Archive for January, 2007

31
Jan

Daily Gross-Out

By sphincterboy 5 Comments
Categories: Disgusting

During my last sesh as the Midnight Bathroom Remodeler, I removed the tub drain and associated hardware, the better to protect it from the caustic rain of mortar while I was tiling the showerhead area. I was prepared to find the overflow drain covered in hard water deposits, etc. but what I wasn’t prepared for was the fact that it was nearly clogged with 55 years worth of sludge, undifferentiated glottz, toxic funk, and 5.8 million of the previous residents’ PUBES. I found an old cooking pot in the attic disinfected the whole works by boiling it in 5% bleach.

Just thought you’d all like to know that.

31
Jan

AZ RoadTrippin’!!!

By Wolfy 2 Comments
Categories: Riding, biking-OFF and travel

After meeting El Garro I can understand why Fed Ex would be reluctant to insure his packages against damage. Steve’s opening technique is to bludgeon the box with his knuckles until it submits. Chris King has to wrap his headsets in bags of coffee beans to protect them from his awesome power.

Here he is truing some wheels. I observed closely. Here’s his process: lace, true, dish, tension; true, dish, tension… He uses the Spokekey with four sided contact, and tensions right with right hand, left with left hand; checks tension by squeezing four spokes at once. No tensiometer. He said you want the crosses hard to separate (with his hand strength that means a lot hard to separate). (correct me on any of this)

After a while Dr. Shredmor wandered out of the woods where he hibernates for various interminable lengths and proceeded to prepare us some killer tacos made out of a strange other-worldly carnage that tasted vaguely like chicken can’t recall what exactly he called it. It was delish. Dogs were walloped, cats were tortured with a makeshift riding crop, pictures were viewed. Thanks Steve, and Dr. Shredmor! Sorry we didn’t get to meet Denise. Hopefully you have to stop by on your way to/from the handmade bike show.Would have posted a photo of Dr. S, but they all had this freaky lens flare in them…

Saturday we rolled down to Sedona to investigate the alleged “shredding” there. Reports are completely accurate! Perfect dirt, rolling trails, tough rock ledges, and tiny bits of mud. We rode the Bell Rock path to the Little Horse Trail, to The Llama trail back to Bell Rock. It was perfect.

Camped near the Desert museum that night near Tucson. I was going to get up at the butt crack and ride up Tucson MTN, but about 12:00 AM I woke up from a dream… WITH AMAZING STOMACHE CRAMPS. Started walking the ¼ mile to the toilet. About half way I started wondering if I’d make it. Couldn’t walk faster due to the pressure. Stopping and doubling over didn’t help. The light on the side of the outhouse seemed to me moving farther away, but it was just my vision getting blury and vague. I made it. It wasn’t pretty. I made Smella drive me the next time. By the 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th trips I was able to drive myself.

But I’m ok now.

When I got back to RTO my bike was right where I’d left it, with enough air in the tires to get me home.

-M

31
Jan

Making the best of it

By grislybikegeek 3 Comments
Categories: Riding and biking-OFF

Sooo, since old man winter has barely risen from his slumber and not given us anything snowboard/ski on. I say F*^k him! I will ride my bike. I’ve done some pretty good rides as of late. Lee, Smithers, J. Walker and I joined Mark The Shark on his quest to conquer both sides of Gieger on his fixie Saturday. Lee & Smithers are still finding their legs so they cut out somewhere on the ride up to the summit. Walker and I paced Mark down the other side(truck route), we all suffered on the way back up the steep way to VC. Mark averaged 30mph on the way back down Gieger and topped out at 35mph. I can’t remember how many gear inches he’s running, but he had ‘em spinning fast.
Today I crested Peavine and looked over the other side and said “what the hell”. I dropped down and headed for Cow Canyon. The top part through the aspens was a little sketchy. I had to tri-pod a couple times over the ice, but came out unscathed. Now this is when things get worrysome. I’m sure everybody knows about Peavine mud, that sticky, nasty shit that will stop you dead in your tracks. To this point the mud was either to wet to stick bad or a little frozen, sometimes both. When I hit the big access road down to the top of the single track I had to pick my lines very carefully. Shoot for the puddles and snow/ice and avoid anything brown at all cost. I got lucky and only had to a short bushwhack to avoid disaster. Plowing through 3”-4″ of slush and goop took up more time and energy than I anticipated, but it was all worth it when I finally made it to the top of Cow Canyon. I hadn’t been there since the burn, but I have to admit it was kind of cool. It’s this black lunerscape with a black twisty ribbon made of tire tracks. The trail was in awsome condition! The moisture and amount of traffic created this high traction loam that was an absolute gas to ride. I don’t know what the normal climb up to the trail is like with the mud, ice and construction, but if you get a chance to do this trail, DO IT! By the time I hit pavement the bike and I were pretty covered in muck and the gears wre making wierd noises. I stopped into Sinclare Imports and tracked down Monty to bum a rag and chain lube. I spun home from Verdi tired and happy!

Gris,

24
Jan

Fabulous Floyd’s

By Wolfy 7 Comments
Categories: Disgusting

So a few years back Smella and I were at this weird little junk shop in Hazen Station NV, which is on alt 95 between Ferntucky, NV and Fallabamma, NV. We were poking around and talking to the owner and his little 10 year old son was running around.

These two strange older gentlemen came in and poked around and chatted a bit. One was extra strange wearing super short cut-offs and running shoes w/o socks. We bought some stupid piece of junk and moved on.

Got a call from the sherif when we got back after we’d gone to bed and had been asleep for an hour or so. Seems old-weird-cut-off dude was having a little private personal artifact showing with the owner’s 10 year old son while no one was looking. Aparently he hadn’t anything on under those cut-offs…

Long story short: as Soma was leaving after we had Paninis this afternoon at Michael’s Deli next to College Cyclery, old-weird-cut-off dude sat down at the next table.

Floyd’s not feeling so fabulous right about now.

-M

23
Jan

The Bacon Strip

By nooninator 3 Comments
Categories: Noticias

Well, Well, Well

This hombre might be goin legit…I might have a ski patrol position at one of the Tahoe locals! I put in an app. for a volunteer position a few months back…they actually want to give some duckets, you know green backs, currency, cashola, pesos, or whatever you wanna call it. Takin that chump change to the bank biaaaatches! Anyway, I have to do a ski test with the higher ups, the brass. They asked me if I can ski the 58’s - the Pallisades, I said, “if you magically put some snow on those bithces, then I’ll drop the knee down those f—ers.” Just kiding, didn’t speak the mind, but I wanted to!
So the benifits for me - I get a free ski pass, which I already have - I think I’ll get one for a friend or family memeber next season if I so choose to do it again, which I will - I get to ride a mobile, which I’ve never done(no comments from the peanut gallery McD) - I get promotional points for the fire service (CDF), f–ya - I get to ski the mountain and be cool with a white cross on my back, respect fools, you dig - the best reason for last, I’ll get to blooooow shiiiit uuuuup! Legitimately of course…I hope this blog doesn’t get my Brown Ass in trouble.
Needless to say I’ve been doin laps, tunin up the skills to impress those guys…they all seem pretty cool so far - wish me luck compadres!
-Nooner

21
Jan

Bacon Strip Balderdash

By Wolfy 0 Comments
Categories: Disgusting


This game kicks ass.

-M

20
Jan

Dead Kennedys/ Rawhide this, in my opinion, was th…

By foquetarde 2 Comments
Categories: Videos

Dead Kennedys/ Rawhide

this, in my opinion, was the hight of human culture!

20
Jan

60-Hz Hum

By sphincterboy 3 Comments
Categories: Townie

Disclaimer: The following post has nothing to do with cycling, skiing, climbing, or any other outdoor pursuit, and has everything to do with the poster being an incurable, 7075-alloy, four-star geek.

This is a 1947 model General Electric clock-radio, poached from the House ofWoe in suburban Denver (a.k.a. my late and not especially lamented grandfather’s house). The clock is completely functional, including the annoying buzz alarm, but the radio hadn’t worked for years. I took it upon myself a few weeks ago to see if I could get the radio working, took the back off the thing, and lo and behold, there resided no less than four (count ‘em) glass vacuum tubes. I felt like I’d just walked through a time machine. I removed the tubes and took them down to the local electronics supply store, which, for some reason, had a tube-testing machine. One of the tubes proved faulty, and to my unending surprise, the shop had a replacement for sale. $12.95 later, I reinstalled the tubes and powered up. The tubes glowed a faint, warm red-orange, and a moment later, the soft, nostalgic background hum of 60-Hz AC power issued from the speaker. A flip of the tuner, and — shazam– KCOL, broadcasting at 610 kilocycles, was heard through faint static.

There is no reason save geekiness to have fixed this thing–there’s absolutely nothing on AM radio that’s worth listening to, unless the Broncos ever make the playoffs again. But–ya gotta admit, having a vacuum tube AM radio that works is pretty damn cool.

SphincterBoy

20
Jan

my beautiful new podlings!

By foquetarde 3 Comments
Categories: travel


view, mutants, my lovely little podlings! after a gestation of the equivalent of roughly ten thousand years on your dimension’s time scale, mrs. shredmor has delivered me this threesome of fine podlings! how lovely they are! pity you will not live to see even their pupae stage, as your world will be gone by that time at the rate at which humans are wrecking it. if only you had stuck to the bicycle, as you had been instructed! how i long for the day i see the third eye open upon their foreheads and start their adult diet of beer and bacon! remember, mutation is not an end, but merely a means by which to glimse the beginning! dr. shredmor.

19
Jan

A Scanner got me

By japhyrider 5 Comments
Categories: Rants, Skiing and Townie


i was reprimanded by my supervisor and it’s been a rough day here in the Lab. good thing I’ve got the fix-gear urban shredder to spin the angst out with…

on a lighter note, we did make an effort to watch A Scanner Darkly, twice for me now. i’m ready to go into hermitage.

Japhy rider

ps- if this no-snow pattern doesn’t break, the TBS header is misleading. verbage could read ” ‘06-’07 the winter that wasn’t”

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