Amazing

Chow time, kids!

I was rapping with a friend the other night about my joke post with the sandwich picture and posting these sorts of things can be funny. Or in my case, something to do when it's raining. It struck me as kind of odd that someone who was posting about cycling or, again in my case, commuting would have entire posts dedicated to what they ate when they weren't riding but then again this is 2009 and they can post whatever they like. It got me thinking about what other cycle/food/streetwear blogs might be out there so I headed off through the web. It wasn't hard because the same friend had shown me this one and it definitely had cycle/food/streetwear or otherwise known as CFS. I like those kind of blogs because they show you how to eat well after a grueling20km ride. It hit me like a flash from the al'mighty creator that if I really wanted to experience CFS I should head to areal down kind of guys blog. The disturbing part about honeyee is that I actually found some of the stuff interesting and wasted a lot more time there than I should of. It was like a scene from a horror movie where the people stare in amazement at the thing that is coming to kill them all the while you are yelling at them to run. They deserve to die. Not to be outdone I needed to post something but it could be plain enough for the common man to value but smug enough to put it outside the nickel and dime range. After waking on last weeks rainy Saturday morning I praised Dikra that I didn't have to ride to work today. After standing in lines at shops for what seemed like ages and getting kicked by a cub that didn't want to sit in a stroller the woman who I am lucky enough to be betrothed to decided it was time for a break. It was there that I found my grail, the food not the guy on the BMC that I chase occasionally. The new Freshness veggie burger, potato wedges and a large beer! The best break ever and I had found a way to work more food into a cycling blog. I too will get CFS'd son enough.

They never refuse to.........

The sekidobashi flea market is world renowned. At least that is what the guy from SF told me as his gf sheepishly stood there probably wishing she could have slept in. The whole thing kicks off around 4:30amish but we rolled out there at 6 and the crowd was still steadily growing until we left at 9am. It was only the Dr. and I due to the fact that other people talk a lot of smack but never wake up for these kinds of things. "I am gonna be there at 5am" boasted someone who shall remain unnamed, because I don't know his name. The Dr. was able to sell off some unwanted stock pretty quickly and we were off to the store because our first ride had preceded my morning shit. After a refreshing dump and bide wash I grabbed a weekend beer and headed back. I have to say i was thoroughly stoked to see so many bike enthusiasts and cool stuff. It was all sausage but fun nevertheless. We saw everything from vintage clawd batler tandems(sic) to anime disc wheels. If you get the chance to go it's worth it and it is a great way to start off a day of cycling/drinking.
BIKE ZOMBIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "what parts are you havvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvve!" Road racer or tour rider, either way they are my Asian futures in one shot.

Racing

I Haven't lost a race yet. I have beaten the best and the most "kitted out" riders there are on the streets of Tokyo and I have done it with poise. While they crush along through the city streets weaving and huffing I calmly keep my cadence and barrel past them. The benefit of this being that they don't know that we are racing. Sure some riders may pass me but they don't do it on race days. We are only racing when I pass them. That being said there are a number of grails to be chased and I have two. The BMC rider and the other guy who killed me last summer. Fortunately my pride and record remain intact because those weren't race days. Yesterday was a race day and I am proud to say that good prevailed and I won. The whole commute home started off strange because, even though it was a Wednesday, the streets were packed with taxis and goofs crossing between cars. I call them goofs because they have one pant leg rolled up, a SAG messenger bag and janitor's keys on their belt yet they throw dirty looks at you when you holler at them to watch out. I went past a screaming crowd and caught the face of none other thanAnna herself in an intoxicated state screaming "Fxxk you" in a joking manner. I knew I was in for a strange ride after that. On my way to work there is a long downhill followed by a short, but steep uphill which is opposite on the way home natch. On the dreaded long and crowded uphill I past the newly spawned road bikers who have left their "fixies" locked up at home for week. Louis Garneux and Giant must be so happy with the new trend while the messenger bag producers are worried that panniers are the next to be rocked. The victims fell one after but one of them wouldn't lie down. As I scooted by I could here him frantically changing gears whilst coasting. I knew he would try and contend but I could see he didn't have the legs or hands. One of his was busy fumbling with his phone and his heels were firmly on the pedals. After 1km I forgot about him and started slowing as I made my way through tight traffic and drunken jeopardy walkers. As I stood over my frame at a crowded crosswalk that reminded me of that overpopulated planet on Start Trek. As I grew complacent in mybuffalo stance the guy that I had blown away clipped through the crosswalk and took off down the crowded oncoming lane. CHRIST, how did he know that today was a racing day? I waited for the light because killing a pedestrian isn't worth winning a race no matter what the prize money. As I accelerated I could feel that it was a done deal since the gear my bike had chosen was the big wheel whether I wanted it or not. Just when I was getting ready to pass there was a hood and lit cigarette. In my mind I flew off my bike, backpack dragging me down and my helmet scraping the ground. In actuality I had bought new brake cables and pads last week so I stopped on a dime, I was shocked, and only bumped the door. The driver was shocked and dismayed because he probably thought to his little self the my hulking self was gonna go all wolvy berserk style on him. I remembered that I still had karma to pay back flipped him the peace sign and I was out on the road again. The thing kind of ended a .disappointingly as it started because the guy, other than being reckless, was just plain slow. And I caught and past him. Pretty weird night

The monkey's paw

The curse has lifted after paying homage and fare to the train God. The worst luck week may be over and tonight, Friday, it's raining so some deity or deities is or are telling me to stay off my bike. That doesn't mean I can't get it fixed though. The troop (wife, child,and I) took my bike to it's place of purchase. The Great Jinganebike shop. The place that I have grown to love. I had completely gone in over my head trying to repair shifters, new chain, cables, brakes and derailleurs by myself (30 minutes before I had to go to work). I have been riding at 52/15 for the week and it sucked. We left the bike there after some chat and came back an hour later to a completely reworked bike and new parts. The price they asked was ￥１２００　($14.59 CDN) which is impossibly low. After some haggling we got them to add the new brake pads and some of the labour charge bringing it to ￥3000. An amazing deal considering he adjusted checked the stem and frame for bendy bends. Very happy to have gone there today and I am really stoked about tomorrow's trip tosekidobashifor the flea market. I have to drink beer now so I can be in bed by 10pm. Later

It's getting near dat time

The last week has been a heck of a week and I have gone to, nearly, tears twice. I never knew shifter cables could go so awry that they would gouge into your thumb or that cable housing could give you aids. On the way up the first very slight incline everything came down and I almost lost it. The same day we got hit with torrential rain and I pulled a double flat on the way home. 1067 metres from where I work with the rest to go on foot I pumped and cursed. I couldn't tie a knot in the tube and I almost lost it again as I thought of my wife and child at home warm in bed. Out of desperation I called the Dr. and he didn't pick up so hoof it I had to do. A brief lifetime past and my phone rang back. He was on his way in, what will from now on be known as the support van ( wwfnobkatsv), and scooped me out of my jogging in place to stay warm death. We picked up beers, corndogs and a microwave burrito and that was that. I don't get to talk about riding home through the storm but I have a great story about a support van and spritly legs for the next ride.

Sympathy please

My legs are dead and my chain skips a lot. I need time to figure it out, not so smart here, and ride. i am gong to try and figure my ride out tomorrow but for now it's killing me.

honestly