On Loan

A big thank you to Kenosha Velosport which has set me up with a loaner bike for the rest of the season. Nothing like a 50th Anniversary Paramount with full Campagnolo Record to help take some of the sting out of the loss of my bike. Come on down on to the Washington Park Velodrome on Tuesday the 21st to cheer My Bad Ol' Self and the rest of The Purple Skeletons on in our biggest track race of the year. We'll be competing in The Bob Pfarr Classic - a grueling 150-lap Points Race. Info on the track can be found here - racing starts at 7 with the Main event getting under way around 8ish.

The seats are free, but you got to bring your own beer.

A Little Pick Me Up

Shakin' Like Bacon

Toosday evening I had visitors in the back 40 of The Rusty Tool Shed. While the one in the tree was distracting me, the one one the ground was shooting lasers out of it's eyes at me - so help me God, LASERS! Luckily I'm still alive - most likely due to my almost inhuman reflexes.

Wednesday evening I went for a little trail ride on the trails of Tosa Town. Regina has been saying that she wants to be a member of The Local MoFo's so I gave her a tour. Now I'm just checking her references and awaiting her $1000 joining fee to clear then she's in as a probationary member.

CupCake was also on hand for the ride. He says he's also waiting for Regina to send a $1000 check his way. He's threatening to gank her pink SS if it doesn't show soon.

In other news - my track bike was spotted by Co0o0op last evening at about 61st & Silver Spring. He gave chase in his vehicle, but the F'Stick gave him the slip. The local cops have been notified of this development and are looking for the bike.

Keeps Comin'

The CaCa keeps on hitting the air impeller device for me lately. Still no word on the whereabouts of The People's MiniVan. Still no sign of my track bike. I just know some ghetto punk is strutting around wearing my skinsuit. And to add it on, my commute to work is not without it's perils. Good thing I still got a few more bikes to ride.

A Little Pick Me Up

APB

Today whilst I was as at work in a place I'm growing to despise for my ever-shrinking paycheck, some F-Stick stole The People's MiniVan right out of the parking lot. While I'm not overly attached to the van itself, my custom Gunnar track bike was inside of it. If you see it call me and call the local authorities. Seriously.

How It Went Down.

With the 6th of July firmly upon us, it's time to give some of the details of what transpired on the 4th. It started with 30+ folks and their crappy bikes showing up at The Rusty Tool Shed where tongues were whetted with only the finest in malted grain beverages. After an hour or so of that, we saddled up and made our way to the Wisconsin State Fair grounds where a security guard tried to tell us we couldn't park all of our bikes just where we were planning to park all of our bikes. I informed her that we WERE going to park our bikes where we wanted. She was so charmed by My Bad Ol' Self that not only did she relent, she also took our group photo. Upon securing our seats in the nosebleed section of the grandstand, another security guard warned us repeatedly to turn down the volume on Santa and to stop enjoying ourselves so much. She also seemed immune to my charm and to my very thinly-veiled insults. I think she's a very lonely person on the inside.

Ooooooooooh! Aaaaaaaaaaah! That's my faaaaaaaaaavorite kind! (these are the well known sounds of folks enjoying fireworks, but not enjoying themselves too much)

Afterwards we made our normal stop at Gille's Frozen Custard to get our frozen treats on. After awhile there, we were told by some custard serving lackey's to stop racing around in the parking lot and to please stop enjoying ourselves so much. So we left and returned to the friendly confines of The Rusty Tool Shed. While the Wauwatosa Police didn't set foot upon our hallowed ground, a few of our group were told to stop enjoying ourselves so much out in the street. I did not attempt to set the officer straight on such matters as he had a gun and a shiney badge. Overall a very good time was had by all, even if none of us did get arrested. A big thanks to all who dared to show up!

Photos by Ronsta

Photos by Julie

Photos by Katy

First View

Another Crappy Bike Ride is in the books and it was a good one.

After awhile, it all got blurry.

More later, taters!

The Crappy Bike Ride