THE DOUCHE IS LOOSE!

Daryl ‘Douche’ Dixon, last seen near Gerlach, NV, late August, 2008.

 

Have you seen him?

MIRACLE!

Devil-shaped crepe with nutella-enhanced facial features. Discovered some time in early June in my kitchen. Haven’t seen it since. . .

 

 

I LOVE YOU

The bike that is. This thing is tits.

THE NOTORIOUS ODV, CAPES 101

His uncle taught him everything he knows about capes and whales.

Tour of Missouri Finish Line, Women's Crit

 

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.

THE DOCTOR CHECKS

To ensure that his biceps have not atrophied.

MIGHTY ORANGE IN MIGHTY MO