Monday, August 25, 2008

WHO DAT NINJA!!!!

bikes been in the same spot for ten days now, kinda likin it that way right about now. Maybe I'll hit it up in a couple weeks just to show it some love. Thought about gettin the new SRAM red group since big mike at East Coast was gonna hook a kid up but now I'm just thinkin to save the money so I can blow it in a couple weeks out at interbike. Saw some serious "who datt" walkin down colley ave today. JW, missin havin you out here guy. No one gets it when I bust out a "WHHHOOOOOO DISSSSSSSS" anymore.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Camera is coming

I have been instructed that pics are necessary so I guess I gotta go get one. Big ups to Tkarnes on killing it up in PA!

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Fresh Stock

So school is getting back in session on monday, making this week and next are the best that life has ever seen. Be it a cliche or not, freshmen ladies are awesome. They have not yet been tainted by the freshmen 15 and are just coming into freedom from leaving the shroud of parental protection. Next week is the continuance of craziness since every click in the college arena attempts to throw the biggest parties to show how awesome they are. All of these will be attended due to the fact that the first week of school is a joke and there is no excuse for not going out.

This (insert some synonym for ludacris) combination leads to the best parties of the year.
As well their is a new group to chill with. It is kind of ridiculous how this school is made up of 15,000 students but by the end of the year I seem to be going out with the same people and no one is ever new.

Elliot "Flava Flav" Craddock, this week coming up is the reason you must go to college! You have two weeks of greatness with no rules and non-stop "WHO DISSSSSSSSS."

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

perspective

Its kinda funny how when your a kid and your parents tell you how much better it is to give then recieve and you call then jokers for being so wrong. But when you grow up (and by no means does this imply that I am growing up/maturing) you start to realize more joy in the giving because you know that you have done something for someone else.

I have been extraordinarily fortunate in everything from oppurtunities I've had to resources (money) that may or may not have been provided by my parents. So there isn't really much that could be given that would really make me happy. I mean should someone happen to turn over a 48" plasma, I'd shit my pants but nevertheless I find much more joy in the act of giving.

As well bikes are my escape from reality, I absolutely love riding and spending time talking about racing and all the cool crap I'm getting for my bike that will make it 6 pounds. So when I get the oppurtunity to mix the two by giving time or parts of bike stuff to friends, I relish the moment. A few years ago I was able to put together a project bike for a roomate that took a ridiculous amount of my time in researching cheap parts and great deals such that someone else might have the choice to participate in what I consider to be such an awesome sport.

Tonight was such an occasion, your friend and mine TKarnes has just gotten back from the west coast were he blew it up hincapie style at Nats. Being that he flew back and left his bikes with the team he would have been without a ride for the next three or so weeks. Being that I have two bikes that are indeed ridiculous to have for the purpose of training I knew that I could help him out and put him together a ride so he can go destroy the heat of the summer training crit tomorrow night.

The kid had a great time out in chesapeake throwing Tkarnes bike together while we got eaten alive by bugs in the garage and his mom made brownies and cookies for us, which were ballin. An hour and a half later he's back in business, can't wait to get out there tomorrow night and race . As well to watch Tkarnes and see if he figures out SRAM quick enough to sprint in a race. A word to the wise is not to be on his wheel since a likely ghost shift or two will not bode well for putting down power.

apologies to G-lover

I must apologize to glover, I don't in fact speak for him. My intention was to stick up for the carolina fan. I don't know who the hell jeff lebo is because he played before my time of existence. Jim spent time hating on Carolina fans so something had to be done. Either way UNC crushes Navy. Apparently, due to the comment, he has great hair so I must relegate him into the category of awesomeness and will spend mucho hours on researching the greatness that was Jeff Lebo.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

I have ESP

So in my last real post (not counting history is for losers) I make some bold predictions as to how things go down for me in races. Well I must have ESP because that is exactly what happened. Down at the Chesapeake crit today I found myself in a great position on the starting line and got a great clip in which leads to being on the front. I didn't really gun it hard or anything but on the backstretch I look back only to see that I am by myself, alright time to go I guess. So two or three laps later I get brought back which is kinda a bummer since I felt pretty good up front and all doing a strong pace but no no, not to be had. The race itself was pretty boring, no real slowdowns or searing acceleration, just a steady 26.5-28 ish pace that allowed for four wide in tight turns and some jokers par-taking in said activities. Which leads me to wonder why "teams" of 10-15 riders in a race do not do more work to clean up races like this, I mean what's the point of wearing the same goofy ass jersey every race if there is no assemblance of team racing action. I digress, this race was asking for a crash being how turns were taken and the number of jokers that were red-lining the piss outta themselves while not riding wheels. This simple fact made it difficult to grow a pair of balls and move up. With one to go I was chillin about 20th ish goin into the second turn when a sweet move was pulled a couple wheels up, some baller status rider has learned to go through turns without looking while riding in the middle of the pack. Sweet move until he realized that it would be easier for him if he did look at the turn. This change of heart caused mayhem in the pack that resulted in the dude in front of me eating a curb. I got checked up and then sprinted back on to the group finished somewhere back of mid pack. Later on in the 1-2-3 race I got to watch Keith "BAMF" Johnson bridge up to one tough bitch who had been by himself for 10-15 laps. These two guys just rolled on through to the finish while the field kept attacking each other, pretty cool to watch, must suck to sit in on. Anyways, tomorrow is sleep day, prob sleep til like 3 pm then get up and pretend to study for the final on monday, sweet life

Friday, August 8, 2008

History is for losers Jim

So I did in fact google Jeff Lebo in order to indulge Jim and his anti-semitic comments towards g-lover geno and myself. And my response to this is who the hell cares who jeff lebo is, does this in fact determine ones allegiance to the university? I think a resounding NO is in order, in fact I would like to add in that a knowledge of the universities academic milestones are more appropriate for determining one's fanhood. That deing said Jim who was the first student to attend UNC, for which the oldest dorm on campus is named after? HA! and no google for you either!
By the way Jeff Lebo was a nobody in Carolina's history, he played from 86-89 so really that was like the dark ages for carolina where the team was stuck between the end of the Jordan era and before the ballin 1993 team that won THE championship. In Chapel Hill if you don't win it all you are a joker, besides wikipedia didn't even list him as a notable, so that solves it. DONE

Chesapeake Crit

CAN'T COME SOON ENOUGH!!! after racing without my head on straight wednesday night I'm ready to get back on the bike and crush it. Then again being that it is my first race as a 4 I am trying to decide what approach to take. One part of me wants to play it conservative and sit in the whole race to watch things unfold, but that is a terribly small part of me. I am more inclined to go from the gun and blow up spectacularly. This thought process has been more akin to my season so far, I mean I would rather have five laps of glory off the front by myself (slash half a lap at 5 seconds up) than sit in, something about it just gets me everytime.

Oh yeah I realize that at this point J-dub is prob the only person reading but if anyone else is there I gotta SRAM group fo sale, hit me up.

Finals Exams? no way let's start a blog

So I'm blaming J-dub for this shenanigan. I should be studying for finals tomorrow, but F that I've always been one to delay this kinda crap as long as possible. Why study anyways, shouldn't exams be about what you know from the information that you retained from class discussion directly and not what you wrote down and crammed into your head only to be discarded at a later date? I've always been a big fan of the pop quiz on class discussion cuz I always nail that shit! Anyways, off to go not study