Banged up.

Cross nutcase J-Sage got runned over by one of them there SUV's. It worked him over pretty bad...busted arm, and his face got made uglier. His wife reports that his facial surgery went well and that his arm is put back where it should be and that he'll likely be on his way home today. Heal fast Sage...

It's time.

I need to get back on the bike. I need the pain. I need the suffering. I must go fast again.

Totally Backwards

Hot dang! I did me one of them thar durned backwards circles! It was the coolest, kinda like when you finally manage to "sneak one past the goalie" for the first time, only not as cool. We'll see if I can manage to get more than one done during practice session #3.

I wanna fix up the fixie pretty soon. I'm thinking paint, cranks, BB, sprinters bars (thought about flat bars, but that's way too poser NYC messenger style), maybe new fork, painted Velocity wheels, and whatever else would look cool. I kinda like the fork that's on it now because it's an old lugged boat anchor that has "FUJI" stamped into the crown (thinking it would look cool to hand paint the "FUJI"). I'm not sure what colors I'm gonna go with, but I'm leaning towards a pearl white base and pearl/metallic blue or green (or red, or bronze, or, or...). Whatever I chose, I would like to paint the stem and seatpost the same as the base color.

I was thinking of ditching the e-brake on the front of the Fixed-Rod because I hardly ever use it, but I guess the folks up in Oregon are making that kinda shenaniganery(sp?) illegal. I guess it doesn't hurt to have the e-brake on just in case one of the wackos around here tries to kill me on accident.

Oh yeah, looks like Floydosterone is g-g-g-guilty. Rumor has it that the believers camp thinks someone swapped out Floyd's piss cup with that of super runner Justin Gatlin. Oh, wait. Shit. They both came out positive. Nevermind.

RaceClean...

Mr. Clean, outed. So that explains the disdain with which he comments about former AV/Webcor riders. Google the name and it looks like he's been a loudmouth for quite some time.

Floyd...Who Cares.

Everybody is all boo-hoo over Floydieboy's positive for ballsack patches and I could really give a shit. Just as Floyd said in his SI interview, regardless of the outcome, this has all cast a big black cloud over him for the rest of his career. Sucks for him. At least he made some good money before he got popped.

And all this nonsense about it ruining the sport is just stupid too. It's a big deal because the media sensationalizes it. Why can't the media do like they did with baseball, and continue to do with football: just forget about it? Let's not forget that these guys are, after all is said and done, paid entertainers.

If Kid Rock is really guilty, he probably just got his dosage wrong. From what I gather from the testosterone stuff I looked up, there's at least two or three products that could have been used to aid in recovery. Looks like Mr. Lim needs to retake Pharmacology 101.

Backwards circles

Doin backwards circles on the fixie is the shit. Too bad I'm not that good at them yet. I've practiced once late at night...because it's so farkin' HOT during the day. I've got the bike to go around about 3/4 of the way, then I become a wuss, sprout a vagina and put a foot on the ground. If you wanna know what I'm talking about, go to youtube or googlevideo and look up backwards circles. Guaranteed rockstar-style shit! All the kids are gonna be doing it next year, you watch.

HOT!

Holy Jeebus! It's been hot as balls lately! Since I don't like doing anything more than breathing when it's as hot as it's been, I haven't touched my bike in about a week. Earlier in the year this may have bothered me, but now I don't really give a hoot. I'll train a bit more for one or two more crits so I don't show up and make a complete fool of myself. That is, of course, if this heat ever goes away.

Danger! Danger!

I'm not sure when it happened, perhaps it happened so gradually I never really knew it was coming. Creativity and the ability to think for myself has kinda left me. I can't remember the last time I had something interesting to say or could make a worthwhile contribution to any discussion. Excitement for anything other than riding my bike (not racing), and sleeping is hard to come by.

I know what did it. Work. More specifically, doing a job I have no passion for and which demands more of me than I am willing to give. It has sucked the cool right out of this Joe Cool.

I know what I have to do to fix the problem too. I can't fix it right away though. The fixing will take some time and planning, squirreling away resources and lining up ducks, or something like that. The fix will be good. Thinking about it makes me smile. Shit, I'm even a little excited about it.

fer chrissake, man!

Sleep ain't so easy when the little wheels in the brain-box are spinning out of control.

Going to work is bad enough. Having to do it on very little sleep is absolute torture.

Skin...

The mound of rotting flesh on my leg has gone away and now looks like nice, normal, just crashed on and healed, skin. Most of the skin that went missing at the BurlyGames Crit has grown back, with the exception of this troublesome patch on my elbow, which happens to be right where the nastiest scar on my body already lives. This is just fantastic because it means that the scar will now just get even bigger and nastier. Everyone that sees it tells me that I should get it taken care of because, well, you know, it's nasty. I figure I'll just roll with it and keep on using it as my primary method of slowing down in crashes. By the time I'm done racing, the elbow will either be completely covered in one giant scar, and therefore have a somewhat uniform appearance, or it will continue on in its current state, only bigger and nastier than ever.

Growing skin is fun stuff. Kinda like raising a plant, only faster and a bit more involved. Get it right and moderately deep road rash is fixed in a week. Get it wrong and you have a stinky mound of not so healthy stuff, which itself can be healed fairly quickly if handled properly.

Right. Skin. Good Times.

Mah Farkin Rib, Man!

Right, so since Jandy Mandy from the Red Villains linked me on his damn blargo-poster, I figure I ought ta post at least a little something about something.

I won't say anything about the dumbfucks over in france cuz there's already plenty of coverage about that.

I'm gonna tell you about my skin and my favorite almost busted rib. I crashed my bicycle last weekend and in the process got mowed over by no fewer than six other Crit Monkeys as I hit the deck. The surface damage wasn't too bad considering my speed and the condition of the pavement I fell on. Most of the stuff wasn't too deep, there was just lots of it. Well, it's been five days now, most of it is about 80% healed, except for one little spot on my leg. Last night while I was checking out the damage, I noticed that the really shallow stuff on my leg hurt really bad, and that it was waaaay more red than it was the day before. I tore off the Tegaderm patch to reveal a huge mountain of infected skin and puss. Fan-fucking-tastic! I gave it a good cleaning, put a big 'ole glop of Brave Soldier antiseptic ointment on it, and bandaged it up. This morning, the mound of rotten flesh had improved a bunch. Swelling had gone down and the leakage was almost gone. Hopefully my leg doesn't fall off.

How the hell did that happen? I usually keep very sanitary and sterile conditions while I bandage my effed up flesh, and this stuff was so shallow as to almost not need a bandage. I dunno. It just sucks.

Oh, and about that rib... I went for x-rays the day after my smash-up just to make sure my back wasn't busted because that was what hurt at the time. Doc says nothing looked broken, I asked him to look at the part of the x-ray with my ribs and again he reported nothing broken. Cool. The back is slowly getting better each day, but this goddamned rib is getting worse! I no longer get good sleep because every time I roll onto my left side, I'm quickly reminded that shit aint right on that side of the business. Deep breaths hurt like a sonofadonkey, and certain twisting movements make me wanna yelp like the dog I kicked last night.

From what I understand, nothing can be done about a broken or bruised rib other than to just let it heal. This sucks balls.