You're never going PRO, get over it.

Guest author: SGM


Why is it that a certain Singlespeeder at Short Track thinks his race is more important than mine? I thought last year's behavior -- when he yelled at every woman that he was about to pass to get out of his way, to move left when there was no left, to sacrifice their cadence so that he could take their line -- was perhaps an anomaly.

Judging by his behavior on the track last nite, it seems to be the norm.

Here's some news: the next time you yell at me to move over so that you can have my line, I'm not only going to roll steady, I'm going to block your ass for as long as I can. Deliberately and deliciously. Every time. Know why? Because my race is just as important as yours, just like every other loser on that track's race is equal in importance to yours.

You're old Tim, and aggro testosterone doesn't equate to PRO, bro.
p.s. You lost.

Can any bike show organizer win?

Is it possible to "win" as the organizer of any event where so many are so creative, so competitive and so guarded?

I know that Don is pretty much Golem of shows, but maybe he's not so bad (dress aside)?



So, let's say a bunch of builders were together and agreed to what a different sort of "show" might be. But still, somehow, for some reason, they aren't all immediately getting behind it and helping to get other like-minded and equally talented builders engaged. What's up with that?

This program is no longer pro.

Not even. RIP Radio Freddy.

Tan lines are cool.

I don't get why it is people work so hard to look so dumb. One of the things that I like best about cycling is that when you've got your shirt off is that you have wicked tan lines. Your torso is meant to be bright white, and your limbs dark, dark brown. Anything less means you haven't been riding enough. So, why on earth would you even bother to do this? Be proud of who you are.

Up yours Burke-Gilman.

Turns out that Seattle might not suck as bad as everyone thinks. On a clear blue day, it's actually a pretty majestic little city- the views N/S/E/W are all rather breathtaking. Around neighborhoods like Fremont and Ballard the bike scene is also strong, cool and hip- but not trying too too hard.

Riding in Seattle is alright, not amazing, but alright. Traffic is a theme that carries beyond cars in Seattle. So many cyclists fighting for space to get to/fro/across the city on the Burke-Gilman, cyclists of all sort, experience and intent, it's actually almost scary. Maybe it's a good thing Seattle is usually wet and somewhat depressing for cyclists, because on a bright sunny day every yahoo in spandex and ill-fitting helmet is "on your left"- even though they're riding towards you. Good to see so many cyclists, shame that so few actually know how to ride.

While I'm at it, sorry Seattle, but your coffee and beer are both less-than Portland.

Eddie Vedder+Russell Crowe+a pinch of Matthew McConoughey

There is no doubt that this is one of the best brand and business builders in the business. His color, his charm, his wait-list. But, when you mix these three names in for the description for S.W., even I can't help get a builder chubby.

"Hey, will you look at me?"

AKA- Vegans.

Somebody very wise once said something to the effect of "making your way in the world today takes everything you've got..." etc. Damn right. Finding time to shit, let alone train, spend time with friends (friends?), be a worthwhile part of your family, etc. (yes again) is tough. There simply is more to do than there is time to do it.

Add to that trying to be any sort of a "competitive" athlete, and you've got your hands full.

Now, do all that, but make it so your diet is a limiting feature as to how you can live, what you can eat, where you can shop, how you identify. Vegetarians I can understand to some degree- but a Vegan? That's just someone that wants to be enough of a pain in the ass that everyone will notice. Your skinny, unhealthy looking ass that is.

Native Oregonian thinks you suck at driving.

I'm one. I grew up here- living, running, riding and driving in the rain. Then, I left for awhile after college to a far off land. Something happened when I was out, a bunch of people moved to Oregon who don't know what the fuck to do when it rains. Ironic isn't it?

It was very, very wet earlier this week and while I was out for just a couple hours for meetings and errands, I was nearly hit SIX times cars- and once by a cyclist. I wasn't wearing rain-drop camo, or hiding behind my finger, in fact I had on a white helmet, white jacket and even turned on my lights in broad "daylight". But still, you'd have thought that I was "looking for a beating" as one nice guy (with a Yakima rack atop his car mind you) let me know. I guess he wasn't happy when I caught up with him at the light. I suppose I surprised him when I simply asked "what can I do better next time so an idiot like you doesn't hit me?" I thought it was a fair question.

There used to be a sign at the airport in the town where I grew up that read: WELCOME TO OREGON, ENJOY YOUR VISIT- NOW GO HOME.

You don't need to leave, but pleas learn to live, drive and let others survive in the rain, please.

Really? Them?

Excuse me Tool, but your slip is showing.

Honestly with so much good clothing out there to talk about, these numbnutz get center billing with their arm sleeves and bib-slips.

Makes me miss the heydays of Pearl.

She hates me. So do I have to hate her back? Maybe.

Who says that just because you put the word "custom" in front of "bicycle" you get to not only charge more (don't get me wrong, it's worth every penny), but it also okay to not deliver anywhere close to what was agreed? Not the first time I've experienced it, but never like this, never this late, and without any real sense of it was a problem at all. Artists? Definitely. Business? Maybe not so much.

I have worked with creatives my whole life and respect the battle between what could be and what needs to be. I hate it and love it all at once. It must be tough knowing function or form closely follows fancy. Sometimes its the client's 'fault', but sometimes there's no one else to 'blame' but your damn self.

PS- You're welcome about that one thing I sent your way; glad that worked out.

Who doesn't hate who?

I'm waiting to find out. The more I learn, the more I learn that everybody hates somebody. Comforting maybe a little bit maybe, I thought they all just hated me.