2010

Not riding until it stops raining.

Trashing my body and my garbage can

About two weeks ago I crashed on a routine ride before work in the Berkeley hills. The road was wet and as I came out of a turn, my front wheel slipped out. I slid across the road, painting it red with my elbow.



A nice woman who saw me on the ground drove me to the ER in her Mercedes which I bled all over. I had to get eight stitches in my elbow and and about ten in my lower lip which looked (and tasted) like raw hamburger. And some other scratches here and there.

Blake took this the day of. He was riding with me but about 30 seconds back because he'd stopped to talk to guys coming off a cross trail. When he rolled up, he thought I'd been hit by one of the cars on the scene.



I bought a new trash can and have to throw out the old one. I'd gradually covered it with visitor stickers from my messenger days. Everyday I'd stick on what was left in my pocket. It will be sad to toss it but these things always are.

Lately I've been seriously considering going back to messengering part time. I miss it.

tandem skitch up Steiner

After work today I had to ride up Steiner. Blondie said he'd come along. As he turned onto Steiner from Fillmore I heard him yell "card board pirates, cardboard pirates!". (The pirates are the dudes that stop by the shop in trucks, top heavy with their catch, to pick up bike boxes and other cardboard we've left in front, playing their part in the retail eco-system. )

photo taken from Brian_Brooks on flickr. actual SF cardboard pirate.

Instinctively I looked back towards the shop expecting to see some after-hours piracy but he kept yelling. When I looked ahead I saw him sprinting up to one of their vast ships.

Long story short, we both ended up epicly skitching all the way up Steiner hanging onto the same cardboard truck. You should have seen it. I thought about taking a picture, but didn't want to die.

Keep Tahoe Blue

I rode around Lake Tahoe last weekend with Blake and Oliver. Towards the end I started yelling at them to get a photo of me skitching something. Thanks guys.







Very good times.

A flat

Riding home from work, flying out of the Broadway Tunnel. Turning onto Columbus I got a flat. I decided the best thing to do would be to stop at a bar and fix it as I sipped a beer. It worked out well.

I met an interesting character who loaned me a pump that was kinda broken but gave me enough air to get going. Can't believe I didn't have a flat repair kit on me. I sell them all day.

All I had was a sticker patch kit. No extra tube.

Always love this view, riding down this street. I'm flying down Columbus.

Crackhead cyclocross course on my beater

Went down to the marina this afternoon to "work" on the super secret Kling Clang Cross course with Blake. Hard to ride out there on my old messenger road bike with SPD-SL shoes and pedals. I'm thinking about getting a cross bike so I can race this year. I heard they cost money though, which sucks. I'll need to get some of that.



Got fourth place in the crit a few weeks ago. It was fun to get out there. I could have raced a little bit smarter at the end, but oh well.

some things in my life
are going to shit
but i just got
thee best skitch

five minutes ago down telegraph at 50 miles per hour on a perfect truck.