As you have likely become accustomed to if you hang around within ear shot of my voice or even read my angst filled rants on Facespace or the Twitter then you know I hate my fucking job. As I tend to clarify, it’s not my actual profession, but where I do it and for whom I do it. Well my friendly internet pals, these days as they say, are coming to an end.
I’m not kidding myself here in that I’m going to stop complaining about things, that’s one of my charms, I just get to stop complaining about the places I complain about and get to focus more on the things I complain about. You know, dog shit on the pedestrian bridge, old men telling me about their 10 pound Peugot and “paddling” it 40 miles per hour or even the occasional bureaucratic mishap that in reality doesn’t actually affect my life but I need to bitch about it anyway.
Back to the happiness. Not the movie kind, as that is to never be seen again, but the bike shop kind. I am more than happy, dare I say enraptured by the fact that I will be splitting my work week between my two most adored shops in the area, On Your Left Cycles and Main Street Bikes. Working in these shops will only avail me opportunities to become better at what I love and I sincerely thank them for the opportunity to work with them in expanding their operations.
With all the formalities out of the way, I’d like to mention that the Cyclocross World Championships were in town about a week and a half ago and it was absolutely fucking amazing. If you missed it, I wouldn’t expect to see it here again anytime soon. You fucking missed it! Got to meet some of the kick ass internet friends in person, missed seeing a bit more of them, and overall I’m still reeling from it. I apparently pissed off the fake foam party guys with the antics below, by which I am only too happy for accomplishing.
I’d also like to mention that aside from Krachtfruit Rob to my right, I am partying with not only one of my new bosses, but also my lawyer. Life ain’t so bad. I managed to meet Chris King, also a perk of new employment, and lose my FUCI shirt all at the same party. Danced more than I can even remember, hung with all my favorite bicycle friends and even remember enough to make it all worthwhile.
Thursday prior to Worlds I managed to race the Raleigh Single Speed Cyclocross Derby presented by Raleigh Bikes, Larceny Bourbon by Heaven Hill, Feedback Sports and WD-40 Bike in the same damn Mr. McGibblets get up sans head. Like an idiot, I did so on my polo bike which provided more than it’s share of problems. Regardless, I hopped the log every time though.
I may or may not have been kicked out of the SSCXDerby after party as the bar manager was unable to take a joke. That was more Krachtfruit Rob partnership as well. Continuing to go back in time, the rest of my Masters Worlds week had me appearing as this.
Thanks for that to Michael Seiler and the Rogue Racing Project for giving me a chance to sludge around in rain, mud and ice, get yelled at by UCI Officials and knock frozen mud off bikes. Can’t wait to do it again. I love this shit.