This is definitely the year of christmas cookies/brownies/candy. I should never agree to do any racing in early January. The holidays are just to sickly sweet and calorie-rich. That coupled with my complete inability to ride outside has left me with the feeling that all my muscle mass has been replaced by chocolate and butter. Doesn't help that my self control is non-existent in this arena. I don't eat a cookie. I eat every single morsel in sight. At once.
This inspired me to ride to the gym yesterday instead of driving, which I probably shouldn't have:
That was fun.
There's a new Suberbike in town. Project '10 ("turning it up to 11"). Eric spent a few weeks with his machines and torches, trapped in a loop of ultra-heavy metal, and this is what crawled out of the bog when he finished.
Blacker than the blackest black. Times infinity.
Aaron wishes he could ride something so scary.
The Euro Sixes are an extremely flashy affair, so the bikes got a bit of sparkle to finish them off.
Actually they got a bucket of sparkle. Sparkle Motion.
And now for something non bike-related.
Found this gem a few days ago, the new video from Auckland/Portland's Mint Chicks. So strange I feel like a epileptic fit's coming on about halfway through, but can't turn away.
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