Ladies and Gentlemen, on my right corner, Jews. In the left corner, Christians. Weighing in at 7 pounds 8 oz, JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSus Christ. So ya killed his ass, made him a martyr, and invented Peeps. Awesome. So impressive. Spend more on the war machine, invade the infidel, ignore our own people. Dictate morality in direct opposition to your own mandate of "only god can judge". On this Easter, I say "up yours ya prick!" Oh, and this........
When the number one reason we have a trade deficit is the auto industry, the first of many battles should be at the most micro level. Ride your fuckin bike more. Leave the big tin beast in it's house (You do realize a garage is a house for your car ? ). Less use, less wear and tear. Fewer parts purchased, longer life to the vehicle. Or is your ego tied to trendy and new? Could you own a car, ten years, and put less than 60k on it? In Wisconsin? Man up and slam me if I am wrong.
2009 Chicago Cyclocross Cup from Heather Jurewicz on Vimeo..
A fond fare thee well to the splendors and solitudes of Winter. An adios to the seclusion of taking a blind curve at high speed, knowing there will be no rollerblader, geriatric, or obese dog in your path. My ride today was fecund with nuphreds, spandex boys that survived the winter by riding on rollers and jerking off to Tour de Drugs videos. Mothers fat at the thighs, waddling themselves and their offspring awkwardly down the bike lane, jabbering on cell phones all the while, oblivious to the beauty surrounding them. Intent only on burning calories, and getting the hell back to their minivan. I ride unfettered, no despised ipod, no distraction. Solid rubber, 26mm, with no spikes, crackles across the still sandy pavement. One gear fixed, and my thoughts are, and this is really sick, "I miss Winter already".
