questions that need to be asked?

1. How does Wes stay so tan?
2. Where would Byron go about purchasing as butterfly shirt? How much would it cost?
3. What kind of thrift store carries a full gold body suit?
4. How did Ricky D get a hotel room with a pole in it? Do you clean the pole yourself or leave that for housekeeping?
5. At what point does someone go from stupid to evil?
6. How many hours does Todd ride in a week? For that matter how many hours does Matty T (run forrest) ride in a week?
7. were bob Denver and john Denver related?
8. Did DT go on a cruise to turkey for his honey moon? What fox news show will do an in depth search on the mystery of his disappearing blog?
9. How the hell did Gary Fisher make the go kart final?
10. Is there a worse cyclocross racer in the world than me?
11. Is there a faster “I don’t race” guy than Rider X? Is that not the best nickname ever??
12. After SSWC does Buck own any shirts with sleeves? Or more than One Sleeve? (I wouldn’t)
13. What’s cooler than Orange Wool in the Summer?
14. Can you say VIVA LA France Jebbagger and LWeb?
15. What kind of jackass turns off his blogger comments by mistake?
16. Will the Real JT ever return to East Coast living?
17. Does anyone have more silver MASS medals the Bob ? Can someone please push him to that top step? (great job this year...)
18. Who has more camping stuff the Kerry Combs?
19. Why does my dog take my smelly shorts from the hamper, spread them out in the hall and roll on them? Does this mean my ass smells like ass? Any therefore my dog smells like ass?
20. Who wins a tag team match: Dan the man with Mr. T versus Mark the Shark with Rowdy Roddy Piper ?



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Grocery Shopping

I went grocery shopping tonight. Usually this is a tag team mission with my better half Diane. However tonight she had guitar lessons, and there was some special on TV with one of her favorite Dirty Hippies. So Alas I went on my own.

I like grocery shopping. I like buying food that I am going to eat, I like playing and singing in the aisles. I like looking at the people. Tonight flying solo, I felt a little weird. Regardless, I had my list and I was determined to get all of the items on it. One of the items was a spaghetti sauce with sweet peppers. I couldn't find one. This total hot chick comess up to me and says, "It's always tough to find the sauce you like." Which to me, and probably ever other happily married man in this world sounded like, "I want to have hot sex with you now." I mean, I smell bad, still have dirt all over my legs from my ride, and my arms are bleeding where briars have attacked me. How could she be thinking anything but, "me so horny! I gotta have this guy now." ?

Now look, I love my wife. She is the best. If she was here she probably would have pointed out this woman to me. However, I have to draw a borderline. I reply, "yeah, my WIFE sent me with a list, I gotta make sure I get the right stuff." She replies, "be a good boy. or else you have to come back." I find my sauces and carry on my way.

On the next aisle, the cereal aisle. I see the hot chick as she is looking over the vast selection of cereal. I figure, despite what the Fonz told Richie, nobody really tries to pick anyone up at the grocery store. So I figure she was being friendly, so I would be friendly back. I say, "Cereal selection is never an issue for me, I dig the granola." And the woman, who just five minutes go, I'm certain wanted to have hot sex with me, shoots a look at me like I was some kinda pervert or something. Like I was the devil himself. I have seen this look before. It was like high school. It was the look all the cool girls gave me as I walked down the halls, a grungy skaterfag. The look like, what are you doing on my planet. So I did what I thought was best in this situation. I farted. Oh it was a SBD (silent but deadly), but believe me, she smelled my wrath. All I wanted to do was pick up a few items at the store, instead I have a tragedy to tell.

I went home and told my wife the story. She laughed at me. "you jackass" she said, "here's a sandwich I got you for dinner. Now go get a shower and come sit with me." Yup, I am a lucky man, and I love my wife. Wouldn't know what I'd do with out her.

Rode fairhill tonight. It was fabulous. Trails were dusty but fast and fun. Despite living here, I was on the road so much last month I don't feel like I rode here much at all. Greenie Meanie, my John Deer Green Spot Brand 29er felt great, and the trails just flowed so well tonight. It was wonderful. Soul Cleansing for sure. For the first time since 7 springs, I even felt fast. Just for a few seconds, but there were a precious few seconds. Damn, that was good.

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grocery shopping spoiled forever by these two. 

the one and only Jebbagger 

Lisa Lisa at cross practice 

Notice the proper Single Speed Climbing Form 

Fitzy chilling with Ryder... 

Bubba was a friend of mine.

Saturday morning, I went to Bubba’s funeral. Originally I hadn’t planned on going. I am a selfish bastard after all. However, upon reflection, I knew how much Bubba’s family meant to me in my wrestling days, and I never thanked them. I wanted to pay my proper respects. I went, I cried a lot. It was tough. At age 25 I was not prepared to see a good friend pass, at age 33 I am still not equipped to handle the death of a contemporary. still don’t like it. I appreciate my brother Tim coming with me for moral support.

On the way out I saw Bubba’s mom. She hadn’t seen me in probably 2 years, she gave me a huge hug like she always does, and she told me I looked great, she told me I should come to the house to get something to eat. Amazing woman she is. Here she is about to bury her first born, and she’s worried about feeding me, someone she hasn’t seen in a couple of years. Amazing woman. I will call her soon.

The rest of the day I was pretty jacked up. Diane and I went to get something to eat, and I was crying my eyes out. Tried to explain the service, and some of the speeches folks gave. Bubba’s wrestling coach was the outstanding. The waiter looked at us really strangely and walked away. Diane made me smile by observing, “he either thinks I just dumped you, or you really like that frickin’ quesadilla…” I laugh loudly, one of those snotty, crying laughs. If you have ever laughed like that you know how rare and how great laugh that is. Needless to say I was pretty spent.

Diane and I rented some movies:

1. Guess Who with Bernie Mac- sucked. Really bad. Painful to watch.
2. White Chicks with the Wayans brothers- still sucked but better than Guess who
3. Sin City- very good, very dark. Good characters, just well done. If you ever saw the comic, you will appreciate it even more. This one was a Slick Rick Recommendation. Very well done. Kill Billish, but very tight. dark, really dark, but worth the watch, worth every bit of it...

 

photo by dennisbike.com- Sunday Morning,

Went for a run. I hate running but it was good to suffer, cleanse the soul a bit I guess. Then met up with Fort James and Slick Rick. We rode our cross bikes in a field at a park. People pushing their baby carriages or playing soccer or for the love of god speed walking would look at us strangely, as if anyone speed walking should look funny at anyone. We did some cross style efforts. They were short, and very fun. We rode tightly and it was very dicey. We had some sprint lines, and Fort James proceeded to take the first 4, we had to change the rules to make it more evenly matched, and then we shared the rest of the lines. Although I think Slick Rick took the Lions Share. This was hard, but I had fun. Soul not totally cleansed, but I do feel better.

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