Man, I Got Nothin'

All it takes to make me happy, on some days, is to see an attractive woman on a bike.

Until that shit gets weird.

For Peat's Sake

It all comes down to horticulture. Not really. Nothing else came to mind. Moving along...

Recently I set up a Twitter account, something that has been on a list of things to not do, and in doing so remembered I had a blog. Hey, lookit that. It's been a while so here is an update.

Biking has taken over as my exercise of choice. Ok, that's probably mild. Consider this- if my home wasn't a twenty minute drive from most beacons of civilization I would happily bike the distance. Work is only six miles away but the route to get there contains one state highway, one narrow county road with fast unforgiving drivers and a Wal-Mart. I just kind of dislike the Wal-Mart, it isn't really a problem. In any case, my fixed gear/biking obsession has grown to now include a hybrid bike.

After selling some stuff on Craigslist and amassing a hundred bucks, I decided to take the old Trek Antelope mountain bike down the path of rejuvenation. Considering the bike has proven its self to be one of the more indestructible things I've owned over the years, the option to fix it up was pretty easy. It's got fenders now, yo! Some new hybrid tires to decrease rolling resistance and a rack just big enough for a 12 pack of whatever.

I still plan to post stories of Chicago riding on critical mass days and others as well. But, you see, my head is off into other things like "will I actually work on the kitchen floor today?", "who sells Skatelite for cheap?" and "can I bike to get it?". Be well.