Well, well, well..

Ok, it's been 5 months.. Yes, I'm a twatter.. I'm mean twit... I mean I twitter from time to time now.

Blogging. I spose it has it's place.. I mean, I'd a already been limited by now on how much rambling and ambling I could do, no?

Not sure what has prompted me to come back here.. I'd even forgot my username and password. Several tries later and here I am. 

Now what?

I'll tell you what. I feel like shit. Allergies? Too much fiber?

Perhaps just a general downswing after months of building toward a certain goal where I came up 30 some odd seconds short.. perhaps.

Maybe I'm getting old. 

Maybe I'm over it...

Maybe.. maybe... maybe I'll feel like myself again tomorrow like I usually do when I start to do this thing that I do.

Anyhow, I've lifted my spirits with some new Bob Log III (whom I skipped out on last Thursday because I feel like shit), but Bob is singing to me...." My shit is perfect!" . 

Sweet. At least someone's is.

Me, well, I feel like more like Warren Zevon's lamet.. my shit's fucked up. 

But there's tomorrow. 

There's somewhere over the rainbow. 

There's Winner's never quit and quitter's never win.

There's Texas.

Then there's me.

a picture is worth.. what?

It was recently brought to my attention that I was called-out by Sly Fox for not updating my blog anymore.. something like "people want to live vicarioulsy through you" stuff...

Well, for those who want to live vicariously through me, just picture me riding my bike.

It's that time of year and since there's no racing, there's nothing exciting to write about.

I rise, I eat, I ride, I shower, I nap, I rise, I eat again, I stretch, I go to bed.

I'm also just not feeling like sharing much anymore for some reason.... I'm sure it's cyclical.

Right now I'm in a recluse phase.

Anyhow, I'm sorry to dissapoint.

If it's any consolation I've decided that even though I really wanted to take this thing down entirely, I know there will be a time when I might have something to say again...

Till then... just picture me... out there...rising, eating, riding, showering (you perve), napping, eating................................................

The Supreme Genius...

Wow. 

That was a big day.

It's been a while since I've thought this...quite a while indeed... but I'm feeling very patriotic today.

I sincerely hope this feeling is a collective one and I hope we have turned a corner on so many different fronts.

Feeling celebratory, I rolled the my old bones downtown to see  The Supreme Genius that is The King Khan and the BBQ Show last night at the Urban Legend... those two boys (or was it one?) rocked the casbah!

See for yourself...

I was thinking how strange it was that I actually seek out tinnitus, sinusitis and cirrhosis and call it a good time....

Tonight I hope for more of the same with the Eagles of Death Metal.

On that note, another big day that I will cherish almost... almost as much as this one is Jan. 1st '09...when there's no more smoking in public...

Hallelujah, Praise be to the great Allah of clear sinus' and lungs!

Big Mt.... Big Man

Well, day 1 of the '09 is in the books.

Not a bad one, to be sure. The last time I rode Big Mt. on the first day of training was 4 years ago with Al Butler. 

I think of that day every time I do that ride.

I miss Al. 

He was kind, thoughtful and fun to talk to.

Finding those 3 things in one person can be a tall order.

Or not. 

I seem to know a lot of people like that.

I'm lucky that way, I suppose.

Anyhow, I see no one has offered to take the Prince off my hands yet, so I think I might just hand it over to the Husla and let him work his magic.

So, tomorrow's the Big Day... I'm really excited/apprehensive about it. It could be a really great day or a real bummer.

One thing's for sure, regardless of the outcome... I will be queuing up that old song... you know the one... "Na na na na, Na na na na, Hey hey hey, Goodbye! ...Jackass!" .. yes, I added that last part.

Don't let the screen door hit ya on the way out Dub. 

A Prince among bikes...could it be yours?

Lets Make a Deal!!!
I need to unload my race bike and before I throw it on Ebay and get all bent out of shape dealing with fees, shipping, weirdos and all the other hassles, I figured I'd give any readers of this blog out there the opportunity first.

Being that it was my race bike, it's outfitted fully with the SRAM RED groupset and based on my calculations, has less than 1500 miles on it. It was professionally cleaned and maintained after every ride and looks and rides like new....hardly a blemish to be found. Never crashed.

It's a 54 cm. by Pinarello's standards, but fits more like a traditional 56-57 cm. (I'm 5'11").

I reckon it could fit a person in the  5'9" -6' range.

Features top-end touches from the ceramic B.B. to the Speedplay Zero Ti. pedals.

Would retail in excess of $9,000 new!

I will entertain reasonable offers and if you live in the Salt Lake area, by all means, come by and have a ganders for yourself.

I also have a barely-used SRAM Carbon SRM that I can include.

drop me a line tbirdslc@gmail.com 

My Dean Moriarty's

Well, it looks like this is it...

The last beautiful day that I can play in the dirt this year... bummer man.

I've been having too much fun. 

So much, in fact, that I find myself lamenting that Norba strangled the sport to the point that it's pretty much now just for enthusiasts..... which is kind of cool and fortunate in a strange way. 

No retarded doping scandals.... at least not legit ones....

Anyhow, it truly feels like I'm turning the page on a chapter in book I don't want to end. 

There have been lots of great characters in this book....

From the pint-sized, half-Kazhak (strike a pose sister!)

to the Grisly..... I mean Grizzly.... uh, I mean GrizZeee...

  

And others that maybe don't have the palmares but certainly have pedigree.

Good times indeed.

Dare I say the best Offy ever?

Well, there's one day left... I've already had the icing on the proverbial cake, but maybe today will be the cherry on top.... 

Tomorrow brings discipline.

No more barley pops on the tailgate as post-ride recovery.

There are even some bad habits (addictions?) that must be laid to waste.... for at least another 10 months.

Ok....today is also a great day in that it's Halloween... and what I like most about this day, by a long shot, is that it means Greg Vandy has created The Haunted Roadhouse... the best one all year. Scroll down to the bottom of the linked page and listen to the most recent installment tonight while you're dolling-out the HFC to the Gremlins.....or Palins... (uggh!.... I will sincerely have to fight the urge to tell anyone who shows up on my stoop with that costume to get to steppin' sans treat)

Well, that's about it here..... 

I'm off .....

like a dirty jersey.

The latest

I've added some new tunes for those who might like that sort of thing...