got milk? got rythmn?

ok so it was on the bummer life but its well worthy of another look (merci G for makin me go back and watch it)

beat lightly

you pleb, no wait tube

one, two, three, four, five


6, 7, 8 , 9 , 10


11



12!




I make you laugh? I'm here to fucking amuse you?
What the fuck is so funny about me?

pure nice

Ah finally the second hand dura ace cranks i bought off someone arrived. Slightly scuffed but still lovely.

one more for luck

G, sorry Mishta Cobra, is worried my blog is getting a bit EMO kid so I've to lighten it up a bit. Hmm, he probably has a point. Before any lightening of the mood occurs, however, check this guy out:

Brave guy


P.S. In Monty Python fashion i want swearing at my funeral and 'Bright Side of Life' playing very loudly

sun is shining (sort of)

Feeling better today the sun was out but seems to have popped home for a late lunch now. I should point out that in my previous post i wasn't gutted based solely on Monday's ride it was just the icing on the cake. It's more that uni is almost over and aside from that final year panic about money/jobs/life in general I'm getting really frustrating marks. Due to the nature of my course almost everything we hand in to be assessed contributes to our degree which is good because it means less exams at the end but also hard as there is no way to gauge your performance until you get your work back. Last week i found out that i have got yet another 17 for a module, the third module i have at 17 now, which is a good result but only one mark off a first. So if i had managed to get one more mark in each of those modules i would have a quarter of my degree sitting at a first, which would be needless to say fucking a-mazing. However, as it stands I've come close but no cigar, damned frustrating.

a world of pain

I should have known it was going to be a bad day when we left 2 hours late after i ran about trying to find a seatpin long enough that it wouldn't snap my frame. Chris and i descended on Kirroughtree far later than intended but eager to get out and ride during the daytime, a novelty after months of cold nightrides. From the off Chris promptly pulled away from me, never a fan of first hills i wasn't too concerned but over the course of the ride i felt i was going backwards. Sweating out the haggis supper I'd consumed enroute i figured it would at least get better but it didn't. And when i struggle on the climbs i invariably get so fucked that come the descents I get (even) sloppier and fuck up lines all over the shop. Truth be told the most fun i had all day was riding Chris' new singlespeed which only has a front brake, it's the first time i haven't been keen to get my Rig back after playing on someone else's bike. After holding onto it as long as i thought gentlemanly (it was Chris' first ride on it after all) I got back on the 29er begrudgingly. I don't know what it is that went wrong but the last few rides I've felt the length of it more and more, constantly feeling I'm trying to reign it in which i know is far more attributable to my lack of riding style than the bike but i am starting to wonder if something smaller ie 26" wheeled would suit me better. I know i'd get thrown about more on long descents and feel weird climbing on it after the 29er but through switchbacks, up and down, and just being able to point and shoot i think i might get on better.

However, having said all that Chris' first ride on a singlespeed was excellent, he powered his way through climbs and the lack of back brake only served to make him faster descending. (it is fun everyone should try it) Longer climbs such as Tress may test him but to be perfectly honest i only think he'll need a handful of rides to sort out what's the best technique for him to get up long dragging climbs before he makes short work of them too. And with a possible 10 hour race this summer on his shiny ss steed it could be the start of a beautiful friendship.

As for my own riding the fault lies sqaurely between handlebars and saddle, i don't think it's really my fitness although it could be improved rather it's my riding in general has been woeful although yesterday was the worst ride I've had in over a year. Normally, assuming I'm moderately fit, i can keep geared riders in sight up and down but yesterday the only reason i saw Chris is because he was good enough to wait on me catching up. Gutted and demoralised, roll on summer.

helmets out

What a crazy week! My cousin wrote off his car, Carla's folks got robbed in Barcelona and me mate G got knocked off his bike. Luckily everyone is ok but it's scary how close we come to calamity everyday, so kids; seatbelts on, eyes open and helmets out.