Hellbound And Pedalling
Fugazi: Red Medicine, Jesus Lizard: Boilermaker, Puss, Dancing Naked Ladies Red Fang: Prehistoric Dog, Night Destroyer Blood on the Wall: Mary Susan, The Pixies: Tame, Slint: Good Morning, Captain, The Mars Volta: Day of the Baphomets
Place on repeat, spin and spin until you are throwing up a little bit and your legs are screaming like Mexican villagers in a spaghetti western. Continue reading “Symphonium for turning one’s self inside out”
Sun came out today. Life ain’t all bad. Still want a ‘cross bike. Still gotta get the MTB dirty again before I can justify any new wheels.
This is happening around the place, but not Hobart. If it’s near you, I’m sure you know about it already, but maybe not. If you go, I’m sure there’ll be something good.
And here’s an interesting blog post about laser cut dropouts, if you’re into that kind of thing. Forwarded on by my old man, aka the Man In Black, aka BP, aka Bruce Pringsteen. Respect.
And from the same site, here’s an amusing video. Should be replicated around the world for worthy chuckles and good times.
Also, spotting custom BnC spoke cards on bikes in the city makes my day. Rep it and roll it.
Don’t forget daylight savings starts tonight (clocks forward 2am). That means more light, and that summer is going to drag its sorry arse out of the shed eventually. Which means more riding time, more drinking time, and hopefully plenty of hot weather (yeah right!). A PSA from BNC. That’s how we do it.
Here are a few shots from the Hobart Ouse Hobart ride the other week. Shot on film, hence the late posting.
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Isn’t life strange?
One day, you’re just sitting there living in the city that isn’t the host of the 2010 World Singlespeed Championships and the next day, BAM! you are! What’s got two thumbs and is apoplectic with excitement? This guy! I don’t know much more than that at this stage and will post back when I know more details. You can all come and stay with me though. Benny has the spare room, so you can fight over the couches/air mattresses.
SPRING BREAK!!!!! CANCUN!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!.
(ahem).
It’s been quiet on the riding front over here for me of late, however next week I’ll be stepping out with another rigid SS riding gentleman as a team in the Whaka 100. Should be a blast.
Rapha moment? Rapha moment? well….I sure don’t want to be left out when it comes to Rapha moments.
SHAZAAAAAAAAAM!!!!!!
Here’s a little more footage and some snaps from the Hobart Ouse Hobart 2009. Nicely done by Ross. I’d like to point your attention to the highly professional zip-up-and-salute performed by this particular rider. Future grand tour rider in the making I’d have to say.
And here’s a little Rapha from Josh.
Young Jono Miller is hosting his first B’n’C group ride, ‘Full Moon Fleet’ on Sunday October Four. Get yourself along to Salamanca Lawns @ 10:30pm, bring a few beers and headout for a luna-lit ‘Tour De Back Streets’. I’m sure the crew will have an impromtu skid comp, ‘townhill’ event or similar act of pure fun whilst out on the pushies in the evening. Do yourself a favour, embrace a spring night in the city from the saddle of your bike.
Wow. What an Alleycat. I haven’t laughed that hard in ages. The photographs that were being shoved in front of the judging panel were nothing short of amazing. Policemen astride brakeless track bikes, the Flippers Fish Punt crew ‘flipping off’ a fuck load of cyclists, random dogs getting some lovin’, Dicko, Thommo and MP swimming in the Franklin Square Fountain (Nic in his specially purchased Budgie Smugglers), Roy IN a Hummer, Mad ‘Thrasher’ thrashin’ by a far from sober and underpant clad Hunnibell, the ‘Top Gun’ lads and (possibly best off all), Thommo throwin’ down a backflip outside Customs House Hotel. Continue reading “Alleycat and Photohunt.”
BnC headed off on the much-anticipated Hobart Ouse Hobart ride on Monday morning. Nine riders it total, mounted on tourers, cyclocrossers, roadies, singlespeeds and track bikes. We rode up some stupid hills and I think the three of us who were stuck on fixed gear bikes quite soon realised we were a little foolish. Regardless, the ride was awesome and we rode through some awesome scenery and passed a heap of nifty little backwaters. A headwind plagued the first day, and there was a bit of pain darkening the beautiful sunshine and tail wind on the second day, but the ride passed smoothly without any mechanicals or offs, which is a sure sign that the cycling powers were keeping an eye on us. Ben walked a few of the hills, but kept claiming he ran into nude lesbian pillow fights and was forced to slow down to watch. Gus slowly opened his eyes to the joy that is a cycling chamois. And Damo rode the whole way in the big ring, as a way of showing solidarity with those of us on fixed gear bikes…smart arse.
I’ve come down with the flu as a direct result of being a useless unfit bastard who’s unused to riding any distance greater than three kilometres, so I’m not going to write any more than that. I’ll leave it up to Liam and his camera to tell the rest of the tale, and hope that some of the other guys can either post some more or throw up some photos (yet to get my film developed).
Roll on.
This is happening on the weekend. Weather’s looking rad too, should be a big one! It’s been asked that if you’re using a digital camera, you also bring along a cord for it so that the photos can be put onto a laptop at the end of it all. See ya there.
