Funny ha ha ha?

Around where I park my bike there have been some real lookers on occasion. I found a Trek Madone that might as well have been locked up with a shoe string, a grip of specialized road bikes complete with cateye speeometers etc., 2 Anchor track bikes and an assortment of other louis garneuxesque commuting bikes. Needless to say mine, with the stinky gloves drying on it, is the cheapest and ugliest. that was until yesterday. I arrived ahead of schedule due to giving the regular route some serious guns and blowing past a lot of gridlocked cars. While en route I sometimes imagine that I had the powers of Cyclop's brother, Havoc. He had the same shooty boom beam that Cyclops had but it came out of his chest and he could control it. So I wouldn't have to wear those wack glasses and look like a lost club douche that got on the wrong train. The power would be immense that I could clear any road of trucks, SUVs or unsuspecting families.

So I am locking up my soon to be cleaned velo when I peeped what could have turned me into stone. The ugliest bike known to man. The green funny bike, however, there was nothing funny about it. The difference between a hideous girl and this bike was that the bike looked like it would be the worst thing to ride ever with all the after pain in the crotchal region without any of the satisfaction. Why the hell would you need that kind of bike in the city unless you were to too scared to get a facial tat that says VOTE BUSH. Who needs that kind of negative attention anyway?

100 kms so far

Everyday I commute it's roughly 50kms. I measured it on the map thingy that the lurker sent me and I was pretty inspired to hop on the saddle and go when I found out far I would actually be going. In May I was tried, beaten and worn down so I had to change something and make it drastic. I had thought about riding my bike but considered it impossible when I thought about all the junk I would have to lug with me along my sweaty commute. I have to wear a suit while at work and, being a manager, should be setting an example while doing it. Gone are the days of vans era spray painted black or over cheap over sized collared shirts that seem to make white fold look like teachers. On June first I sucked up all the excuses and slammed all of things I would need into a old skateboard backpack that I had to dig out of the closet and I was off. I had my suit (shirt, pants, jacket, black shoes, undershirt, underwear, belt and other stuff) as well as bike stuff (spare tube, mini pump, tyre levers and a multi tool) and it weighed a ton. Along the way I cursed myself for even getting into this position as the weight was pretty cumbersome. I passed fixters and roadsters alike as they cruised, sans backpack, through the Tokyo streets and they looked quite at ease. The other advantage that they had was that they knew where they were going while I, on the other hand, was flying blind. I had checked various map sites before I set out but Tokyo is facking tough to navigate and streets turn into buildings or parking lots very quickly. The thing that kept me going was that I knew when I got to work I would have done something that a lot other people wouldn't have. The thought of going another day watching couriers whiz around while I stood there sipping coffee made me sad. I had previously sat down and, based on the average train commute, figured out that if you live in Tokyo for 17 and a half years you will have spent just under a year of that on the train. A year on my bike sounded way better. After finally finding my building I realized that it wasn't so bad and that I could probably keep it up as long as I never drank beer again. It's July 30th and I have only taken the train to work twice in the last two months. I no longer dread getting on mon bicyclette after work and find it quite nice to cruise through the city. I still get a little nervous and always always have to be on guard but it's better than being packed (literally) on a subway thinking about the next time I'll get to ride my bike.

My old car's door made some noise.

I changed my car from Mazda demio to Toyota hiace today.
Demio has put up with my ruff drive. Thank you ,demio.



Good-bye demi-o,Hello Hi-ace.

Le tour

We rode around last night and we were in quite a state indeed. It wasn't that I had consumed a few frosty ones but the fact that any liquid entering my body was quickly diffused out of my skin holes. So later on in the evening, around 2 am, we started heading down a hill not disimilar to Christie but it had a light in the middle not the end. the light turned as I was heading down and a van pulling out thought it would be cool if he drove with his lights off, awesomenessity. I made it around him and got to the bottom safely were I promptly decided to climb the hill and have another go. The best part about biking is that up or downhills are equally fun. After a few more sweaty runs I noticed the same van again and this time he pulled out in the road and stopped. He was being a real dick so I dismounted and went to chat with him. He gets out of the van talking on his cellphone and starts to say he's a mountain biked and what I'm doing is wrong. I quickly realize that the punch I had intended on delivering to his head would kill him and think better of it. I let it go but continues on and on and on. My friend Koki, who was filming his brother bomb the hill, taped the event and you can actually see that the guy waits till I am coming down the hill before pulling out into the street. Nice guy

Hold your line!

This made me laugh and laugh and laugh. American flyers and breaking away nicely edited into the tour. This clip took a beer and I forgot that I was watching youtube because it was funny till the end. But me be dumb

Today

was one of those rides that you just know are going to be interesting because of they way start out. I almost killed Yoda as he entered the crosswalk. I was going slowly but when I braked the wheels underneath thee locked and I fashion skidded around him and from there on fucking in I knew it was going to get weird. I should have seen the little fucker and would have if I had been on the ball so I thank somebody that that little fucker wasn't hit by me. I mean, he had a hard enough time running Soular why the fuck should he die crossing the road. After the worst part, the fully braked car filled downhill leading to the ugly puke filled uphill, I was on my. That, for me, equals the end of the hard ride and the traffic navigation begins to kick in. I saw a truck stopped. Not one of those small ones that you always see in Tokyo BUT a big fucker.....there were flip flops and shopping bike on the ground which is never a good sign. after that I saw the driver of big fucker getting shaken, like the shit out of him, and the owner of the flip flops doing a whole lot of fucking smacking. I rode and I was happy that I didn't stop to intravenous. From there on in she was smooth and nubile until he passed me. I was on the easy route through the park when HE passed(grammatically correct?)me. I noticed the frame and tattyoo and yelled "SHINO!!!!!". He turned and then from there on I knew the troika had been completed and no harm would befall me. The strange one gets beer now.