cx season has begun.

time to hone your skills.

LGR has been.


[correct].

hope you have been too!


[incorrect].

best of show.

i don't want to write about bikes anymore.

uninspired.

i write this blog mostly for my own enjoyment, but also when i feel like i have something that i want you to know. about me, about the world, whatever.
i like when you guys leave me your thoughtful comments. whether we agree or not.

even though i am currently not interested in this thing i would like you, my loyal readers, to continue to enjoy this blog.
i sometimes contemplate deleting it, but i feel like i've put a bit too much into it to make it just disappear.

so i put together a few of my personal favorite posts from the annals for you to relive.
...or live for the first time, if you haven't been a longtime fan.

maybe this is a heartfelt plea from me to you, for a sign that it's all been worth it- and still is.
maybe it's a gimmick to keep your interest.
maybe i'm just trying to impress a girl.
who knows?

srsly, click on these. they are fun.
and i spent a lot of time looking them up.

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category: about me, bitches. REAL TALK.
-know what i hate?
-5 assholes.

category: the most truth i've ever put to (digital) paper. hardest thing i ever had to write.
-untitled.

category: best cuts at super rookie.
-it's funny cuz it's true.
-happy halloween.

category: trashing the local bike scene.
-(dis)approval.
-(dis)entertainment weekly.
-project runway 2008.

category: watching someone die.
-untitled.

category: best race report. ever.
-nothing but trouble.


whatever.

coming to a velodrome near you!

as part of the regular NSCx event presenting;

THE MIDWEST SINGLESPEED CYCLOCROSS CHAMPIONSHIPS!

open category.
60 minutes.
male and female champions will be crowned.

stay tuned for more info.

total awesomes.

circa 1987.

styling.
vans slip-ons/jams/avaitors/fingerless gloves/rat tail/color co-ordinated bike.

shirt matches bike/gloves.

all i need in this photo is a Louis Vuitton belt and i'd fit right in in Williamsburg today.

feel 'genuinely sad' if you were not this cool at nine years old.