Daily (or there about) Weblog from 117 N. Washington

Just got back from the thursdaynightride! Ben and I took single speed bikes tonight. Departed to the east to meet the west river trails, which was in excellent condition. Ben rode the 28c T-Serv shod Swobo Sanchez on the dirt and I rode the Swobo Folsom, super motard style with 1.75 Michelin Country Rock on the pavement. Yeah we know that were riding on opposit spectrums of what the bikes were made to ride on. A dirt bike on the street and a street bike on the dirt? Try it sometime, you'll see. It was pretty simple to deduct that with the right tires and the experinced rider that you can ride almost any kind of bike on almost any kind of terrain. Besides having a great ride we saw some great sights. My favorite was coming down the westside bike path at around 9:20. Coming at me, a fruitbooter, on the cell, wearing sunglass, Stumbles on the expansion crack and damm near clips me going by. At the same time I am coming up behind a really slow jogger. I swerve left, jogger leans left and damm near clips me going by! and.., I lightly brushed the boulvard made of bushes on my left coming back onto the path. That was really good stuff! !!!SPECIAL ANNOUNCMENT!!! For one week only. If you show up at OOOBS between the hours of 6:30 pm and 10:30am and we know you. For every beverage you drink, you have to do something with a bicycle of our choice. Smokers are also included. Speaking of bicycles,booze and drugs. ARTCRANK reopens at Art a Whirl Fri.night. This is your last chance. (go)

QOD: "Morphine in the morning?" Sorry...

Wow! it has been a cupla rough weeks here at OOOBS. The weather is finally breaking into some form of spring and the bikers are coming out in droves. There have been a number of wedniterides for the record books. A month or so ago I recall someone saying that the WNR is a dying thing of the past. well, whomever that was obviously aint been to the bandshell on a wednite recently. Last week was the return of BrauerPower from his jaunt west. Now, the two weeks beforehand saw some dying things of the past come out from hibernation, one week was a bunch of dads and a couple of "mothers" everyone hangin on til the wee hours. Same thing the following week but a completely different crew, minimal attrition, everyone holding out for the last stop at Cuzzys. Then BP came back to town and its been all downhill, or down the hatch, from there. The Brauer reunion ride just happened to correspond with the "wake Rollin up at 6:30 thursday morning for his b-day breakfast" ride. So what else was there for us to do then ride all night till the Colossal Cafe opened. Now we didnt actually ride the whole time, we had a few pit stops. After BP decide to baptize himself in a crick somewhere over Bryn Mawr way, we had a brief stop at #17 (CRC HQ) for some dry drawers and the evenings second bottle of Jamo. Some more braaaping into downtown for a quickie derby at "the worlds smallest", and the fates directed us once again, for the third week in a row, to Cuzzys. (sans the bottle rockets this week). Then it was closing time and there were 6. With a few brau and the second CRC sponsored bottle of whiskey in our bags it was decided we indeed did not have enough to get us through til the dawn. So a pricey carryout was procured and off the six (Hurl, Mac, BP, T-Bone Clayton, Dobie Gillis, and myself) went to the river to find a spot for a fire. A warm blaze, some "water of life", a cupla brauen, a few swings of the bat, and what do you know...its 4am ish. We ended up pointing toward the Rachel ghost bike next. We lost T-bone at this point, I think, and this is also where Hurlio began to lose his balance. We made it to the ghost bike off of West River Road in time to kill the rest of the beer and catch the beginnings of a beautiful May 1st sunrise. As we came up off the bluff to head to the B-Day ride, keeping in mind we have been riding and drinking and carrying on now for 9+ hours, we run into a Pagan May Day sunrise celebration. Yup about 150+ freaks dressed in different white outfits with bells and fire and music and dancing and the fully loaded ready to commit to rehab remnants of the WNR. Welcome back Brauer, we planned this feak show just for you! I have a video of the events that I will try to link to this post if I can figure it out. So anyway we make it to the breakfast b-day ride, eat and hit the road for home. It was 9am and I had left the house 12 hours, three scabs, and a years worth of liver damage earlier. Kelly Mac had left to go directly to work and the last I saw of Hurl and Brauer, they were headed for another twinner and to go search for lost items. Then there was this week. Brauer suggested I throw out an Alley Rally call, Ziegle (punk ass bitch) throws out the call for dirt, and of course doesnt show. (at home ironing his khakis). So we are riding a bunch of dirt and alleys along the creek when I get the call from my afternoon drinking partner B-Rad--- "dude, meet us at the sunrise". well. we were right there.... We roll, literally, into the bar to find B-rad Karnage, and Gene waiting for us with a plethora of pitchers, burgers, and fries. We consume more than we need to, and decide to head down to the falls for a fire. We still have a number of roadies in our bags and my headache has only blinded me in one eye, so I was down for pretty much anything. As we are ripping along the creek headed to the big fire pit, GeneO decides to pull a "ZiDOH!", he did'nt quite make it into the drink but did come up with a little finger pointing in a direction it shouldnt have been. (Im not talking about at a cop either) Having seen a number of dislocation injuries like this in high-school sports, i drop my bike and prepare to snap it back into place. Low and behold before I could get there our fearless leader and bad manager had snapped it back himself. Got to the fire-pit, some whackos already had a blaze going, there was some whacko antics that are kinda blurry, and this is getting to be a bit of a long post so we'll save that for a loading dock story time in the future. Oh yeah, Wed afternoon the shop was graced with a visit from avid cyclist and Hollywood superstar Mork from Ork. I missed the sighting, but sources say he was super cool talked with everyone in the place at some point, had lunch, played with Triker and bought a nice amount of "stuff". I found it hard to believe that not single person directed him toward the basement, nor did anyone bother to invite him on the WNR. Oh well, we'll just have to wait for Lance to come around. Is that enough updating for you Yafro? I have to get back to work (reading) now, so remember to drink your milk and keep it rubber side down. See you Wednesday! I do believe it's time to earn the annual Ziegel Scout "Home Invasion" merit badge. Nanu Nanu! ---Z-mentia (cz)

hey! the new phone book is here! but its got the wrong number for me... oh well (rs)

Sheesh. Somebody needs to update this thing so I guess it will have to be me even though I got nothing good. I actually got to see the dead skunk on my ride into work this morning. Usually you just get to smell them. What else? Is it still snowing in Minnesota? There's only two seasons out here, spring and fall. I can barely tell them apart. Or you could look at it as Red Sticker and Green Sticker seasons. Depends on your 2 wheel preferences. -Yafro