was none the wiser...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCNeUwCkxjI/AAAAAAAAGh4/CsBmBtEzu2A/s1600/100_1680.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCNeUwCkxjI/AAAAAAAAGh4/CsBmBtEzu2A/s400/100_1680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486332481653491250" border="0" /></a>Big thanks to Chad Hoerner at <a href="http://www.fullspeedahead.com/">FSA</a> for the new commuting jersey. FSA makes a <a href="http://hawleyusa.com/THCSTORE/Catalog/ItemDetail.aspx?id=BKST102988">quality cantilever brake</a>! Jacques Lobster-approved. Sadly, the jersey sleeves were shorn of their elastic cuffs a la Caskey and Porter (Brandon and Tobe respectively). Not ready for the Dicky full sleeveless look but there is something to be said for the fluttery goodness in the summertime...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCNggeEFjxI/AAAAAAAAGiI/Rriq6IWhGeE/s1600/100_1671.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCNggeEFjxI/AAAAAAAAGiI/Rriq6IWhGeE/s400/100_1671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486334882009681682" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCNf39PWwAI/AAAAAAAAGiA/UmzKMis-8NY/s1600/100_1682.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCNf39PWwAI/AAAAAAAAGiA/UmzKMis-8NY/s400/100_1682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486334186003808258" border="0" /></a>The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-83806670750739629362010-06-23T16:12:00.009-04:002010-06-23T16:28:16.006-04:00Commuter Bike Of The Week, Profiles In Courage: Brian Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCJq-9tMj3I/AAAAAAAAGgo/HxMv2-nLIyE/s1600/appeasetheIT.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCJq-9tMj3I/AAAAAAAAGgo/HxMv2-nLIyE/s400/appeasetheIT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486064926039248754" border="0" /></a>In every kingdom, government, secret society or high school clique, there are figureheads or closely knit factions of influence, concentrated power and ferality that to hint at even the slightest of transgression can bring down the wrath of a Norse god apocalypse (see yesterday's post, ref: "Ragnarok"). Thus it is so with The Hawley Company's IT department, who at the drop of a misplaced bracket or backslash in a line of code could grind the wheels of bicycle part commerce to a screeching halt. In the spirit of detente, The Blog humbly beseeches our IT overlords for mercy. As a sign of goodwill, this week's commuter bike of the week belongs to IT goon B'Love! After a 90 minute berating from D-Rod yesterday, B'Love decided to quit the tender-footing and get serious about riding to work. 16 miles and 7 gallons of sweat later, B'Love made it to work in one piece this morning. Is this only the beginning of a possible bike commuter MVP performance for 2010 or a Pervis Ellison-styled flame out that will leave the historians shaking their heads. Only time will tell....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCJr9QLZtWI/AAAAAAAAGhg/lAzfXuZ_QeA/s1600/IMG_2950.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCJr9QLZtWI/AAAAAAAAGhg/lAzfXuZ_QeA/s400/IMG_2950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486065996149667170" border="0" /></a>A motley combination of <a href="http://hawleyusa.com/thcStore/Catalog/ItemDetail.aspx?id=LITE1306">Sigma Quadro</a> (new for 2010!) and <a href="http://hawleyusa.com/thcStore/Catalog/ItemDetail.aspx?id=LITE5349">Planet Bike</a> lights adorn the handlebar. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCJrz6GW1oI/AAAAAAAAGhY/-guLT-AKN5Y/s1600/IMG_2952.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCJrz6GW1oI/AAAAAAAAGhY/-guLT-AKN5Y/s400/IMG_2952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486065835604104834" border="0" /></a>The ubiquitous Shimano SPD pedals, the choice of all lawless commuters...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCJrv74ARbI/AAAAAAAAGhQ/CgPXk67T4S0/s1600/IMG_2953.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCJrv74ARbI/AAAAAAAAGhQ/CgPXk67T4S0/s400/IMG_2953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486065767361299890" border="0" /></a>GI saddlebag installed at a rakish angle compliments the Selle Italia and Planet Bike...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCJrpAHHp9I/AAAAAAAAGhI/2yXxHg0wlTw/s1600/IMG_2954.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCJrpAHHp9I/AAAAAAAAGhI/2yXxHg0wlTw/s400/IMG_2954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486065648239355858" border="0" /></a><a href="http://hawleyusa.com/thcStore/Catalog/ItemDetail.aspx?id=PUMP81521">GI Second Wind</a> pump and a 24 oz Polar bottle...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCJrjJVYMBI/AAAAAAAAGhA/5vqfTE3oi_s/s1600/IMG_2956.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCJrjJVYMBI/AAAAAAAAGhA/5vqfTE3oi_s/s400/IMG_2956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486065547635863570" border="0" /></a>The <a href="http://hawleyusa.com/thcStore/Catalog/ItemDetail.aspx?id=TIRE7146">Maxxis Detonator</a> training tire. Not bulletproof but more than adequate for the rigors of riding into work...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCJrepRxgeI/AAAAAAAAGg4/onV7c9VV7u0/s1600/IMG_2957.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCJrepRxgeI/AAAAAAAAGg4/onV7c9VV7u0/s400/IMG_2957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486065470311334370" border="0" /></a>17.77!!! Birth year of Italian sculptor Lorenzo Bartolini. Fresh!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCJrZhiUIHI/AAAAAAAAGgw/vo-Jmu1BSbU/s1600/IMG_2955.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCJrZhiUIHI/AAAAAAAAGgw/vo-Jmu1BSbU/s400/IMG_2955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486065382333882482" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCJuN_LH7NI/AAAAAAAAGho/zh55a8xPiMI/s1600/DSCN0714.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCJuN_LH7NI/AAAAAAAAGho/zh55a8xPiMI/s400/DSCN0714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486068482666130642" border="0" /></a>The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-67785414948703158122010-06-22T14:14:00.005-04:002010-06-22T14:30:05.141-04:00Subway: Come For The Food, Stay For The Mild IrritationHuzzah gentle reader! Tuesday has arrived like a swarm of locusts, sweeping into this week like a scourge, decimating within seconds what has perhaps taken a lifetime to create, taking what was once fertile and making fallow, what was once brimming with life, a hollow wasteland of endless shadows haunted by the grim specter of death! So did anybody else get stuck at the Subway off of Highway 6 this afternoon? Standing in line with coworker Joshie, my tummy already twisting itself into a food deprived pretzel, a woman, who must've parked her spaceship in the back as I didn't see it in the parking lot, was arguing over what amounted to a 90 cent overcharge on her Subway gift card. I looked at the other 12 people in line behind this nitwit and assumed we were all on the same page: Grab this "person", roll them up in a carpet, load "it" back into its spaceship and send it back to whatever galaxy it was from. Sadly, those mush-mouthed sad sacks didn't translate my raised eyebrow and subtle hand gestures for "Swarm! Swarm!" and we all stood in line as the Subway attendant and the slack-jawed extraterrestrial debated the merits of a currency based economy and whether we should all scrap it for Thunderdome-styled bartering. As I began composing various bawdy limericks to be chiseled upon my tombstone, as I knew I would die of old age in this Subway before the gift card discrepancy was resolved, reason reigned supreme and the 90 cents was added back to the gift card after a plucky sandwich maker was able to hack into the federal reserve's mainframe. Is there anything the movie "Sneakers" DIDN'T teach us about plucky resolve?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCD9qKTGuzI/AAAAAAAAGgQ/F5K9Pvti91w/s1600/subway-veggie-sandwich.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCD9qKTGuzI/AAAAAAAAGgQ/F5K9Pvti91w/s400/subway-veggie-sandwich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485663246898084658" border="0" /></a>Speaking of "people" with plucky resolves and an unhealthy distrust of unnecessary quotations, Purchasing dynamo/sluggard Patrick Augustine sent The Blog these awesome <a href="http://www.gq.com/fashion-shows/fullscreen/S2011MEN-MGBMEN/">velodrome-inspired fashion stylings</a> from GQ. The good news? Capes are the new black for 2010. The bad news? RAGNAROK!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCD_gDdsiNI/AAAAAAAAGgY/9NWmV0Y9p_0/s1600/fashionistas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCD_gDdsiNI/AAAAAAAAGgY/9NWmV0Y9p_0/s400/fashionistas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485665272288020690" border="0" /></a>By the way, just in case you've been living under a bridge, scaring small children like some common troll/Patrick Augustine, Hawley is the first distributor to get the new <a href="http://www.polarbottle.com/">Polar Bottle</a> designs for 2010. Originally named, The Barkley, The Jordan, The Bird, The Johnson, The Malone, The Drexler, The Ewing and The Pippen, Polar has since renamed them Rave, Manga Bear, Rose, Liquid Motion, Techno Tiles, Gizmo, Big Bear and Murray Schulman (AKA "Platinum") after their "Remember The 1992 USA Dream Team" campaign was scrapped for the "Let's Not Do Anything Outlandish" campaign, which should be EVERYBODY's campaign for 2010....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCD_xX7DQjI/AAAAAAAAGgg/uf72l6WShLk/s1600/POLARbottles.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TCD_xX7DQjI/AAAAAAAAGgg/uf72l6WShLk/s400/POLARbottles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485665569837630002" border="0" /></a>The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-30141281149873107932010-06-21T13:50:00.009-04:002010-06-21T14:20:51.102-04:00Give In To DeliciousnessMonday, this is Bojangle's Bacon, Egg and Cheese biscuit. You two behave yourselves...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TB-ofX9iNqI/AAAAAAAAGfY/6cYCiU55JGs/s1600/bizkit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TB-ofX9iNqI/AAAAAAAAGfY/6cYCiU55JGs/s400/bizkit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485288128122074786" border="0" /></a>Apparently this weekend, many folks were "racing" in "races" for valuable "prizes" and "parting gifts". Does my overuse of quotation marks intrigue you? Anger you? Confound you? Well then, my work here is done. Please read Hawley Company's co-favorite bike messenger Billy's <a href="http://whereonearthisbill.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-belgium-urban-assault-post-race.html">account</a> of his New Belgium Urban Assault experience and then read Hawley Company's other co-favorite bike messenger Dicky's <a href="http://teamdicky.blogspot.com/">account</a> for two irreconcilable versions that will do more to confuse than to enlighten (this is pure conjecture as The Blog has read neither but will do so with his customary after-work cognac and custard-scented ether kerchief). As these two neer-do-wells careened through the streets of Charlotte, a few Hawleyites were at Bent Creek riding cyclocross bikes, wearing leis and sticking it to the presidential fitness challenge.<br /><br />Never, ever under-estimate a 6 foot 4 man in a child's small New Kids On The Block tank top.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TB-qvUTmo5I/AAAAAAAAGgA/gLyM0HXkoOU/s1600/IMG_0102.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TB-qvUTmo5I/AAAAAAAAGgA/gLyM0HXkoOU/s400/IMG_0102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485290601042060178" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TB-qfnydvgI/AAAAAAAAGf4/uia6MiuSpSg/s1600/DSC03073.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TB-qfnydvgI/AAAAAAAAGf4/uia6MiuSpSg/s400/DSC03073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485290331393867266" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TB-p1FN2UsI/AAAAAAAAGfo/GSCA3Xn4KAs/s1600/IMG_0101.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TB-p1FN2UsI/AAAAAAAAGfo/GSCA3Xn4KAs/s400/IMG_0101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485289600558977730" border="0" /></a>Cane Creek headset engineer Jim Morrison. No joke necessary.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TB-qVojb6AI/AAAAAAAAGfw/gmG0urr4mlU/s1600/DSC03077.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TB-qVojb6AI/AAAAAAAAGfw/gmG0urr4mlU/s400/DSC03077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485290159800576002" border="0" /></a>Teenwolf: DEAD LAST<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TB-ptvfO55I/AAAAAAAAGfg/07ksyfpKfm8/s1600/IMG_0103.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TB-ptvfO55I/AAAAAAAAGfg/07ksyfpKfm8/s400/IMG_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485289474467227538" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TB-ricn7_LI/AAAAAAAAGgI/tPDaJ8g7DX4/s1600/1536.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TB-ricn7_LI/AAAAAAAAGgI/tPDaJ8g7DX4/s400/1536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485291479448157362" border="0" /></a>In the end, their efforts would be for naught as a plucky accountant would hold alllll the cards and wear the laurels! Teenwolf flatted twice while former Hawleyite Will flatted EIGHT times! In conclusion, some people search for death. Right around the 4:20 mark. She's cool as a cucumber.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ZJqyyRNSdU&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ZJqyyRNSdU&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-44875975106696513882010-06-18T09:00:00.000-04:002010-06-18T09:00:03.771-04:00Another Groundbreaking I-Phone App<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TBkhUpvELjI/AAAAAAAAGfI/_DfGOjGdLJU/s1600/iPhone_01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TBkhUpvELjI/AAAAAAAAGfI/_DfGOjGdLJU/s400/iPhone_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483450659984649778" border="0" /></a>Hey there bike shop owners and industry folk, don't forget to inquire within our sales department about Hawley's new "Order Cut-Off Notification" app for your I-Phone! Once downloaded, every business day when you hear Europe's "The Final Countdown" blasting from your phone, you have exactly 5 minutes and 11 seconds of triumphant stadium rock to enter your order. Ozzy Osbourne's "Running Out Of Time" can also be substituted for an additional 99 cents. If you miss cut off and need to place a <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">new order</span>, the New Order "Substance" boxed set app can be purchased and played continuously throughout the night until normal business hours resume. This is not a hoax.<br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XAg5KjnAhuU&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XAg5KjnAhuU&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object>The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24405212.post-16966247906723323582010-06-17T08:00:00.000-04:002010-06-17T08:00:06.469-04:00PCC Kit AnnouncementTired of riding your titanium Moots road bike in Wrangler jeans and Myrtle Beach tanktops? Well, the Palmetto Cycling Coation has the cure for your denim-chapped posterior and shame-chapped everywhere else. It's called the <a href="http://www.pccsc.net/promotional.php">2010 PPC Kit</a> and the deadline for ordering one is next Monday, aka June 21st. If you're a member, you get a gigantic discount! Even if you're not a member, buy one anyway and show your support for the group that's looking after cyclists' interests in a state that often forgets we exist. These kits come in both CLUB (Brantley) or RACE (Teenwolf) cut.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TBkowRF20FI/AAAAAAAAGfQ/UNo1_R-4MZ0/s1600/Picture+1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpqcTGHVUS0/TBkowRF20FI/AAAAAAAAGfQ/UNo1_R-4MZ0/s400/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483458830987087954" border="0" /></a>The Ghost of Jerry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01001572470096374670noreply@blogger.com0