divergent

I wish I could race grass track, as real racing.  It suits me, just a of couple gears, a few elbows, the trust of your tread biting the sod, and sticking your nose where it should not be.

and it seems, from the awful animal collective album to some of the good stuff, heavy handed reverb is layed onto  it all.    

around here, not that I see myself as one type of bike racer, road racers are in power and have blinders on to the other types of racing.   I don't know why.  Even on my team, road rules the roost.    In my last PA cycling email, it says "As the season winds down it’s that time of year when riders begin to look at where they rank in the PA BAR standings and scour the calendar to determine number of races left that offer points".  F that.    I love to race on the road; crits, tt's, circuits, road. 

but the Mtb community and the Cross community and I'm sure the Track community do so much more than race.  Check out a MASS race, so well run, timing chips.  and the Hood, MAC it kicks out the jams mother fuckers.  Really well run, cheap, and again a great community.

MY SEASON IS JUST STARTING.  I HAVE A BIG WET STAIN.  SO MANY RACES, SO MANY GOOD RACES.

I bought a basket of tomatos at the nice Maple Acres Farm for 5 dollars. I have so many that I'm going door to door, a bit tipsy, around the neighborhood, and giving them away.  Drinking terrapin's Rye.

I bought some JuJu and got a growler filled, join me, not that I promise to make it but I should be there, at the back of the Mann Sunday night.  I'll fill your red cup, and listen to you talk while the air carries MGMT in lapping waves to our ears.  

I don't know why I'm so rye tonight, maybe cause my early music father was Ron House and here is some of his music.  The Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments!


cheers, watch out, d.