Daryl ‘Douche’ Dixon, last seen near Gerlach, NV, late August, 2008.
Have you seen him?
29 September 2008
THE DOUCHE IS LOOSE!
MIRACLE!
Devil-shaped crepe with nutella-enhanced facial features. Discovered some time in early June in my kitchen. Haven’t seen it since. . .
POPPIN
The Rugged Child takes a rare stomp to a local to show those jeans in a bunch folks how Hinault and the boys used to rock the caps. Puff the lid, tilt the bill down y’all.
RUNYON CANYON
Bday ride, followed shortly thereafter by near death experience on Mullholland at dusk.
As Ed Viesturs says, getting up is optional, getting down Mullholland at dusk on Saturday night while an event is happening at the Hollywood bowl that you didn’t know about then riding back through Hollywood ‘cruising,’ rims-mandatory traffic situation—that’s solid gold.
Praise be to Planet Bike tail lights, for they must have saved me from the wrath of the moneyed drivers in Eurautomobiles hugging curves, burning rubber, haphazardly flooring it in front of oncoming traffic, etc. as I first descended then climbed back up Mullholland (Cahuenga being deep in the gnar gnar).
In the city with no room for humans, Basil.
28 September 2008
19 September 2008
15 September 2008
END HUNGER NOW
Feed a pro cyclist today!
Michael Rasmussen, looking about ready to die, and not because he cheated his ass off and got caught with his yellow bibs down and his syringe hanging in the breeze. And the tribal tattoo, a remnant of his days on the ultra chic cross country mountain biking circuit during the mid-‘90s really brings some much needed edge to his ‘have you seen a Wheat Thin around here?’ look.
11 September 2008
10 September 2008
08 September 2008
06 September 2008
02 September 2008
RIDING ON THE STORM
Back from Burning Man.
I give it a thumbs up, even in the middle of a ten-hour, 50-mile-per-hour wind dust storm.
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