Big Bikes

Oh Crap, This is Turning Into a Blog

At least this week it is, Usually it's more like Crazy Uncle Thom's Disjointed Story Hour (or three). I'll be back soon enough, just as soon as those ninety whatever kids have their frickin' bikes.

We dropped another thirty or so today, I've got a box truck with another forty plus sitting out front of my house (by the time you read this it will be long gone, so don't even think about coming over to steal them you ingrates).

I've been driving everyone at the shop nuts with my demented Santa's work shop routine. They'll be psyched when I finally clean up all the organ donor bikes which have been underfoot for the past week and things return to something like normal.

Oh yes, photos from Highbridge, they are from a wicked pro dude's site, so I'm not going to "borrow" them and post them (they are so good I may have to buy some though). They are about the best event photos I have seen. So accustomed to the "Hey it's me looking like a douche bag riding through the start/finish area in a field with my race number clearly visible so that it is very easy for the lazy photographer to later organize the images". Seriously, these shots are dope. They really capture the craziness of the terrain.

Question. How sleep deprived do you have to be before it is illegal to drive a motor vehicle? Can they test for that? Maybe it's more performance or results based. "Officer, there was no way I could avoid hitting him". "Sir, you hit an apartment building". "He cut me off".