poor little blog...

Sorry for the lack of attention here. We've been over somewhere else for awhile barely hanging on by our fingertips. This VELOCACHE thing has really taken off and it's consuming a lot more of our time than we thought it would (and that's a really good thing).

The most important part of these distractions is how much it has gotten me out on the bike(s). I know that would be the obvious reason but it's also been more than that. I have met some new people that share my interests, real good people, that I am proud to call my friends. I have gotten to know a few folks that I did not know as well before, and that is awesome. I know, I know, real touchy-feely shit right? Well, we need more touchy-feely shit in this world. A LOT more.

That being said, it looks as if Thee Warlocks Bicycle Club is getting ready to kick out another jam. That's rad huh?

Stay tuned, we have a few deals in the works that are almost ready to be unveiled. Until then watch the skies. Bikes & Rec loves you.

I can read from a book

..."We once went in search of a treasure on the mountain where he always trained.  Two men asked us for directions.  I was about to tell them, but Kleber stopped me just in time.  But on the mountain itself we ran into the same men, and a terrible fight ensued.  We won.  Then Kleber found the treasure."

from The Rider  by Tim Krabbe

(thanks for the excellent read Modesty.  I am going to re-cache to share this book)

Quest ends again

Caches 1-3 have been found, but 4 is out and waiting.  Oh wait, Modesty Clothing has claimed #4  Check the site.  

Oh and another thing...

VELOCACHE #3 is up if you are into that sort of thing...and don't worry Velocache will not be taking over this regularly unscheduled mess. I am just linking over until the game catches on.  

SHOVING YOU GENTLY

for those that care VELOCACHE #2 is up. Here is some inspirational music/video to push you down the path..

Mopping with intent to ROCK

I mop first, then enjoy a PBR and smoke while it dries, then on to the laundry.

With Red Fang playing tomorrow, there is a certain miasma of guilt that hovers about my person as my head expands and deflates with plans and schemes to leave the house as early as possible to excitedly (to the point of nervous fidgeting) prepare myself to venture out in public to see this show.  This guilt often results in me doing a few of the more noticeable chores that I have been avoiding all week.  

I am pretty good at keeping up with the laundry for some reason, not perfect by any means, but competent enough.  The rest is a crap-shoot at best.  The key chores I target before going out and leaving my family to fend for themselves, helpless, big daddy bacon strutting from the nest out into the village to stir up the shit with this week's paycheck, a fuzzy beer-buzz and my newsboy cap pulled smartly over one eye, ARE  1) sweeping and mopping ( I use a lot of whatever floor stuff is in the cupboard, so the "clean" smell lasts until morning)  2) the aforementioned laundry (at least 2 loads washed dried AND folded (most important step))  3) scrub the toilet (yellow may mellow, but orange doesn't rhyme with anything, and has got to get flushed)  4)  a load of dishes (these wait until morning for maximum attention as I do the dinner and breakfast loads together)  finally 5)  clear off and bleach the kitchen counter  (this is like a bow tie, ascot and scarf worn together to prom  i.e:  FUCKING BRILLIANT). 

 I just got a chill, good style, like an 80's song you get to hear in the car all by yourself and you belt it out the whole way home from work, all green lights, window down and you pull in and there is a new magazine in the mailbox and the kids are taking a nap, kiss your wife real good and sit in the back yard, good crossword puzzle, the sun peeks out from a cloud and you squint and your face turns hot and you die just a little bit and float up over your body and figure out the last answer to the crossword, but before you go back you float inside the house and get yourself 2 cold beers and drink one on the way back and don't tell yourself, now back in the body and you open your eyes a little, small tear streaks down, and you say:  GODDAMN RIGHT IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY.  Finish that "first" beer and get the chores done because you are going out tonight to a rock and roll show. 

Call your wife early in the evening because she doesn't give a shit what slices are left at Pie Hole at 2:50am.  See you at the show.

Cheap date night

Got a tip from my friends at the Ram that this Saturday there is a beer release happening at the Stone House.  $10 for "samples" of three brews (last time ended up being 20 ouncers until the kegs ran dry) and a pretty decent buffet.  I believe it begins at 5pm.  Biking down with my wife and some BFF's to wash away the hangover I'm sure I will be wallowing in after an evening with Red Fang.  The last release was for the crushingly smooth, silently devastating Lost Reindeer, easily my second place winter beer to Sierra Nevada's Celebration.  There was a whiskey-barrel aged IPA, a nice dry stout and  a very drinkable pale ale in addition to the seasonal.  I have to allow that the Ram is not a place I choose to eat very often, but damn it's hard to pass by without stopping in on the brewers to see what's on tap and what's to come, the specialty brews are so damn good.  These guys have supported all of our events one way or another, and a ten-spot is a no-brainer to ride down and support them.  See you there.