nice people creep me out...

Altitude is one thing. Sun is one thing. New cities are one thing. However, random people being nice is something a longtime portlander has a bit of trouble getting used to. Couple of days ago, we're walking down the street, minding our own business, and this guy sees my chrome bag and says "hey, you going to critical mass?" uhm, wasn't planning on it. "oh man, you should because bla bla bla my name's aj, bla bla bla welcome to Colorado, bla bla bla yea portland's pretty cool, bla bla bla bla bla." Jenny and I are a little taken aback, so we seek shelter in that great homebase of all anti-socials: the bar. Granted this is a wine bar, but still, a bar. We fend off the nice waiter and get our drinks. and not 5 minutes later another random is going "bla bla bla, yeah welcome to colorado, bla bla bla, i love bikes, bla bla bla isn't wine just the greatest? bla bla bla bla bla bla."

Can't seem to get away from it. The baristas are nice, the waiters are nice, the shop clerks are nice, and everyone just wants to say hi and check on how your day is going. Like a bunch of happy white folks with great tans skipping around like idiots. What. The. Hell.

I guess sun deprivation really does make portlanders a little more surly than everyone else. Although LA boasts just as many self-important weiners as PDX and they get plenty of sun... So maybe it's the air? Maybe there's something in the water? Maybe we're just really, really good looking? Idunno.

DT

we're here, and yes, they have whiskey on tap

So we made it to sunny Colorado Springs, cat in tow. Still trying to unpack our lives from the boxes covering our apartment floor, so we've been avoiding it almost entirely by "getting to know the area." Turns out we're 3 blocks from a sweet coffee shop 4 blocks from a great bar, and 5 blocks from everything else you could possibly need. Our back yard is the CSprings version of the Springwater corridor. Exept ours is 42 miles long, goes through the center and way out of town from north to south, and you never have to cross a street. I know. Sweet. Still looking for jobs, still trying to figure everything out. Fortunately everyone from the OTC is at Track Worlds, so I've got a bit of time before the big hurt starts.

Altitude sucks. I feel old and fat.

DT

pre-drive panic

So we're headed off to CSprings on Saturday and it seems like nothing is done. Mostly because we don't have much stuff, aside from clothes and bikes, so seems like we've been packing alot less than we should. Safe to say that moving sucks the big one. Hate, hate, hate.

Jenny and I are both sick. The sucky thing about having great friends is every night another group wants to take you out and celebrate one last time late into the night.

Anyone seen my iPod? I haven't. I'm this close to tears. THIS close.

one for my homies...

Found this little nugget of history on FGG.

From behind the iron curtain, an original Takhion:

Apparently found its way to an apartment in Boston.


Konstantin Khrabtsov, Champion of USSR on the freakmobile.

I had heard that a couple of these hack jobs still existed, but this is the first one I've ever seen. Bars welded to the top of the fork crown. Only kilo riders and team pursuiters could ever be dumb enough to ride something like this. Totally mental. Super ergo.

linkgasm

enjoy

BIKERFOX!

Malkovich, malkovich, malkovich!

Anyone want to mess with Svein Tuft?

I don't. He looks like a certain actor's meaner big brother...

Looks like the best glasses on this great green planet earth are no longer made by Nike. Now they are made by Oakley. Initially I was bummed when Nike announced the Vision department was getting dumped in the scrap heap, but now not so much. I've been hounding Norrene for years to get Oakleys for the team and I finally get my wish. They're stepping up in a big way to help us out, and I'm psyched. Why? Because I can finally get Asian Fit glasses. I think this makes me more charming and better at math, right ping pong? Or maybe I just like nachos more? I don't know. Stay tuned.

Speaking of Oakley...

This is David Zabriskie's mustache from last week times five. This turns it up to eleven. First person who gets me a pair of these is my new best friend. I know that's not really very inticing, but seriously. DO it.

Been a bit of a long week(s). Beers anyone?

DT

context is for suckers

This pile rolled into the shop yesterday, falling apart the day after it was purchased.

And yes, it says "god save the queen" on the chainstay.

Are the white belt and ironic t-shirts included, or do you have to get that separate?

And hey, if London's not your bag, that's cool cause you can also get the New York track-bike freestyler-esque Dart-mobile.


In the words of BSNYC, take a last drag and swing your leg over the fashion express! DT

climb into the hurt box and have a look around

O face of the day goes to Meatball. Once again, making us all look stupid, Friedman spent all day in the break at Het Volk and finished 12th. That's right. 12th. Het Volk. Friedman. Taste the future.

DT