Fire in my hole.
Posted in Uncategorized on July 4th, 2011 by Stevil
Why’s Captain Dave got me contributing up in this piece?
Posted in Uncategorized on June 22nd, 2011 by Stevil
It’s an adventure suitible for Rapha, bitches.
Posted in Uncategorized on June 21st, 2011 by StevilC.D breezed through the state of Northern California recently, and with his arrival came the opportunity to step out and show him some of the East Bay backroads that helped sculpt my thighs into the clubs of power that they are today.
In no particular order, some of the topics that we discussed were;
Finding contentment in one’s own life.
Making art.
Portland.
Oakland.
Sam Elliott.
And all with the world was just as it was supposed to be.
Working hard so I don’t have to.
Posted in Uncategorized on June 19th, 2011 by StevilMy socks smell like strawberries.
Things That Make Us Smile
Posted in Uncategorized on June 6th, 2011 by DaveWe do all that social media bullshit, the Twatter, the Facesit, you know. It allows us more avenues to annoy folks with our inane brand of bicycle related drunken assholeness. We share things like cool vintage race clips, gross out shit that makes our inner teenagers giggle, or just plain old tits.
What’s more fun is drawing attention to ourselves from folks who don’t like us for a variety of reasons. Not that that is hard to do, because it isn’t, in fact we are mostly deserving of hate and ridicule. We hate ourselves, you should too. Pissing off Lance-o-phytes is easy. Funny to see the hackles get up with some of these sorts.
But it’s nice to see those of you out there who get it, who like it, and have a laugh or two at our expense. And it’s nice when random images like the below pop up. Kinda makes the hate just a little more frothy.
This weekend I attended the surprise 40th birthday party of Amigo Number Three.
Posted in Uncategorized on June 6th, 2011 by StevilIn recent years he’s recognized his own long time struggle with alcohol, and has taken steps to be clean and sober.
Amigo Number Two and I have yet to take those steps, but there’s nothing like waking up the morning following a mini bender and being shocked into sobriety.
While Friday evening was boozy, Saturday morning was nothing if not confusing when the first things I saw as my eyes peeled open was an Elvis lamp;
A Star Wars blanket;
and A-Team curtains;
It was like Hot Tub Time Machine, but with a bigger headache.
Take it from me kids, just because your friend is sober, doesn’t mean you have to feel the need to make up for them.
Pretty much.
Posted in Uncategorized on May 29th, 2011 by StevilIn 1989 I first discovered Nirvana, and they were a band that made an impression on me for reasons like this.
Then again, I was also a huge fan of Fudge Tunnel, so that shows you where my head was at.
A comment that I found interesting.
Posted in Uncategorized on May 22nd, 2011 by StevilI’m sure Captain Dave will be through here at some point with his perspective on the currant drama within the Lance camp, but I had to take the opportunity to post the following comment made by one Berne Shaw at the conclusion of this recent VeloNews piece.
“As an older pro rider at the time I watched the best athlete I had ever seen in any sport ride past us when he was yet an intermediate amateur. He had a VO2 max of 93, higher than olympic cross country skiers and marathoners.
He was honest, bright, and generous. He became a real family man, a good husband. He was Greg LeMond.
He was almost fatally shot and recovered. He went on to two more TDF wins and a World Championship all against others who doped.
HE DID NOT DOPE! I knew him. He with his VO2 max of 93 and advanced training and dedication had bad days, trouble attaining peak fitness. He began to over train to keep up with the peloton. He panicked. He thought there was something wrong with him. It took him a while to realize the whole peloton was doping.
The speeds of stages, the climbers, the domestiques going faster than him.
Did he dope to equalize himself? Answer NO a resounding NO.
He dared to speak out even though it would cost him his career, his contract with Trek, his reputation. He knew Lance and others would trash him.
Many many many here and else where called him jealous, sour grapes, a baby. They accused him here of being a doper too. A has been. They extolled Lance.
Lance sold poison Kool Aid folks. Sugary colorful hero cancer survivor wonderboy Kool Aid.
I watched the young Lance after races. He was a sick womanizer. Callous. Superficial. Party man. User.
Everyone knew back then he was not mr. nice guy.
Like many vain glorious macho types he was good at being charismatic and since he totally rationalized his own crap behavior he was incredibly good at fooling himself and looking genuine and honest. Never true. Never.
There are two kinds of dopers. The small guys who have some moral fiber who get caught up in things. Like Andreaui, Hincapie, Hamilton. They are wrong but their motives and methods are minor. They are decent people who have made wrong choices. They can atone and do great things in their lives if they come clean.
And there are the big ones. They do the real destruction to people and the sport. They are empty and disconnected to anything moral. They give convincing apologies after being brought down but they should never be trusted again. They are the ones we must learn to never trust.
Lance is one of those individuals. I have been played a fool in my life, so like any of you here who were fooled, I am no better.
But I did see through Lance. I am so so glad for LeMond and all the other true heros who stayed the course, had the integrity and courage to speak out. Thank you Greg. And thank you to all here and elsewhere who would be silenced.”
Fuckin’ a Berne. Fuckin’ a.