New Evils

Here's what I did at work today:





The black one is mine, the white one is Charlies. My bikes is an XL, with a Rock Shox Revalation, DT Swiss 240's on 819 rims, the new Sunline 762 (mm wide) flat bar, some shiny bits here and there, and of course the Hammerschmidt cranks.

The white one is Charlies. It's a large, with a fox 150 Talas, Industry Nine wheels, shiny bits here and there, and of course the Hammerschmidt cranks.

The jury is out on the gearing, front is 24t and 38t equivalent, I've got an 18 tooth cog on back, Charlie has a 20 tooth, so we'll see what works out better.

That's about it. Big silly adventures, here we come.

Also, it snowed today, a whole lot, for about 20 minutes:

Waisting time online:

Came across this tonight:

Lance Armstrong Doping History

It's an interesting read, kind of puts all the different little tales you hear about Armstrong in one place. Actually, come to think of it, there's some stuff left out in there that pops up in conversations about him rather frequently.
I'm not necessarily a L.A. hater, but I think it would be interesting to see a list of all the confirmed dopers that he beat the pants off of, while claiming to be completely clean the whole time.
The best part is that this very anti-Lance little article is flanked by advertisements featuring who? Lance Armstrong, of course. Good times.

And while I'm being kind of a sourpuss, how about this:

http://www.bustedcarbon.com/

I can't remember if I've linked this blog before or not, but I get some sick satisfaction from it. My buddy Richaround recently brought a post from last week to my attention:

http://www.bustedcarbon.com/2009/10/no-carbon-wednesday-titanium.html



hmm, what brand of bars are those?

That goes out to Dr. Dave, who until recently was riding a similar bar, and took our advice to switch to something a little more... reputable.

In personal bike collection news, I have project "stupid bike" in the stand right now, hopefully to be finished up tomorrow morning.
What is the "stupid bike" you ask? Well, clearly I needed a 5" travel hardtail in my fleet (or "hardcore hardtail" if you will. Perhaps I've been reading too many British bike mags lately, they can't get enough of the "hardcore hardtail" over there). I have also wanted to own a Hammerschmidt crankset since the first time I put my hands on one. And as soon as I heard about the Hammerschmidt, I thought that it would mate up well with a single cog, giving you a 2 speed bike.
So, project stupid bike is an Evil Soveirgn frame, with a Hammerschmidt crank, single cog in back, and inevitably, some ridiculously large tires, silly wide bars, and shiny bits here and there. It will be the go-to bike for those rides that I'm just a little too scared to bring the singlespeed on, and we'll see if those Brits know what they're talking about.
I'll put up a pick tomorrow when I finish it.

I just saw this link:

Evil Sect 140mm trail bike

Yeah, Tony, Vince and I were in that suite and got to fondle and squish on that bike. I'm excited. They wouldn't let us take any pictures though. They basically dubbed it a "trail bike for the downhiller", which we're excited about, as we have plenty of downhillers around that inevitably will come on a trail ride with me some day, and then get hooked. It's got relatively slack angles, and looks like it will appreciate aggressive riding styles.

Speaking of that suite, it was the coolest thing I've seen at Interbike. The Evil guys basically said they decided to take the 40k they would have blown on a booth and instead hire somebody for a year, and then invite dealers up to a suite to show off the product. The result was a much more personal and productive atmosphere, with big comfy couches which my hungover self much appreciated, and of course a bathtub full of adult beverages, which I also appreciated. It was rad, except that it did smell a little bit like a bunch of hungover dudes hanging in a hotel room, but what can you expect from a bike trade show? Lovely smelling women? Only if they've been paid to stand on a pedestal and hand out literature.

Well, the battery on this here computer is starting to get a little low, and it's getting uncomfortably warm on my lap. The computer says it's 145 deg F inside of itself, and something is spinning at 1995rpm. That all seems a little hot and dangerous to me. What if something melts and then the little spinning thing goes flying around and chops my legs off?

A windy 100 miles.

At the last minute, Danny and I decided we would go participate in the Day of the Tread charity fundraiser century. It's a really well put together event, with rides of several different lengths, getting up to a full 100 miler (or maybe 96 miles), and a few different running walking events as well.
Benefits were for the Cary Tingley Hospital, and Casa Esperanza, so you know, it's for the kids.
It was really well organized, what seemed to be a huge turnout, the feed stations along the ride were awesomely well stocked, and there was a buffet and beer tent at the finish, free for participants. All pretty impressive.
Danny, J.F., and I decided we would do the 100 miler, and quickly worked our way to a front group of racer types, carrying a very nice tempo. I had assumed most of these guys were headed out to do the century as well, but when we reached Bernalillo, and the route went right for the 80 miler, and straight for the 100, basically everybody but us turned right.
I was a little surprised, but in hind sight, it seems as though they knew something I didn't; the century route on 550 out to San Ysidro had a gnarly head wind the whole way.
We weren't quite out of Bernalillo, when J.F. supposedly saw a few people way out in front of us. I didn't see anything, and I personally think he actually smelled them, or just sensed them with some crazy extra sensory racer skill he has. Anyhow, he decided those people must be caught, and his head went down, and I was promptly dropped (Danny managed to hang on). They waited for me at the top of a hill, I caught on, and was promptly dropped again.
So I was out alone for the long haul out to San Ysidro, hating the wind.
I eventually got swallowed up by a decent sized group, and then three of us headed off from the turn-around and finished the remainder of the ride together.
It was good times. That was pretty much an off the couch century for me, as the last ride I had done on the road bike was "Danny's Last Ride" last month. It hurt. I was totally cooked for the rest of the day. Ended up finishing the ride in just over 5 hours. Danny and J.F. eventually made contact with the mysterious riders out in the distance, who turned out to be some friends, one tandem and another guy. They grouped up and finished the ride in about 4 and a half hours.

Again, no pictures, not that I would have anything interesting had I brought a camera along. Lots of pictures of empty road.
Instead, here's a few pics that our boy Long took at tall Scott's pre-haloween kegger the other day:

Customer Love!

Our keg ran out of a couple of days ago. I think our customers could feel something was wrong among the global beer consciousness, as in the first couple of hours today we were hooked up:


Two full cases of Marble, a six pack of Full Sail, and an extra special bomber of some sort for Danny.

Yayyy Beer!

Pics from Sundays ride!