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luckily the hydraulic cutters aren't terribly inexpensive.

it never happened. blame them. ride fast.

Might as well order now. By the time you've saved enough, they might have gotten round to looking at your order spec. I heard there is a 5 year waiting list...

yeah i already spoke with them both. i want at least half saved before i make the choice though.

sorry. i'm not english. like i said i bet you have all seen this...

than i have. but still thought it was worith a post.

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oh the vanilla stuff is gorgeous. I've been saving up for a custom for a few years now and i was tying to decide between vanilla or bohemian...

those bikes are all set up the same. why? like, it seems pointless to me. I'm not trying to be a dick, but every one of my bikes are set up at least somewhat different. i mean theyre all gorgeous but sheesh.

also i'd say the cinelli or the Specialized. giant has always been kinda poopy.

an amber too. i'm sorry. i lied. today i hit another guy on a bike. i think he was homeless, but he just kinda slowly rolls from behind a car and i try to stop but the road was icy and i slid into him and knocked him down. i yelled for him to move, and it was cold so i just kept riding. that story sucked i'm sorry....

Ed, your purple pug looks beautiful as a geared bike AND as a fixed (nicer as a fixed IMO).

holy shit a purple pug?!? i want to see it!! i only had a white and black one... his name was spencer.

football as in soccer right?

getting lippy and running your mouth differ. getting lipy is usually talking back. like i say get me a hot pocket, you say get your own hot pocket you fat snuff watching douchebag. thast getting lippy.

getting lippy tend to LEAD to running your mouth."get me a hot pocket" "no" just do it" "don't tell me what to do fuckface""calm down i just wanted a hot pocket" "yeah you always do you fat fuck" "hey wait a minute" "oh does the fatty want more food"

thats running your mouth. when your bullshit keeps going on and on.

I prefer the ones with girls.

so do i.

Today i was looking through old journals and notebooks while i was trying to assemble some stuff for my newest book. In it i founded and undated entry that i almost completely forgot about. I could find the date if i cared because it was this Amber girls birthday.

Anyhow.

--after work (i stopped at a park regularly to write after work a lot)
Left work went riding. not bad. work was boring. stupid questions about stupid bikes. i hate how often i have to tell people "no that hybrid, unfortunately, will not be the best for you to ride 20 miles a day. " no one wants to here it. I'm going to go to John's (Tex-Mex) and get a burrito i think. Maybe call Aileen.

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I left John's and rode around for a few hours. It's a gorgeous night. People are out and about. The roads are full. It's a great night for cutting in and out of traffic. It just feels so good to actually be out and ride. I went down monroe (ave) and passed the Bug Jar. a bunch of people where there and stopped me, Traycee, Jared, and i basically rn into everyone i fucking know. Traycee wants to go hang out afterwards, so i leave and go ride. she tells me to meet her at the corner of east and alexander.
As i'm heading down Alexander, i'm getting the normal yells and honks, but it's a good night to ride. All of a sudden a traffic cone is flying across the road in front of my face. I stop and throw my bike over the sidewalk in the bushes and i just yell "what the fuck are you doing" i see a few people walk qickly down the street. i have my usualy "tools" on hand (i'm assuming i meant a u-lock, 15 mm wrench, a pedal wrench, brass knuckles, box cutter or a kryptonite chain. i can't recall what i actually had with me) as i'm apporached by a group of 7 sketchy looking dudes.
"whats your problem?"
"who threw that fucking cone at me?"
across the street some kids yell "yo, we got yer back. we ride Critical Mass man. We got your back."
some stuttering by them allas two dudes slowly/quickly in that trying to look nonchalant haste.
"no one fucking threw..."
"i fucking saw someone throw it. it's still in the fucking road" my hand is in my back pocket, fingers wrapped around metal, just waiting...
"i ride bikes, why would i throw it?"
"not saying it was you, but some cunt over here threw it." i'm shaking that nerveous going to fight, ready for a busted lip, i wonder if they can see it shake. that ready to explode or ready to run, or ready to bleed shake.
just then those three kids make their was behind me.
"it wasn't us"
"maybe it was those kids that ran off. but if it wasn't you, then walk away man. why did you even stop?"
it goes on like this and i realize these dudes just want to scrap. they start going off abou how much money he hs on him and pulls out a wad of cash. they keep running their mouths and the kids that "got my back" are running theres. then i see the one kid has a butterfly knife in hand. This is about to get serious. finally it comes to them saying to the three
"just walk away. the other way. i don't care where you're going"
"fuck you"
then the smallest kid comes over, lifts his shirt and says "ain't no thang but a pistol thang" and i see the but of what appears to be a .22 hand gun.
"you three cross the fucking street. you (referring to me) are fine. go where you want. we got nothing. but you three. fucking go."
two walk away but the one with the knife just stays there, knife folded in his hand.
i wonder if he's fast with it. i wonder if they know he has it. they didn't see mine. did they see his. or did they see mine and thats why they're letting me go. i've stopped shaking. it wasn't that i was relieved. it was that i was ready to fight. no more questioning. it was 5 looking at us two. two of them said "lets just go" and started to walk away. three looking at two. and they had a pistol. what the fuck.
over getting a road cone thrown at me. i grab the kid and tell him to go. finally he does, but he tries to walk through the group. something to prove.
"NO!. i fucking said the other way. cross the fucking street."
then i wondered. there are tons of cops in this area. tons. and there isnt one here. people are stopped all around watching. and not one cop. i fucking hate cops.
fianlly the kid croses the street.
the big guy looks in my face and says "yo, sorry about the shit. none of my friends threw that at you. we cool?"
"yeah. we're cool". i got my bike out of the bushes and rode off.

i guess i should like. you know. look for people i know. is there a way this is going to get me free pizza?

you can get cheap locks for them...
sorry to hear about that though...
my saddle is pretty cheap (just $100 dollar thing) on a carbon wrapped post and i always take it with me. mostly becasue i had to ride 4 miles home with no saddle once. fool me once…

your roommate must not follow many people, or she would go insane.
my roomate is insane. BOTH her phones (her stupid flid keypad phone thing AND her Side Kick) make it sound like she is having and R2 unit orgy where ever she fucking is.

So you have a girlfriend!

i have recently found myself in a relationship. if you followed my Plurk you would know that...

Twitter has a open api for the updates.
Twitter has hundreds if not thousands of utilities and tools that consume or create updates.
Twitter has SMS alerts in some countries, and other countries you can use things like http://www.twitsms.co.uk/twitsms/public/index to receive updates to any mobile phone.
Twitter updates are so visible that news spreads faster via twitter than by any other medium.

Twitter rocks... get on there, use it, take it easy, accept you don't have to read everything... and when you suddenly find you need it, it's there.

all this talk makes me feel like we are living in some sort of post cyber punk world with out having the neat dystopian cyber punk world first. i for one feel jipped.

anyway, to see what the hub bub is all about i have joined the masses...

fuck me...

https://twitter.com/emoxfag

my friends got tickets in chicago and the friend that lived there contrsted the ticket an the pig didn't show up for the hearing so he got away with it. the friend that lived in philadelphia just didn't pay.

i just playeda few times last year before it got too wintery to play. i am going to try to be playing a lot more this year, but i was hoping i could get some tips on setting up a good polo bike. sizing, gearing, bars, stuff like that.

my roommate, i just found out, gets texts every time some one updates their twitter.

i officially hate her.

i dont think its weird or self important. perhaps some certain people are but i like it for following loads of cycling stuff, like velonews etc, nice titbits of info and tech stuff.

guess it all depends who you follow. Its great for media & digital workers to share ideas etc.

i guess that makes sense. i'm just annoyed with how over connected everyone is. my roommate has no real friends but her sidekick doesn't leave her chubby little digits. i found out the development name for twitter was friendstalker or some shit. thast hilarious.

i just don't really care that much i guess. i mean i don't even have a telephone.

i don't get it. like i know what it is, and my gf uses it. but i just don't seem to care i guess? it's so weird and self important seeming to me. maybe i'm just old.

Well if that is ALL he's consuming, and I still doubt it, he's not going to be fueling as best as he could be and his performance will be suffering. Guess if he keeps winning he won't care.

I'm sure he's eating well prior to the races, but in the race he's getting a good assortment of nutrients. high amounts of protein and carbs and sugars. while i guess he could be getting more refined in supplements it seems to work pretty well.

i tend to eat a large vegan dinner the night before i race and a pretty good breakfast. usually pretty fatty in the morning. a lot of the racers i talk too (whch menas theyre a little less pretentious because most riders don't talk to the shitty punk kid riding in knickers and a t shirt) have a similar eating rutine, but they tend to eat more of the goo shit and energy block things. but i know at the end of the race i have a tendancy to feel a little better, even if i don't finish top 10. on top of that i also usually have to rie my bike home after the race.

That's what he tells you he eats..

no. my friend pete rides with him. everytime i saw him in the race thats what he had. minus the time he was eating potato chips with pete.

when i am at work i eat luna bars and hammer gel. it tastes like pie filling.

when i am riding i usually drink water.
when i race i drink coke and eat snickers.

the guy who won our 24hour mountain race followed similar in that he drank pepsi and ate snickers.

are you staying hydrated? i am chronically underhydrated and i tend to get very phlegmy when riding. i've found keeping hydrated has helped out leaps with my gooey-ness.