FMB SSC Sprints 32 cotton casingsI just put in an order for some new Ksyrium tubulars from Brain at JRA cycles. Need to unload a few wheelsets...so I have 2 sets I am looking to sell both built by Molly Cameron at the Veloshopin Oregon. Both wheelsets are campy 9/10 speed and only have one season on them...Wheelset #1 $400Mavic reflex rimsCampy Record hubsdt revo spokes blackFMB sprint tubular tires 32mmChallenge Fango 32sWheelset #2 $400Mavic reflex rimsCampy Record hubsdt revo spokes blackChallenge Fango tubular tires 32mmBoth wheelsets are in great shape. Both glue jobs are in great shape and ready to roll...if you have any questions fire me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org
Monday, July 27, 2009
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Sunday, July 12, 2009
Graham and the ramp of doom!!! What a day. So much learned and experienced. I've said it before but I'll say it again I have the coolest team mates on the planet. Graham rode like a Viking god....single speed rigid and he was flying. The solo guys yikes...no way I could do that. Every lap I would keep hearing "where's Rosey?" They missed you Scott as did we....Kerry once again gave much sage advice to us neophyte wannabe mtn bikers, I didn't know you could hurt your toes this bad but god do they hurt...The squadra is going to have such an incredible cross season. After this much pain in 6-hrs 45 minutes in the red will seem like a cake walk...Saw lots of old friends, met some new ones lots of Fohu incredible...
Friday, July 3, 2009
Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned- Tyler.
I'll admit to being a bit afraid. As I freely admit I suck as a technical mtn biker. I envisioned riding with a bunch of full face helmet, body armor wearing hucksters...Chipo doesn't do full face helmets or hucking...seriously. But the Sola had really taken my game up a notch so I figured why not just check it out. I hit the Lottery. Seriously. What a cool cat. And the dude is a ninja on the bike. We were a group of 5. I was the only one on a hardtail. But I was on one badass hardtail...riding with these guys is going to kick my mtn bike up to a level I never could have even imagined. Luckily I went into this ride with a couple of weeks on the sola, the epiphany of colins Mtn bike tips 101 and watching Rosey firsthand shred Cutler park. I held my own, there was some crashes, funniest of the bunch was when Ed tried to rock up a sick boulder stalled mid-way fell backwards. His friend the Saint throw his bike in his way to self arrest him, I dove in the way tried to break his fall as best I could but only managed to keep him from hitting his head on a stump. Hilarity ensued. Artie's brand new Juicy brake lever imploded...and even with only a front brake rode out of his mind. I had to keep reminding myself he had no rear brake. It was an incredible display of technical ability.
Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.-Tyler