things to blog about:

HA once again i've slacked like hell. school has been pretty busy lately, the semester shall be over next week and then we have a small break before it starts up again. i'm actually not in the "i hate school" mindset like normal, so that's more than likely a good thing. 

As the title states, i'm pretty much only going to talk about some good things going on. 

1) My roommate/teammate/BFF Richie(Dick) won the georgia state championships as a B. he rode a great race and pulled away from his field through each corner on the course. pretty impressive ride from the hair farmer.

2) On the same day little Oscar Clark, friend/teammate/the list goes on, won the Elite title @ the georgia state championships. 

3) Our race this weekend was an epic race. Cold, Rain, Mud, sweet crashes, beer feeds. 

photo credit of these photos goes out to our buddy K. Sakai who can be seen in this photo. THANKS K

4) I'll save the best for last. The idea was tossed around for a while on purchasing a team vechile. Ice cream truck, small bus, school bus, couple other items were mentioned.  Well Rich got an itchy trigger finger and pulled the other night. He came home with a 1985 Caddilac Fleetwood Limo. That's right, a limo. Why would we need a limo? Uh, really....why shouldn't we own a fucking limo. This is pretty much our winter project. Its got to hold as many bikes as we can possibly get on it. So far this is what we are working with.

we know its retarded. thats why we like it. would you expect any less from us?

i hate the smell of fat people. no for real.

Rule #1: Don't break your own rules!

This seems like a fairly simple thing, right? In theory it is, but this week I did just that, broke one of my own rules. This sounds really stupid, but one of my rules is to always clean out my pockets before doing laundry. Really, this should be a rule for everyone, but it is one of mine b/c I almost always carry chapstick on me. If you've never washed your clothes with chapstick in your pockets let me tell you that it stains your clothes badly, espcially if you do not catch it and proceed to dry your clothes. Several of my Tee-shirts now look like I/someoneelse jeezed all over them, not cool. at. all.

More boring news:

I made some bad ass pesto the other night. For some retarded reason I felt like orange would bring an interesting addition to the flavor of pesto, and I was right. If you've ever made pesto, just drop two tablespoons of some orange concentrate, and the zest of one orange in the processor and see what you think. I liked it, but then again, I'm fat.

Today was also the first race of the Georgia cyclocross series , which I was pretty amped to do. So amped in fact that I thought racing it sick would be a great idea. No conjestion, just some cold sweats that has post race been diagnosed as a flu. SWEET. Anyways, I decided to do the race, I'd blocked out the fact that I was sick so I wouldn't psych myself out, I could breath so I figured I could go hard. 

I ended up riding around in circles, two laps in the chills set in and I started to freeze. It was a great sensation. I continued to ride was the fact I knew I would accumulate a few points by simply finishing, which I did. 

As I write this, I'm sweating really badly, maybe this will be over in the next day or two. Lets hope so.

Back to the series. Check out the site, they are doing some cool stuff. This year they are letting juniors race for free! That's right, u19 is free. How cool is that? 

I'll have to post some pictures of the crazy things happening in atlanta right now. About this time last year we were having, well they as i wasn't here this time last year, the worst drought anyone can remember. Now there is a drought that has brought the city to its knees worse than last year. We are out of gas! No, for real we don't have any gasoline for our gas stations. Possibly one of the most amazing sites i've witnessed in a while. People freaking out waiting in line for the chance to fill their cars up with gas! 

I haven't updated in a while. Fuck it. I've had some things that I meant to put on here, but well, obviously I haven't. So since it's been a minute, I'll make this update worth while, and even provide some pictures to help tell the story. What's a good blog post without pictures?

Last weekend was the 4th edition of the Broken Hearts messanger race here in Atlanta. The rad kids at Sopo put on the race and did a killer job as always. I decided not to race but to atleast help out. My friend Pretty Gomez was working a drop spot for the race. The idea behind the race was you had couples (Vday c'mon guys) w/ pickup and dropoff spots. We worked a drop spot. You had to pick up a headband then come see us. Headband = working out bitch! Of course we had to dress the part. Our theme was Jazzercize. I looked closer to a porn star, but that's everyday so really, it was just another day for me.

Rac and Jen



At first we were making the kids come in and do jumping jacks and jump rope, and some touchin dem toes


Then Pretty Gomez made em dance, in groups....



including some neighbors, who just wanted to dance..


I prepared for my upcoming role in the new karate kid film.


After all that hardwork, we ate pizza. it was good, b/c it was free. 2 hours late type free.






That is all for now.

The last few weeks have been pretty crazy. I left the Pioneer Valley and that in itself was an adventure. It began by catching a train from Leominsiter to Boston on the commuter rail. That was a boring train ride, as there's not much to see along the way. Finally I made my way into Boston and it was crazy seeing the city covered in snow. We got up pretty early the next morning to make our way back to Atlanta, but we couldn't just leave Boston and head out, all of my stuff was back in the valley. It wasn't such a bad trip out to the valley, when we got there Dad was a bit thrown off by the fact that we didn't have any heat running in our house. Yeah, we weren't running our heat, we couldn't exactly afford it. I don't think he's ever had to live in a house without heat, pussy. The packing session wasn't harsh, I was smart enough to pack everything up in my car before we left so we could pull up, load his car, and blast out. That's exactly what we did.
Before we were out for sure though we stopped at the Route 9
diner for breakfast. As we walked in one of the waitresses yepped out "Well if that isn't a Father/Son pair I don't know what is...."
Little did she know just how true her statement was.
I ate a big stack of pancakes. They were ok, but better than Jamie Ford's which isn't impressive for those who don't know Jamie Ford. Sampled on some bacon that I stole from my dad's plate and BAM we were out for the Tofu Curtain!

The drive was long, not much to really be said about driving down the east coast. We took a slightly different route than I'd ever gone down and I think it was actually the best route I'd gone so far. The route at the time I'm typing this all out I can't remember (pathetic I know).

Anyways, this drive could have totally been done in one day but my dad was being a sissy saying he didn't want to wake up my little sisters at 2 or 3 in the morning when we were due to get in. So what do we do instead....we stop in Spartanburg, Sc. and stay in what hands down was the worst whoretel I'd ever stayed in. Honestly, I'm still puzzled at how we found this place and slightly worried after thinking on it some. I got no sleep in that place and was actually pissed we even stopped. Sleep may have been acquired but there were a lot of heels ticking on the pavement just outside the room, I was scared.

I feel as if the rest of our stay in Spartanburg should not be mentioned other than the fact that my dad was on a mission to kill me and that's where I'm leaving that.....
FINALLY we got home and it was a big relief.


Nothing to excited has happened since I got home. Christmas was a typical Christmas for me, which means it sucked. It was good to see the girls super happy about all the stuff they got. Who wants to hear a bunch of 5/6 year olds freaking out, right?
My bday was the next day! I'm 23 now and I'm getting old. I can feel the grey hair creeping in. No one was arrested, no one stole any bowling balls, no one was kicked out of The Clermont Lounge, so all-n-all not a bad night. Rich did however to bring back a bag full of snow from Asheville for my bday gift. The bastard managed to throw THE perfect snowball at me. I was running away from him and it hit me in the small of my back, making my asscrack wet and cold, perfect.

I have drink training tomorrow @ Jittery Joes, should be cool, hopefully I'll learn some new tricks.
till next time.

My new life as a cupcake critique-(tweake)r
I decided the other night that I'm just going to give into being fat. It is bound to happen sooner or later, might as well accept it while I can right? So this means I've said fuck it for the most part.
Let the downward spiral of pastries, ice cream, soda, and pinball @ the local begin!
I will start this now and who knows how long it will continue. Each week I'll make some new addition of a pastry critique. Sometimes the photos will be of low quality because they may come from my cell phone. None of these critiques will be planned, they will more than likely come spontaneously on bike rides. This tends to be the case, my hunger for pastries tend to come when I'm out on a training ride.

Anyways, here is the first piece......



This beautiful cupcake was made by the fine hippies at The Black Sheep in Amherst, Ma.. I went in there after a fine meal with my buddy Eli. We decided, well really I decided to oink out, and we went in there looking for trouble. Guess what, we found it. Everything looked great, mainly the fruit tarts, but that cute little cupcake caught my attention. Gourment cup cakes are so hot right now.
It consisted of a vanilla based frosting, which I will openly say I am fond of, what kid with an eating disorder isn't fond of vanilla frosting? The cup cake itself was chocolate. I didn't ask, which thinking back I should have, so I can not comment as to whether or not it was vegan. Honestly I could care less, but I know a few people reading this might, so I'll actually go back and ask and make revisions later. This cup cake was good! The frosting wasn't one bit crunchy, nor overly vanillaish. The actual cupcake was moist, very moist, but not the under baked type moist that would have me worried about pooping my stomach out the next morning. These cute little reindeer cupcakes would definitely get messed up if I caught them in a back alley.

My peers have pressured me. Damn you!
You'll hear it here first, ok, maybe not, but I'm headed back to the dirtahdirtah. Things didn't exactly work out here in Pelham the way they were originally planned. This happened for several reasons, some I won't bother to explain on this forum, if you want to know, email me I'll explain. But the jest of it is this, I was not having fun and the bit of motivation needed to race at the level up here wasn't coming together (refer to previous sentence for explanation). Based on that bit I've decided to go home. I came here to race, and if that's not going to happen, then it's time to go home and finish up school while I still can and do it without having to retake classes. Some of you may or may not agree with this, but whatever.
By no means is this an end to racing, just don't want to be up here trying to figure something like that out.
Anyways, The Mickster and myself have ventured into Boston a few times to see RD and catch my Dad while we could. The first Spooky frame should be finished later this week. We thought it would be finished the other day but were wrong. Our good buddy Chris Rowe is doing the paint work so its going to be pretty. Chris was a painter at IF for a long time and that's where I ran into him. He is a very talented dude and if you got some paint work you need done check him out. Molotov.
I found this video today trolling around on youtube, liked the looks of it, so that means you're goign to like it as well.