today was one of those days (that seem to be pretty common these days) that the alpine start deslumber results in a shuffle downstairs, a pat on the dogs’ heads, a quart of water and a peek outside the garden window over the kitchen sink. humph. still dark. snowy. warm, warm bed and tooo f_ckin’ cold to do much. shuffle back upstairs and… R.E.M.
now it’s like 8 or 9 and i’m hungry and the caffiene burning blast furnace is running on reserve. outta bed, joe’s a cookin’ but whup, whoa. only one stiff pour of .5 and .5 in the first pot of coffee and into the rig and off to the market. a full cart of produce later and i’ve got a real load of raw materials to sustain another few days of creative living. i’m home by 10ish. soonthereafter The Shredder is upandatem and i’ve got a mess of eggs, peppers, salsa, mushrooms, and Bacon. and coffee. Peet’s F.R.
a while later there’s a flurry of telephone activity and sort of plans have been kinda arranged. Huck Turn-er-on-er is virtually done dressing out his 1×1 & the Nuninator is ready to take a rest day from being an ice pirate up in the Sierra no snowpack. he jumps on the offer to ride The Shredder’s Old Bridgestone MB-4 or -5 (?) {now w/ horizontal rear d.o.’s -thanks Vulture!- and a rigid-rigid, an old school single speed mountain bike} and we head for the Keystone Canyon. collie/huskie dogs and wolf/dog mutants are stiding along and the cold squeeky snow reminds us we should’ve worn more socks. somewhere out in the trail we encounter Huck, who has apparently been de-burdened of his cellular telephone [blessing in disguise?] on his new 1x and all toothy. apparently he’s also abandoned all those gears! let’s see, his Blurr has like 8 or 9 speeds in the rear and 3 in the front? now he’s on just 1 in the front and 1 in the rear… that makes like 10 something orphaned gears? he should get his $50 bucks back!!!
for a short trail ride it was Fly. not many users out there on a
Japhy rider
you didn’t miss much…
-m
Word! The toesicles are still defrosting. i had a great date with the onegear, thank Budda for the iv of caffine…the canine crew was a great bunch to ride with and so were the mortals Japhy, Shredder, and Lee. Although, I tend to think Japhy(Rough)Rider, as I like to call McD, is Immortal at times.
-Nooner
PS - who’s Dr. Shredless? It’s fun to push buttons damn it!
Hmmmm, Shredmore. Me thinks the good DR.s initials might accually be J M.
Gris,
I mean actually.
Gris,
do not try to know the identity of His Shredness. His ways, face, and underwear size are unknowable! He has mutated beyond need of such earthly encumbrences! mutate your mind and your underwear will follow! The aswer of the questions to which you seek, uhhh, answers are right before your eyes. His Shredness hides in plain sight! mutated beyond the confines of your feeble minds ability to understand! (pitiful human)
-M
the force has always been strong in my pants
Whatever! All I care about is does he still SHRED, and if he does. BRING IT!
Gris,
Oh Gris,
Be careful what you wish for. Asking Dr. S to “Bring it” may only bring you fear and pain! Dr. S. sheds like us mere morals can only dream! He did shred, does shred, and will shred into the 43rd dimension and beyond. Mutation does not make one shredless, but rather a zen shred master.
-SAS