ignored signal

"do you speak English?". "Yes". "日本語分かりますか？”Do you speak Japanese...”はい～”。”英語分かりますか？”do you speak English again in Japanese makes sure and double fucking triple checks that you are alive and that they haven't stopped a zombie by accident. I think that this tactic has be handed down to and strictly taught to the police in Tokyo over many generations because it's the routine I get every time. I was on my way to work and the sweltering heat must have caused my Brain to shrink because I completely ignored a stale red light as I pumped to onward. Blatant in all forms, my disrespect to the law of the land was naked and, had I known, an old lady had been run down and killed by university student on a bicycle recently, would have stopped. I wouldn't have stopped because it's illegal but because I have been here long enough to know the muay thai like knee jerk reaction that the police take to any crime or incident committed in Japan. I wouldn't even be surprised if the kid that killed her was riding on the sidewalk listening to his ipod while texting his Dad that he was on his way to drink and gamble with his friends. Yet there I was getting the warning that cyclists need to obey signals at T intersections early in the morning when nobody is crossing. I am not fighting for or trying to condone my crime but come the fuck on.............if I run a red light and there's an incident I am more likely to be the one in the body bag unless these nimble old ladies are in abundance and darting out in the street where my large Caucasian eyes can't see them. If that's the case then I am waging war on these pension sucking ninjas and I should get a cheque from the government every time I kill one. The kicker is that the cops only gave me a warning, I thought it was because I was on a bike, and while I was getting ready to roll again they gave a driver a warning for the same thing. I think bikes should receive the same respect that cars get but that was weird because he got off as easily as I did.

Summer, I guess or while do we call them tallboys?

The order of the photos is way out of wack because I uploaded them in the order that I remembered them leading to when had I ever thought about order. If I were one to have ever given the time of day to order I would find internet porn way way out in a an illegal immigrant safety city. I've heard they have those in America. Those cities are handjobs for the bible studies kids because the US is all like " we don't need em but I need em!". I put the all like in italics because Americans all say that before everything they fucking say. I don't care Whites, Blacks, neither, whatever.......talking to them is like being forced to watch eraserhead 40 times in a row.

the DR. came over and we went to the new drinking spot because I wanted to ride his bike and he really wanted to drink. While there real bike riders came by but I didn't bother to take a picture because I couldn't be.....hey a duck. The new drinking spot is by the river and it has ducks and frogs and Asians. If this place were in Toronto all the hipsters would be heading there to see the asians and all the asians would be there for the avians. Good luck in the olympics, yeah fucks!
I am down to skid on tubular if I don't have to buy it. I also got a beer or two of the DR. The night was so bad I sweat through my wife's underwear, they really cut into my thighs.

This post was in fun and I really had riding and hanging out late at night, thanks for the beer MUTE, get out there and do something now. This summer is the last one we will have.

strida

no, not some wack inner-city pronunciation of viggo's character in lord of the rings, but the bicycle. face it - shit's dope.
courtesy of my newest favourite spot on the web, the velo orange blog. sooooo nice...

"it's a bit odd to be moving sideways...."

this is great. the videos are too funny....i want one.

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.