Here's my ode to Dieter (http://bubsers.typepad.com/epistemic/) leaving Philly, courtesy of some modified NWA Lyrics, yes there are some bad, bad words boys and girls, so if you never listened to Gansta Rap, don't start and don't read!
Straight Outta Philly:
You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge
Straight outta Philly crazy motherfucker named Dieter
From the gang called GPO With Attitudes
When I'm called off I got a sawed off
Pedal the bike and bodies are hauled off
You too boy if ya fuck with me
Treefarm's gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo ass that's how I'm goin out
For the punk motherfuckers that's showin out
Riders start to mumble, they wanna rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off on a motherfucker like that
with a wheel that's pointed at yo ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin
with a cross race like Gunnar Shogren
Cannondale is the tool
Don't make me act the motherfuckin fool
Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe
I'm knockin riderz out tha box, daily
yo weekly, monthly and yearly
until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly
that I'm down with the capital C-P-T
Boy you can't fuck with me
So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck
Coz Dieter is crazy as fuck
As I leave, believe I'm stompin
but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Philly
Chorus
[City of Philly, City of Philly]
[Hebe] Yo Dieter
[Dieter again] Whassup?
[Hebe] Tell em where you from!
Straight outta Philly, another crazy ass crosser
More punks I drop, yo, my rep gets bigger
I'm a bad motherfucker and you know this
But the pussy ass crossers don't show this
But I don't give a fuck, I'ma make my snaps
If not from the racings, from jackin the crops
Just like burglary, the definition is 'jackin'
And when illegally armed it's called 'packin'
Drop a motherfucker in a minute
I find a good hole shot, I go up in it
So if you're at a race in the front row
I'm a call you a bitch or dirty-ass ho
You'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to
But that shows me, ho, you're composed to
a crazy muthafucker from tha street
Attitude legit cause I'm tearin up shit
Dieter controls the automatic
For any dumb muthafucker that starts static
Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself
every time I pull a C'dale off the shelf
The security is maximum and that's a law
D-I-E-T-E-R spells Dieter but I'm raw
See, coz I'm the motherfuckin villain
The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killin
that's takin place without a clue
And once you're on the scope, your ass is through
Look, you might take it as a trip
but a crosser like Dieter is on a gangsta tip
Straight outta Philly...
Chorus
City of Philly, City of Philly
[Ferg] Dieter is his name and the boy is comin...
Straight outta Philly
is a brotha that'll smother yo' mother
and make ya sister think I love her
Dangerous motherfucker raises hell
And if I ever get caught I make bail
See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem
I see the motherfuckin Tree I don't dodge him
But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while
And when I see a punk pass, I smile
To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showin a racer drivin
but don't know where the fuck he's going, just rollin
lookin for the one they call Dieter
But here's a flash, they never seize me
Ruthless! Never seen like a shadow in the dark
except when I unload, see I'll get over the hesitation
and hear the scream of the one who got second
Give a little gust of wind and I'm jettin
But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin
So what about the bitch who got dropped? Fuck 'em!
You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker!
This is the autobiography of the D, and if you ever fuck with me
You'll get taken by a stupid dope brotha who will smother
word to the motherfucker, straight outta Philly
Chorus:[City of Philly, City of Philly]
Ride on Dude!
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
Wally World Comments
This is in response to the Wally World Comments:
Living Wage for me is a touchy subject as my economist brain kicks in and I immediatly think of the dreaded death spiral of inflation. Wages are the largest contributor to inflationary pressures. Higher than energy costs or raw material costs and so even the tiniest percent of increase causes amazingly powerful ripples througout the economy. Yes Whole Foods ROCKS b/c they have a livable wage (and buy wind energy), but I almost never shop there as I realized I was paying 30% more for the same EXACT vegies from Trader Joes and not receiving any added personal benefit (actually a net loss b/c of spending more $$) Also unlike by buying Wind Energy, paying someone a living wage doesn't create a net benefit at all (other than for the person working). The thing in a capitalistic society, there's market forces which determine what a wage should be.
Back after graduating college I was planning on entering the Peace Corps and so I started working at the local EMS store(Eastern Mountain Sports) making $7 an hour. It was above minimum wage, though way below what one would consider a liveable wage, yet at that time, I was able to get by fine. I could live at my dad's house, put gas in my car, buy a few sets of wheels for my road bikes and go out to eat once and a while with my girl at the time. Life was fine for me, I got by and had fun doing it. The $7 an hour wasn't great, I wish I was making more, but realisitically I was working a retail job which required not much skill compared to what I'm doing now for my living. Paying more for someone didn't equate to a much greater return when high school kids would easily jump at the chance to make $7 an hour and they would do just as good of a job.
Paying more for great employees is WORTH it in a lot of industries, but when it comes to low skilled people who wake up every day just thinking of how they can make money to pay for their cable TV bill, then something is wrong. I don't know about most of my peers, but living in South Philly I've met a lot of people my age who don't work and just hang out all day and night. They aren't druggies, or crazy people, they are just the unmotivated America. High School drop outs who still think living a life is playing playstation, listening to rap music, and living with their parents in a row house, even though they are 25 and don't contribute to society. I hate to say it, but I have little respect for these people and I don't feel bad when the only job they can get is mopping the floor at Wally World.
They Shouldn't get a livable wage as by paying more for unskilled labor, skilled labor would go up more than 100% as a dollar rise at the lowest level always ends up at the final end of production as more than a dollar rise in the final product. So it would in effect be a death spiral. I can find some publications to back up my tired rambling, but really, if you understood the liveable wage, it's more a feel good thing for companies to sell themselves to the mass public, than one that makes economic sense. As any rise at the bottom raises it for everyone else. SHIT, just look at the basic inflation measures of Milk, Eggs and Cheese and see how they've gone up the last 2 years. My gallon of Organic Skim milk is up 60 cents since I started buying it in 2004. That's an extra 60 cents a week, times say 50 (gotta include vacation). That's $30 a year on just Milk, do that on every thing you buy and eventually you will be priced out from buying things and that's JUST from ENERGY COSTS alone, which are a very small input compared to wages.
The minimum wage is a joke to, but don't get me started on that.
Comments? I'd love to hear them.
Danke!
-BC
Living Wage for me is a touchy subject as my economist brain kicks in and I immediatly think of the dreaded death spiral of inflation. Wages are the largest contributor to inflationary pressures. Higher than energy costs or raw material costs and so even the tiniest percent of increase causes amazingly powerful ripples througout the economy. Yes Whole Foods ROCKS b/c they have a livable wage (and buy wind energy), but I almost never shop there as I realized I was paying 30% more for the same EXACT vegies from Trader Joes and not receiving any added personal benefit (actually a net loss b/c of spending more $$) Also unlike by buying Wind Energy, paying someone a living wage doesn't create a net benefit at all (other than for the person working). The thing in a capitalistic society, there's market forces which determine what a wage should be.
Back after graduating college I was planning on entering the Peace Corps and so I started working at the local EMS store(Eastern Mountain Sports) making $7 an hour. It was above minimum wage, though way below what one would consider a liveable wage, yet at that time, I was able to get by fine. I could live at my dad's house, put gas in my car, buy a few sets of wheels for my road bikes and go out to eat once and a while with my girl at the time. Life was fine for me, I got by and had fun doing it. The $7 an hour wasn't great, I wish I was making more, but realisitically I was working a retail job which required not much skill compared to what I'm doing now for my living. Paying more for someone didn't equate to a much greater return when high school kids would easily jump at the chance to make $7 an hour and they would do just as good of a job.
Paying more for great employees is WORTH it in a lot of industries, but when it comes to low skilled people who wake up every day just thinking of how they can make money to pay for their cable TV bill, then something is wrong. I don't know about most of my peers, but living in South Philly I've met a lot of people my age who don't work and just hang out all day and night. They aren't druggies, or crazy people, they are just the unmotivated America. High School drop outs who still think living a life is playing playstation, listening to rap music, and living with their parents in a row house, even though they are 25 and don't contribute to society. I hate to say it, but I have little respect for these people and I don't feel bad when the only job they can get is mopping the floor at Wally World.
They Shouldn't get a livable wage as by paying more for unskilled labor, skilled labor would go up more than 100% as a dollar rise at the lowest level always ends up at the final end of production as more than a dollar rise in the final product. So it would in effect be a death spiral. I can find some publications to back up my tired rambling, but really, if you understood the liveable wage, it's more a feel good thing for companies to sell themselves to the mass public, than one that makes economic sense. As any rise at the bottom raises it for everyone else. SHIT, just look at the basic inflation measures of Milk, Eggs and Cheese and see how they've gone up the last 2 years. My gallon of Organic Skim milk is up 60 cents since I started buying it in 2004. That's an extra 60 cents a week, times say 50 (gotta include vacation). That's $30 a year on just Milk, do that on every thing you buy and eventually you will be priced out from buying things and that's JUST from ENERGY COSTS alone, which are a very small input compared to wages.
The minimum wage is a joke to, but don't get me started on that.
Comments? I'd love to hear them.
Danke!
-BC
The Busiest 5 days
The last 5 days have been crazy! On Wednesday I took the train down to Wilmington, DE. I was taking the road bike down and I actually was running a little late as since it was raining I decided to walk with my bike and bags to the subway. I was pretty slow and so I didn't get on Subway train until about 20 minutes before the other train was to leave Suburban Station. I got to City Hall, pulled a cyclocross shuffle up the stairs and then as soon as I could I hopped on the bike and rode a good 1/4 of a mile to the end of Suburban station where I hopped on the R2 heading Sou'. I had 5 minutes to spare!
I didn't rock out on Wednesday night, instead I caught up with my bro, his wife and my new box (computer). Thursday was total Fall weather out, but alas it was a day of enjoying food (especially sweet potatoes) and so that's what I did, fueling up for a sweet ride for Friday. I headed out from North Wilmington, through the Brandywine Valley, past Ashland Nature center to Limestone Road up PaperMill road, out to EightNinetySix (was tempted to swing by Mr. Logix house, but wasn't sure I could take his killa hills) and then rode out to right around FairHill (Sorry Marc and D for not swinging by!) then rode on the road by the former President of FSVS (damn I love that zig zag road) to Barksdale and then back to Newark for a shot of Espresso at Starbucks (dude it's like 30 cents cheaper than a shot in Manyunk) and then popped the head in good Ol' Wooden Wheels (www.woodenWheels.com). Headed back on PaperMill and back pretty much the same way I came. I was bummed that I never ran into another familiar cyclist, I was thinking on such a fine day without any races I would have run into someone. Anyways, climbing the Rockland Road back up to mi padres' house, I run into 3 dudes I know. Les L., Matt T. and Buddy B. rocking out a total of 3 gears between them! They looked like they had totally rocked out Brandywine all morning. It was a blast to see them on the bike as the past few times I've seen 'em we've all been off the bike, which is strange since we're all cyclists.
Total ride time 5 hrs, though obviously not all of it on the bike.
The rest of Friday was pretty uneventful other than having my dad drive me which gave me a chance to show him my house which he hasn't visited in almost a year!
Saturday was a rocking rode ride out to VF, though for once I stayed on the trail exclusively as I'm still nursing a bumb left hip, and didn't want to climb. Coming back from the park one of my new (for 2006) cycling buddies caught up to me, along with his girlfriend, and we rode and chatted the whole way back which was a blast as I always do the 20 miles back as a TT and I was in slo-mode this day. Rob (the dude) was actually the guy who crashed into me back at the Ronde van Mullica where I broke my Cannondale and left hand. It's funny but we're now good buddies now, not like we weren't before, as I had no hard feelings for him even when I was picking myself off the pavement back in April. That stuff happens in Road Racing and it actually wasn't his fault in the first place.
Rob, his lady Julie, and I had a good pace going and we ended up catching 2 chumps looking hardcore on their TT bikes, but not acting the part. They sucked our wheels for about 10 minutes without ever coming to the front, when they thought they were Badass when they took off like a one legged Petacchi sprint, freaking Wheel Whores!!! Rob and I were juiced to catch them, even though we had agreed to keep it steady, but not fast. July didn't want to up the pace and so we kept it mellow, but then Rob must have seen me annoyed and he was like DUDE show Julie how fast you can catch those chumps. It felt great to spin it up and drop down to the 53x15 and catch those dude and blow by them in less than a minute. They were totally blown too, freakin' Whores!
Total ride time 4 hrs, though not including the bottle fill up in VF Park.
I know it sounds pretty petty, but still, some people in Philly who you'll pass and say hi to will latch onto your wheel, but you won't know it until 5 minutes later when you blow your snot ball and they yell like a WTF behind you and you're like Dude, WHY TF are you on MY wheel, you Wheel Whore! I hate those chumps, they'll probably be the death of me before any car. I'm all for giving people a nice draft off my lanky-ass, but still, at least ask permission or let me know.
Saturday night, one of my boys gives me a call saying that our new Sunday road has now magically become a Sunday mtb. ride. Good thing Buddy, Matt T. and Les inspired me the day before or else I would have said adios to the Sunday winter ride group, but alas I lubed up my 5 year old SRAM chain, found one of my camel baks and got ready to rumble. I was thinking it might turn into a death march ride as that's what our rode rides turn into and sure enough, 4 hours later, with a romp through Belmont Plateau, many trails and climbs through the "Wiss" and a ride back to the Art Museum and I was cooked, super cooked. Like hmm, is my calf cramping or is it just not happy to see me? It was a rocking ride with Christian, Dr. Colin, and Rich (italian stalion). I'm sorry to say there was no bike toss this time, though at one point when my chain was skipping like one of my ol' Beastie Boys remixes, I was tempted to at least threaten the bike it might get air. I had a great ride and was hooked again, though I need to fix that chain skip...
Plus you could NOT BEAT the Hotties running the Vally Green pathway on our ride back to Ridge Ave.
So total ride time this weekened was somewhere around 12 hours which blew my mind when I thought about it this morning, especially considering I helped my ex move out yesterday and that wasn't an easy task.
I have to admit that coming back home to a dark home at 10pm last night got me all choked up as I had almost gotten used to her having every single light on in the house (I'm serious, not being sarcastic) Plus I felt really bad knowing that my ex was going to spend her night in an unfamiliar place with unpacking still to do. Well at least she's now living in Rittenhouse Sq. and I'm still stuck in White Trizzo central, but at least I have a place I can call home, even if it feels less homely now. It was hard falling asleep last night, I had totally gotten attuned to her noises and by not hearing them made the house seem erie. Also it didn't help that the neighbors were vacuming at 11pm...
I have a new favorite track, it's by LCD Soundsystem, Tribulations is the name. I dig the bassline, it's almost the same as one I'll lay down when I'm rocking out for a while. As they like to say, "it's pretty catchy man!" http://www.emichrysalis.co.uk/mailers/lcd/player3/popup.html
Also for all you "Market Participants" hope y'all got your seat belt buckled as we are in for a ride this week.
Ride on!
-BC
I didn't rock out on Wednesday night, instead I caught up with my bro, his wife and my new box (computer). Thursday was total Fall weather out, but alas it was a day of enjoying food (especially sweet potatoes) and so that's what I did, fueling up for a sweet ride for Friday. I headed out from North Wilmington, through the Brandywine Valley, past Ashland Nature center to Limestone Road up PaperMill road, out to EightNinetySix (was tempted to swing by Mr. Logix house, but wasn't sure I could take his killa hills) and then rode out to right around FairHill (Sorry Marc and D for not swinging by!) then rode on the road by the former President of FSVS (damn I love that zig zag road) to Barksdale and then back to Newark for a shot of Espresso at Starbucks (dude it's like 30 cents cheaper than a shot in Manyunk) and then popped the head in good Ol' Wooden Wheels (www.woodenWheels.com). Headed back on PaperMill and back pretty much the same way I came. I was bummed that I never ran into another familiar cyclist, I was thinking on such a fine day without any races I would have run into someone. Anyways, climbing the Rockland Road back up to mi padres' house, I run into 3 dudes I know. Les L., Matt T. and Buddy B. rocking out a total of 3 gears between them! They looked like they had totally rocked out Brandywine all morning. It was a blast to see them on the bike as the past few times I've seen 'em we've all been off the bike, which is strange since we're all cyclists.
Total ride time 5 hrs, though obviously not all of it on the bike.
The rest of Friday was pretty uneventful other than having my dad drive me which gave me a chance to show him my house which he hasn't visited in almost a year!
Saturday was a rocking rode ride out to VF, though for once I stayed on the trail exclusively as I'm still nursing a bumb left hip, and didn't want to climb. Coming back from the park one of my new (for 2006) cycling buddies caught up to me, along with his girlfriend, and we rode and chatted the whole way back which was a blast as I always do the 20 miles back as a TT and I was in slo-mode this day. Rob (the dude) was actually the guy who crashed into me back at the Ronde van Mullica where I broke my Cannondale and left hand. It's funny but we're now good buddies now, not like we weren't before, as I had no hard feelings for him even when I was picking myself off the pavement back in April. That stuff happens in Road Racing and it actually wasn't his fault in the first place.
Rob, his lady Julie, and I had a good pace going and we ended up catching 2 chumps looking hardcore on their TT bikes, but not acting the part. They sucked our wheels for about 10 minutes without ever coming to the front, when they thought they were Badass when they took off like a one legged Petacchi sprint, freaking Wheel Whores!!! Rob and I were juiced to catch them, even though we had agreed to keep it steady, but not fast. July didn't want to up the pace and so we kept it mellow, but then Rob must have seen me annoyed and he was like DUDE show Julie how fast you can catch those chumps. It felt great to spin it up and drop down to the 53x15 and catch those dude and blow by them in less than a minute. They were totally blown too, freakin' Whores!
Total ride time 4 hrs, though not including the bottle fill up in VF Park.
I know it sounds pretty petty, but still, some people in Philly who you'll pass and say hi to will latch onto your wheel, but you won't know it until 5 minutes later when you blow your snot ball and they yell like a WTF behind you and you're like Dude, WHY TF are you on MY wheel, you Wheel Whore! I hate those chumps, they'll probably be the death of me before any car. I'm all for giving people a nice draft off my lanky-ass, but still, at least ask permission or let me know.
Saturday night, one of my boys gives me a call saying that our new Sunday road has now magically become a Sunday mtb. ride. Good thing Buddy, Matt T. and Les inspired me the day before or else I would have said adios to the Sunday winter ride group, but alas I lubed up my 5 year old SRAM chain, found one of my camel baks and got ready to rumble. I was thinking it might turn into a death march ride as that's what our rode rides turn into and sure enough, 4 hours later, with a romp through Belmont Plateau, many trails and climbs through the "Wiss" and a ride back to the Art Museum and I was cooked, super cooked. Like hmm, is my calf cramping or is it just not happy to see me? It was a rocking ride with Christian, Dr. Colin, and Rich (italian stalion). I'm sorry to say there was no bike toss this time, though at one point when my chain was skipping like one of my ol' Beastie Boys remixes, I was tempted to at least threaten the bike it might get air. I had a great ride and was hooked again, though I need to fix that chain skip...
Plus you could NOT BEAT the Hotties running the Vally Green pathway on our ride back to Ridge Ave.
So total ride time this weekened was somewhere around 12 hours which blew my mind when I thought about it this morning, especially considering I helped my ex move out yesterday and that wasn't an easy task.
I have to admit that coming back home to a dark home at 10pm last night got me all choked up as I had almost gotten used to her having every single light on in the house (I'm serious, not being sarcastic) Plus I felt really bad knowing that my ex was going to spend her night in an unfamiliar place with unpacking still to do. Well at least she's now living in Rittenhouse Sq. and I'm still stuck in White Trizzo central, but at least I have a place I can call home, even if it feels less homely now. It was hard falling asleep last night, I had totally gotten attuned to her noises and by not hearing them made the house seem erie. Also it didn't help that the neighbors were vacuming at 11pm...
I have a new favorite track, it's by LCD Soundsystem, Tribulations is the name. I dig the bassline, it's almost the same as one I'll lay down when I'm rocking out for a while. As they like to say, "it's pretty catchy man!" http://www.emichrysalis.co.uk/mailers/lcd/player3/popup.html
Also for all you "Market Participants" hope y'all got your seat belt buckled as we are in for a ride this week.
Ride on!
-BC
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Wally World ain't all that Bad
Thanks to my bro who sent me this article talking about Wally World and another one of their energy saving ideas: http://ledsmagazine.com/articles/news/3/11/16?alert=1
Most people have been dissing Wally World constantly the last decade or so and might have ignored every headline the last year. IF anyone noticed, Wally Wolrd is now carrying organic food, selling flourescent lightbulbs (at pretty much cost) and coming to the forefront of corporations who become super energy effecient. Yes they still have a lot of shit to get together, though I'd like to think they at least are taking steps rather than just talking.
Most people have been dissing Wally World constantly the last decade or so and might have ignored every headline the last year. IF anyone noticed, Wally Wolrd is now carrying organic food, selling flourescent lightbulbs (at pretty much cost) and coming to the forefront of corporations who become super energy effecient. Yes they still have a lot of shit to get together, though I'd like to think they at least are taking steps rather than just talking.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
The Escalator
We have escalators in my building. I'm on them every day. Some days I'm on them every hour. My new firm has 2 offices in the building and it's quicker to take the escalator up to the second one, then taking a walk through my office to the other one. Everyday I fly up the escalator, taking 2 steps at a time. It's sick how fast I get upstairs, probably less than 5 seconds, yet most people kick back and enjoy the ride and I always wonder what's so good about a riding a Phunking escalator compared to having a few extra seconds to your life? Yes, I understand that some people may need a rest, but most people riding it are people who sit on their arse at the office 8-10 hrs. a day. AND yes I know it doesn't make too much of a difference, but still, at the end of my life, I would like to know I spent time enjoying life and not just going along for the ride.
On the cycling note. I'll be mc'ing the Guy's cross race this Saturday. I was planning on riding, but I didn't realize it's way the phunk out away from Center City Philly. It's ironic that Philly has the Nation's biggest Urban Park, but yet not a single cycling team is using it to stage a cross race (anymore).
So my ex-lady's moving out soon and that means I'll finally have a house warming party. I've yet to have one, even though I've been here over a year and a half now! I couldn't have one while she was here as she's not the rowdy type. So once it get's cold, think houseWarming party, OK?!
Oh Snap, forgot to tell you I did the ol' stupid ride every year or 3 this past Sunday. It was misting out, yet Weather.com called for gloom and doom any second. I was jonseing for a ride since I didn't get a chance on Saturday and so I began my normal ride out to VF.
I was warm and wet (like all the ladies get for Joey T now) until well past Manyunk and onto the beginning of the VF trail. By the time I hit Conshi (Conshohockon to all you non-phillies) I was getting chilly and so I decide to do my more typically hilly route on the road. So I deviated off the ever-safe bike path and did the winding route to VF. It was a smart decision as every time I went uphill I warmed up, though I totally forgot that the last mile or 2 before VF Park was all downhill. I FROOOZEEE, and when I hit VF park all I could think of was the electric hand dryer in the Men's bathroom at the park. I got in there and just stood in front of that thing for at least 8 minutes, just hitting it constantly trying to feel something again.
Finally, before I was actually ready to leave, some people showed up and since I didn't want to act like one of the many homeless so common in the Philly bathrooms, I decided to pack it up and get moving again. Man I was coooold, though i realized that since I hadn't ridden hard during the ride, that I had a lot of juice in my legs to try to warm up my core. I CRANKED it the first 8-10 miles or so out of the park, flying I tell you, absolutely flying. Like 53-15 going 90rpm flying. There was not a soul on the trail for the first time since last winter, it was great! Though I was still f'ing cold and couldn't back off the pedals, as soon as I straighten up to stretch my back, I would freeze again with teeth chattering and calves shaking. So I was still flying when I was coming into the Norristown train station area.
This area is always sketchy and this ride proved it ever again when on probably the only painted section of the whole 20 miles back to Philly I spun out my rear wheel and landed hard on the assfault (man I was pissed at myself!) I had been so attuned to avoiding all metal and paint when leaving the city, that when I actually was riding the trail, I totally forgot that I still might have to watch out for the dreaded Yellow Painted Line! So now I'm the gimpster again with another set of torn shorts and a busted hip. The swelling's gone down quickly and so it's looking like I'll avoid the Dr., but man, nothing like taking yourself out to make you feel like a dork! At least I now get respect in Sou Phil as I got that gangsta pimp walk down now.
Ride on!
-BC
On the cycling note. I'll be mc'ing the Guy's cross race this Saturday. I was planning on riding, but I didn't realize it's way the phunk out away from Center City Philly. It's ironic that Philly has the Nation's biggest Urban Park, but yet not a single cycling team is using it to stage a cross race (anymore).
So my ex-lady's moving out soon and that means I'll finally have a house warming party. I've yet to have one, even though I've been here over a year and a half now! I couldn't have one while she was here as she's not the rowdy type. So once it get's cold, think houseWarming party, OK?!
Oh Snap, forgot to tell you I did the ol' stupid ride every year or 3 this past Sunday. It was misting out, yet Weather.com called for gloom and doom any second. I was jonseing for a ride since I didn't get a chance on Saturday and so I began my normal ride out to VF.
I was warm and wet (like all the ladies get for Joey T now) until well past Manyunk and onto the beginning of the VF trail. By the time I hit Conshi (Conshohockon to all you non-phillies) I was getting chilly and so I decide to do my more typically hilly route on the road. So I deviated off the ever-safe bike path and did the winding route to VF. It was a smart decision as every time I went uphill I warmed up, though I totally forgot that the last mile or 2 before VF Park was all downhill. I FROOOZEEE, and when I hit VF park all I could think of was the electric hand dryer in the Men's bathroom at the park. I got in there and just stood in front of that thing for at least 8 minutes, just hitting it constantly trying to feel something again.
Finally, before I was actually ready to leave, some people showed up and since I didn't want to act like one of the many homeless so common in the Philly bathrooms, I decided to pack it up and get moving again. Man I was coooold, though i realized that since I hadn't ridden hard during the ride, that I had a lot of juice in my legs to try to warm up my core. I CRANKED it the first 8-10 miles or so out of the park, flying I tell you, absolutely flying. Like 53-15 going 90rpm flying. There was not a soul on the trail for the first time since last winter, it was great! Though I was still f'ing cold and couldn't back off the pedals, as soon as I straighten up to stretch my back, I would freeze again with teeth chattering and calves shaking. So I was still flying when I was coming into the Norristown train station area.
This area is always sketchy and this ride proved it ever again when on probably the only painted section of the whole 20 miles back to Philly I spun out my rear wheel and landed hard on the assfault (man I was pissed at myself!) I had been so attuned to avoiding all metal and paint when leaving the city, that when I actually was riding the trail, I totally forgot that I still might have to watch out for the dreaded Yellow Painted Line! So now I'm the gimpster again with another set of torn shorts and a busted hip. The swelling's gone down quickly and so it's looking like I'll avoid the Dr., but man, nothing like taking yourself out to make you feel like a dork! At least I now get respect in Sou Phil as I got that gangsta pimp walk down now.
Ride on!
-BC
Sunday, November 05, 2006
The East Coast rocking in Boulder
DUDES, did y'all see the podiums at the USGP in Boulder this weekend?
None other than Ms. Compton and Joey Thompson (u23). I know the DCCoD must be smiling knowing that their offspring are rocking the National scene.
Wowzas! http://www.cyclingnews.com/cross.php?id=cross/2006/nov06/xilinxcup06
Also this Friday I went with my ex-girlfriend/housemate to the Tug McGraw Cancer Foudation Shindig. Man oh man was it cool. The 1980 Philly World Series team was there. I even got to pee in the urinal between Mike Schmidt and Bob Boon(sp?)!!!
Also my ex-lady wiped out her table playing Texas Hold'em (her first time ever playing it) and she won the raffel at the end of the night and good ol' sports announcer Bob Costas announced her name. Nothing like hearing someone you know come out of the lips of Bob Costas!
Joined up with my cool mofo training buddies from last winter for a sweet 4 hr. ride today. It always amazes me how much faster a group can do a ride, than one done solo as it would have easily taken 4 1/2 if I had done it by myself.
Got the Guys' Racing party tonight at the Manyunk brewery. That should be a blast as I haven't caught up with my people for a while.
Ride on!
-BC
None other than Ms. Compton and Joey Thompson (u23). I know the DCCoD must be smiling knowing that their offspring are rocking the National scene.
Wowzas! http://www.cyclingnews.com/cross.php?id=cross/2006/nov06/xilinxcup06
Also this Friday I went with my ex-girlfriend/housemate to the Tug McGraw Cancer Foudation Shindig. Man oh man was it cool. The 1980 Philly World Series team was there. I even got to pee in the urinal between Mike Schmidt and Bob Boon(sp?)!!!
Also my ex-lady wiped out her table playing Texas Hold'em (her first time ever playing it) and she won the raffel at the end of the night and good ol' sports announcer Bob Costas announced her name. Nothing like hearing someone you know come out of the lips of Bob Costas!
Joined up with my cool mofo training buddies from last winter for a sweet 4 hr. ride today. It always amazes me how much faster a group can do a ride, than one done solo as it would have easily taken 4 1/2 if I had done it by myself.
Got the Guys' Racing party tonight at the Manyunk brewery. That should be a blast as I haven't caught up with my people for a while.
Ride on!
-BC
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