Another day, another 50 cent piece?

Doesn't roll off the tongue quite as nice does it, but that is the true reality of life these days, nothing ever comes easy anymore. As I sit here at work trying to figure out how to help the company, I'm bored. I can't think of a great... anything. Trying to think of ways of attracting attention to the company, and lets face it the only way I know how to get attention is by getting really drunk, getting naked and then urinating on someone's pillow case. I don't think that is a great social image for the old business.

In bicycle related stuff I'm trying to come up with a simple paint scheme for a limited edition frame and fork. The only color that runs through my dome is HOT PINK!!! I love that color. I'm thinking of masking it to make pink ovals all over the frame set. Not sure yet.

NOt sure yet brings up another idea, who the fuck do I vote for this year. Holy shit the pickings are slim. Not much that I want to associate myself with. I think I would be better off if Jesse Custer told me to go fuck myself.

If you haven't read this comic I suggest that you do. It is awesome. You'll get my go fuck yourself hint. As comics go this is the one that started me into the comic world and it is in my eyes one of the best things ever written. Other ones that I suggest are Transmetropolitan, Y- The Last Man ( make you cry at the end),

and "The Boys". I shouldn't have to mention the "Watchmen" you should of read that already, and if you haven't I hope you get raped by a bunch or free roaming silverbacks. Why Silverbacks you ask because it's what you need for turning your back on a literary work of genius because it was a comic. READ IT!!! 

Well I got to go return some VHS tapes. 

This is not my home, How did I get here?

It's been awhile since I posted. I haven't been able to find the passion, or I get all worked up about what people will say. Well a bullet and a shovel will solve everything as I always say.

First things first I got a new gig going on. I am working for the Torelli Bicycle company and let me just say it has been fun and stressful all in one. Somedays it is just as easy as punching a stranger in the face, other days it is more stressful than taking the keys away from your drunk friends at a house party.

 "I'm good man see I can balance a beer in one hand while I talk to you." Actually had a friend say that to me. Back to work; I work on frames and I'm helping develop new products as well as talking to customers all day. It is pretty much a dream job.

Speaking of dream jobs there is a group out there called Thought You Knew Pinups that is putting together a rad female cyclist centric pin-up calendar. I'm not sure how I feel about this. I like the idea of more women feeling comfortable in the cycling world considering there is more sausage in this industry than a Oktoberfest celebration, but doesn't seem kind of sad that women have to flaunt what they have to get some attention, or treated equally. To me it seems like it takes a step backwards. Don't get me wrong combining my two favorite things bicycles and women is a great thing and I'm all for women being proud of their bodies, but it seems hypocritical. Maybe I'm just a dumb male that does not fully grasp the strange dichotomy that is a modern day american women.

Speaking of american women, check out this video.

Take away that person's license and that girl with crutches is bad juju. Do not stand next to her, you might die.

Well I got shit to get done and I hope that I at least start making this a weekly habit, much like my other love interest.

Really is it that bad?

So I had my bicycle, the Jake the Snake, stolen last Thursday as I sat in my accounting class. I came out to find nothing. My bike was locked up in a way that prevented pedaling of the bicycle. The first thing that ran through my head was anger. I know what a shocker. I went on an hour walk around Fullerton and I believe I just scared some homeless guys into moving to another city.

The next thing that went through my head was sadness. That bike was my first geared bike that I bought when I got back into bikes. I rode it at least twice a week on the Fullerton Loop. I used to do back to back loops and the only time I did four loops in a row was on the Jake. That bike was raced on by me, and Beatriz Rodriguez. She actually won races on it. When I stopped riding it as much, my girl, Jenna used it as a commuter to get to school and work. With me going back to school I rode it everyday. It brought back memories of friends that I met while on that bike and ones I made because people were in awe of the bright safety cone orange bicycle. The sadness came from the fact I felt like I was reacquainting with a long lost friend. I jammed through downtown Fullerton once again and felt safe because I had my trusted steed under me. When it was take from me, all those feelings seemed ripped apart, just one more time I would have to hold on to the memories and not the physical item. One more time that something that was important to me was taken and I am left with just my mind.

But really is it that bad? It was a possession, a physical item, that can be replaced. I still have my Girl, my dog, my house, food, all my limbs, a family that loves me and friends to hang out with and talk to. I have friend that within hours of me posting the loss, let me borrow my old fixed gear bike, that I sold to him, to run around town on. I have two other bikes to still go on rides with. I feel bad for making a big deal out of it considering that others have had their bikes/cars stolen and that was their only form of transportation. I still have other forms.  I feel like it is wrong for me to be upset considering all that I still have.

But then I think fuck that. Fuck that. I am pissed who is/are these assholes that feel that it is okay to take something that I worked for. I didn't get paid in cash at the bike shop when I purchased that bike. I was paid in parts and the first few months were all dedicated to that bicycle. I watched as others rolled their bikes out everyday, while my bike sat in the window and couldn't go home with me for weeks. I would have to test ride every other bike and build them and fix them, while my bike just sat there. I worked my ass off for that and some chump just walked up and took it. I want to hurt them. I want to break their legs, put them on the bicycle, find a really long hill, put a rope around their neck, and attach it to a car going 12-15 mph. Start going up the hill so they have to pedal with broken legs or die by a drag hanging.  I want to make them work all the hours I did to get that bike, then give them nothing in return for it. I know I know I'm a vindictive asshole. Stop saying it, it is becoming way too cliche.