drop the zero and get with the hero

Dear Readers,

My name is fatmarc vanderbacon. I once gave a gold star to robot boy.

I was out on a ride on my cross bike this evening. Fuck that bike just feels like a rocket right now. Down side is that I got no engine for it. I wish I did, because fuck the bike FEELS SO GOOD.

But I DIGRESS:

I was out on a ride tonight, and the last section a guy on a motor cycle came by me. He past kindly, and came around me, I jumped and tried to get to his wheel. It was a fools jump, and while I didn't make his wheel I did get feel the benefit of his draft or a few yards and then he pulled away. I sat up and rolled into the parking lot where I started my ride from.

Low and behold who should be in the parking lot but the moto man who passed me. I smiled to him and said, "hey man, thanks for passing nicely, I tired to jump onto your wheel and draft you for a bit."

He stood and looked at me, perched in the parking lot on his bullet bike eyeing me up and down, lit a cigarette, and nodded at me. Clearly, he was so much cooler than me, that I didn't deserve any of his awesome words.


Yeah, he was really THAT COOL. So much for the brotherhood of two wheels huh?

Okay, I'll admit that I'm on a Guided by Voice kick lately. I'm not apologizing, I'm just own it.





yeah, I'm kind of a geek. Monkey and I argued Wolverine vs. Batman at dinner tonight.
I'm not proud. But I am comfortable in my own skin...

get down with your badself:


thanks for reading.

 respect.
 fatmarc vanderbacon
 your team's mid pack masters rider