Tuesday, February 28, 2012

OMG it was sunny yesterday!

Riding downtown, joints, cafe zum zum, candy. Sun. Sun. Sun.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Ridin' Dirty - Just the tip tonight

Two paper dirt weed joints will save the world.

'i dont want a cigarette. i want all the cigarettes.' -Dara

Monday, February 13, 2012

Two miles of Burke-Gilman Trail no longer ball-jarring

ow, my balls
A full two miles of the 18-mile Burke-Gilman Trail are no longer ball-jarringly bumpy as of Friday with the reopening of a short, relatively insignificant section of the bike trail popular with cyclists who like to punish their genitalia.

The $5 million King County project to widen and repave the two measly miles closed the trail during the summer, reopened two months late, cost twice what officials initially thought it would cost and all things considered is pretty underwhelming.

The redecorated section starts at 145th Street NE and ranges, ever so briefly, into Bum Fucking Egypt. It features new benches, retaining walls, shrubbery, new bollards and a whole host of bull shit.

To accommodate those with suspended driver's licenses who still had to ride to and from Bum Fucking Egypt during the closure, transportation officials designed a five-mile detour that included many steep hills intending to encourage car commuting and finally prove to the world that they are bad at their jobs. Unbeknownst to the officials, the detour would be a boon for cyclists without fixed work schedules who were also training for the Tour de France.

Leading up to the fresh blacktop is still some of the trail's worst riding. In fact, from the University Bridge to the two-mile section is pretty shitty. Unless one has a bright head light, it's no fun to ride in the dark, and may be partly to blame for Seattle's declining birth rate.

The trail is, however, open. So we got that going for us.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Don't call it a comeback

message from the president:
night rides have begun once again. w the 2 recent injuries in our past we look to move fwd. to destroy more hills and ogle more hotties and get mo loko
-mr. q, nunca morales
q-do u want to say anything?
a-not necessarily
'you can be my mama
and ill b yr boy
original rude boy
never am i coy
you could be a shorty in my ill convoy'
'rappers suck
when they spit i doubt em
the crap they sing about
you wanna slap the (expletive deleted) shit out of em'
-mf doom
mr q to bollard: 'we meet again'

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Death From Above!

"The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
And the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee."