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 1x1 & 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 <0 January afternoon, but the trails were perfect. too bad, as it was a sort of harmonic convergence of 4 1-speeders in the sagebrush. if this hi pressure pattern holds, i'll probably go for it again tomorrow. maybe earlier though, or after tearing up the cord on the groomers. i haven't even used the lifteo thing yet this year. Umm, corduroy...
Japhy rider
Saturday, January 13, 2007
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3 comments:
you didn't miss much...
-m
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
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
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