Me: "Yo Katie, what's up? how are you ? "
Katie: " pretty good all things considered."
Me: "Katie I got the sweetest deal. I found these super sweet cane creek carbon wheels with dugast tires on ebay, super cheap. I am so stoked."
Katie: "F- you Marc, F- you"
All joking aside, Katie was pretty bummed, she really loved her primus mootry. I was once a victim of bike theft myself. I was 13, it was my Stu Thompson huffy. I was super bummed because I had spent a summer cutting grass to save up and buy that son of a bitch. Yeah, it was a huffy, yeah it was $120 bucks, but at 13 that was a lot. I remember riding to the Castle Mall with my buddy DJ who was supposed to bring the lock. He forgot it. I said something like, "well, who'd want to steal my huffy anyway." Son of a bitch, not only did my bike get snatched, but I got my first lesson in irony that day too.
Sounds like Katie's sponsors, and insurance are rallying around her, and she should have some nice rides for the weekends Crank Brother Cups in Boulder. The folks at Primus Mootry are working hard to get her another frame too. That's nice. Viva la Katie...
(notice the super smooth opposite side dismount used by both e-town and wes the conqueror. This my friends is from the advanced cross class.)
Hey, to the dude or dudes who keeps coming to my sight to get picture/images of FFA to put in your spank bank, please stop. You are giving me nightmares, and really freaking me out. Yes, FFA is cute, but damn, she's my friend, a good friend, I get just a little creeped out with the "more FFA please comments." If you are looking for spank material, may I recommend drunkcyclist, Big Johnny has a nice collection for you. I had a blog idea that FFA didn't like too much, I offered to post every creepy email she gets from guys, on my blog. She said that wouldn't be nice, but I'm still hopeful to have the creepy email of the week feature soon.
(I really liked this shot of Erica and Betsy from Beacon)
In closing monkey and I had a banner crop of trick or treaters tonight. Kids are funny, when I was trick or treating, man you got one piece of candy per door. Now a days, I hold out the old bowl, and sure enough, all those little gobblins take handfuls. Even the cutest little kitten, or clown, punches their fist into my bowl and take handfuls. My favorite costume of the night was a couple of 15 year olds, who came as pizza delivery dudes, Jeff Spicoli Hawaiian shirts and all. Too bad it was a little ceasars box, their pizza sucks, now if they had had some Rosa's pizza I would have bartered for a little beer. Maybe next year fellas.
(pictures for this blog were taken from Dennisbike.com)
This shot is from Kevin' Dillard's Raw Gallery. I was so stoked when he included me in this gallery. So many really bad ass folks, and they you have me. Fatmarc, second cousin of Bibs the michelin man. The only thing softer is Charmin. I mean, I'm softer than Mr. Whipple.