let's see, day off. So I have a house to clean. Dishes to do. Laundry, washer burns out, filling the basement with smoke. air out the house. Spend a chunk of the day doing legal documents for the Bicycle Coalition, something I've been blowing off for some time. Then off to the bank to set up accounts. Meet with the Principal at my son's school, regarding some punk ass kid that took his basketball- wrote his initials on it and claimed it was his. So I have to go in and be a dick, make demands, insult someone's ability to raise their kid, doubting the ball will be returned. Stop into the local bike shop to look for new cold weather gear, and maybe some rollers for the winter.... -don't ask. Then we get the call, as I'm heading to pick up kids, and drop one off at a birthday party (before heading off to the Bicycle Coalition meeting).
TWENTY FIVE DOGS COMING INTO THE RESCUE! FROM ONE F'ING PERSON!!! Ten adults, and THREE LITTERS of puppies.
I can't say it enough. IN GENERAL, OVERALL, PEOPLE ARE STUPID.
'I bought my dog from a pet store' - fucking moron. 'I bought my dog from a breeder' - clueless idiot.
Same person would drive a huge SUV, by themselves, to an Earthday event. Just don't get the 'BIG PICTURE'.
If that 'person' was at the vet as we did a quick change of plans, to pick up part of the problem they selfishly created, I serious think I'ld take them in back and beat them.
Seriously, enough idiots are not getting their collective asses beaten lately.
So we have four puppies now, house is past it's limit with six dogs.
I'm drinking the worst coffee I've made in a LONG TIME. Functioning on NO sleep.
So, if you're talking about your cute little purse dog, that you paid soooooooo much money for, and your friend slaps your $6 latte out of your hand and kicks your ass, it's not personal, you're just an idiot.
On a good note, the Principal actually drove over to punk ass kid's house, after phone calls were ignored, and retrieved the ball.
Some people really go out of their way to do the right thing.
well, I guess you could put Fatty in a box. For those akward quiet times at a party, "LOOK! I found a box! What's in it?" and out pops Fatty.
Or those end of the bad first dates, "Thanks for going out tonight, by the way can you grab that box over there?"
"yeah, that one"
"naw, you open it, go ahead"
then you quickly duck out in the midst of a distraction of awesomeness. Actually, I won a box of awesomeness. and I NEVER win. This win has probably used up any of my 'winning things karma', much to the disappointment of those that wish my paycheck was larger, that I could win the lottery.... I was happier than..... well, a pig in shit. Why? Because it's bike stuff. Great bike stuff at that!
I was worried they might 'disappear' from my porch, But there it was, IN ALL OF IT'S AWESOMENESS!!!
7850sl's (DURA ACE!) THEY'RE STAYING IN THE BOX! BECAUSE SOME HOW, SOMEONE IS GOING TO END UP WITH THEM!
So, here's a clipped photo, mmmmmmmmmm, yummy. The people at Shimano rock, thanks! And Fatty's pretty awesome too. So, I just haven't figured out how to share the love, I'm going to put them out for fundraising, but Ebay or a raffle.......
Another ANT BIKES! UNBELIEVABLE. LOVE the arched top tube. and the rack detail. AND COLOR MATCHED RIMS/RACK/FENDERS! The DETAIL. The third ANT in this city, guess this was built by the owner for his personal ride, but we all know how that goes. Another project starts, and room needs to be made. I get the bike itch REAL BAD SOMETIMES, but for now I'll keep Bella, and be a one bike guy.
Not a bike post. I've been staying busier than ever, didn't make Critical Mass/costume ride. I stayed up til 2 drinking and carving pumpkins. Things were as hard as a rock. SO, I broke out the power tools, much to everyone's dismay.
It's not very ECO friendly but the squirrels around here make quick work, of the trash, plants, etc, so some chain lube, and they remained untouched.
Halloween night was short due to the rain, and the party carried on inside.
Stoked 3. March 2011
Injustice for All. UAG, March 2011
Dead Presidents Lounge. January 2011
Last Call. Marketplace Gallery, December 2010
Send2 Show. UAG, November 2010
The Wine Bar & Bistro. November 2010
Dead Presidents Lounge. November 2010
Townsend Cafe. October 2010
unDead. UAG, October 2010
Townsend Cafe. September 2010
Members Only. UAG, August 2010
Danger!. UAG, July 2010
People's Choice. UAG, June 2010
Marketplace Gallery Fundraiser. May 2010
The Yellow Show. UAG, May 2010
ConTEXT. UAG, April 2010
Rosen Gallery. April 2010
SLICK. UAG, March 2010
Infinity & Beyond. UAG, Febuary 2010
ARTributes. UAG, January 2010
Small Works. UAG, December 2009
Art for Animals. Spencertown Academy, November 2009
Fresh Produce. UAG, November 2009
Myth Conceptions. UAG, October 2009
Tag! UAG, September 2009
Utopia. UAG, August 2009
Off the Wall. UAG, July 2009
People's Choice. UAG, June 2009
Vacant Artist Project. TNO, May 2009
Grand Tour. UAG, May 2009
Loose Threads. UAG, April 2009
Issues. UAG, March 2009
The Blue Show. UAG, Febuary 2009
New Beginnings. UAG, January 2009
Stokes Gallery Show, December 2008
50/50. UAG, December 2008
Futura. UAG, November 2008
Buried City. UAG, October 2008
Dream Wheels. UAG, May 2008
Dirt Rag/Rays MTB Park
-photo contest finalist
I sold my car. I ride my bike where
I need to go. I take pictures. I say dumb things when I manage to get one of my big feet out of my mouth. I'm
about 3 cases of beer shy of entering in the clydesdale class. Technology
challenged, a retro-grouch. Bad luck
follows me everywhere. Don't ride close, you might flat after me.
libertyonbikes (at) aol.com
This next year?
I swear I'll:
A. drop some weight
B. make a few more races
C. offend another ten percent
D. keep putting my feet in my mouth.
E. find a jersey that fits properly