Thursday, February 28, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
Friday was another urban ride and more funky good times. Hit the west side of town for food and drinks at The Admiral then walked across the street for some more good funk music at the Rocket Club. Hung out and boogied till 1:00 and when the music wrapped up at the Rocket Club it was time for more at the Crow's Nest Lounge.
Saturday it was time for some bike love. Matt J, Stan and I hit Richmond Park with the pups for some disc golf action to warm things up. Nice course with lots of elevation changes and trees that make for a tight and challenging course. Judah loved it and it's great to know there is a great course about 5 minutes away. Bike love kicked off with drinks at Bruce's then it was time to pedal over to the River Arts District. Oh my god, did this party rock. Bikes, free beer from French Broad Brewery, and three bands. Tons of cool bike people and Bruce dressed up like a bad porn star meets Vinny the mobster. Beers were consumed, the bands rocked, and once again the night wrapped up with me dancing on a school bus with the back cut off and dance floor installed at 4:00 am this morning. I haven't had more fun since the last night I can't remember. Thanks to all that threw this party and the girl who got me home. BIKE LOVE!
Monday, February 18, 2008
I finished making my bed frame on Thursday. Cool platfrom bed style. Made it for less than 200 bucks and used all natural products, good times and now I finally have real bed. Went out with some other single fellas on Thursday night and called it a day.
The boys hit town on Friday. Jamie and I kicked it off with keg run to Pisgah Brewing Company and a trip to the I-9 Factory. They are located right outside of West Asheville and have an amazing facility with more bad ass wheels, machines and dirt jumps than one could ever imagine. These boys are doing it right and once I sell a few Green Homes I will put some green down on a set of amazing wheels. Check out Jamie’s blog for more photos as I forgot my camera to document the amazing work that goes into a set of these wheels. Big thanks to the boys for the kind welcome and for the beers and letting me borrow a bike to blast some air on their sick set of jumps. Elliot and Greg soon arrived at the Crow’s Nest and it was off to Barleys Tap Room for darts, beers and slices. Emmie, Fred and Libby joined the boys and we headed back to the pad to tap the keg of Pisgah Pale and had a dance party to celebrate Emmie’s birthday at the stroke of midnight.
Saturday was hazy to say the least as the good times on Friday night rolled well into the am. We hooked up with Benet, the yazoo boys and Bishop and decided to ride Pisgah. The wind storm from last week did some serious damage and we quickly found ourselves hiking over, under, and around giant trees that had taken a beating from the intense winds that blew though. We made the call to head to Bent Creek after getting on/off the bike numerous times over the a span of 500 feet. The boys headed to Bent Creek and I hit the store for party supplies. The party picked up around 8 and went off till around 2 am. Probably had a good 50-60 people thru the Crow’s Nest over the course of the evening. Great people, great music & great times. It went by in a blur and finally crashed out around 4 am.
Woke up at 8:30 to the ride call. I was secretly hoping for a rain out and a few more hours of sleep but it was only light rain and the threat of more to come so we headed out to Black Mtn. for the Sunday epic. Met up with Matt J at Biowheels, and hooked up with Chris B, and Bishop at the trail head for Kitsuma. Climbed up Rattlesnake in cold winds and light rain on the big squishy bike. Now this was the third time I have taken the Blur off road. The gears came in handy for the multimile climb up rocks and roots to the top of Heartbreak Ridge. The gears however did not seem to help with my lack of energy and hangover from the past three nights of burning it at both ends and a five hour bike ride in Pisgah is not the smartest after 4 hours of sleep. The crew was nice enough to wait for me at the several points along the climb for which I am eternally grateful. It wasn’t all pain and suffering though as there was great 6 mile decent waiting for us once we reached the top. The climb back up to the car was rough and I was VERY happy to see the car once I was done. After ride pizzas at My Fathers in Black Mtn where 7 guys consumed enough food to feed a small community and I could feel the life coming back into me. Great day overall, we missed the major rains that came in an hour after we wrapped up and I was able to call the weekend to a close.
This barely touches on all that took place and I am still too tired to type much more. Come on up boys and girls, Jamie, Dunn and Elliot will admit that it doesn’t get much better than a weekend at the Crow’s Nest.
Until next time...
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Now, I have never been attacked by a Cougar but I could use a serious mauling right about now. Today is V-day and society and our significant others expect us to get a cheezie card, go shopping or buy dinner. I say buck the trends and just really let your partner know how you feel by giving them some of the good stuff, screw the shopping part and just screw. I saw too many lame jewelry commercials last night on tv and dudes at Target looking for some last minute piece of crap to express their love. Excuse me but yes I am jaded this V-Day, my leg is re-injured from the death march on Black Mtn, so I can’t even ride my bike which is the only thing I have been "riding" these days. With no home girls is Asheville to make me forget about my pain guess I will just have to get over it. For you out there who do have someone, get down, go down and don’t stop till rocking till the break of dawn. All of my love…
Monday, February 11, 2008
Sunday was Chris Benents B-Day and there was a party at the bowling alley to celebrate. Pitchers of beer, some bowling balls and good party was on. Met a couple of cute ladies that were interested in going to hear Maceo Parker and my decesion to hit the Orage Peel later that night was made. Pedaled home, grabbed some food and pedaled to the show thru crazy headwinds. Holly funkin funk. Grand Pianoramax openned the show and these guys threw down. A little spoken work with some badass beats. Check em out! After a killer openning band, Maceo and crew came out and got the funk on. It was like watching a master at work pulling out all the stops with a band made up of some of the most bass ass funk musicians still alive. The set was great and they played for what had to be 2.5 hours. Give the drummer some, as he cranked out the whole set never taking a rest while the rest of the musicans got to do a little rotation. Great show and one that should have me riding high on the funk for the rest of the week. As my friend Nicole said, "he needs to play every Sunday". It sure would make the rest of the week alot better. Jamie P is heading this way on Friday. We are hitting I-9 for a factory tour and a session on the Pump Track they built behind their building on Friday afternoon to kick it off, damn I love bicycles. If anyone is up for getting down this weekend bring the funk, party at the Crow's Nest on Saturday night and rides all weekend. Word.
In case you need a little more funk in your day. hit me again...
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Back in Asheville I cracked the first beer of the day, gave the dogs a bath, made some lunch and got ready for the fun to come. Being Marti Gras Day it was only fitting to be drinking by 3:00. I have been to the Gras a few times and spent my far share of time in the streets of New Orleans so I know how to kick it. Ty got home and we were off to the bar. Three pints of Pisgah Pale at Jack of the Wood started things off. Meet some good people there but decided it would not be Marti Gras without a pretty colored Rum drink so we walked down the street and caught a seat at the Yacht Club for Hurricanes. The drinks were great but at eight bucks a pop it was a little too much like New Orleans so we headed back to the house ate some food, drank some Yazoo Dos and grabbed the bike for what adventure was next. As Bruce and I were heading down town Ty calls to say that the Grey Eagle was “going off harder that he has ever seen it”. The Firecracker Jazz Band was playing the marti gras party and they were tearing it up. Tons of people shaking their butts like it was the Dragon’s Den in the French Quarter. Lots of cute ladies in costume, two dollar Turbo Dogs, and a smoking hot band makes for a good time and a good time we had. Meet several ladies via the dance floor, learned how the do the Charleston and caught a beer buzz that only Turbo Dog can provide. Not quite satisfied when the band wrapped up at 12:30 we head downtown for a night cap. I don’t remember the name of the bar but I do remember overweigh chicks flashing titties a few feet away from me. Kinda like a car wreck that you don’t want to look at but for some reason you can look away. Oh well, after a pint a several titty shots later I decided it was time to roll. Got my bike out of Ty’s car and pulled the lamest move I have done in years. With a running start I tried to jump onto the seat only to miss, plant my left foot on the ground and let the bike ride away with my other foot on the pedal. I very quickly found myself doing the splits and laying in the middle street on Broadway in front of Barleys Taproom looking around for cars or someone laughing their ass off. Fortunately since it was past 1 there were neither so I get up only to realize that I could hardly walk and my leg muscle was wrenched from me doing the spits. The pain went to my head and I felt like I was going to throwup. I hobbled inside, gave Ty his keys and headed back out to fresh air and my bike that I now had to ride home. I couldn’t throw my leg over the bike so I decided to start walking (hobbling) up the hill towards home. At the top I made it to the pedals and used my good leg to get me home. Feel asleep to escape the pain, only to be awoken by severe pain and a wicked hangover. Didn’t want to have to get up for fear of falling down but did eventually and have been hobbling around all day. I got the whole pirate walk down pat by now, I just need a cool hat and parrot and I can hit the open seas. Hope to be back on the bike in a few days, wish me well.
Monday, February 4, 2008
"I'd be glad to sponsor the team again this year. The wool jerseys are the most popular items we sell at the brewery, even at the price. We sold our last one back in November and actually had two people fighting over who saw it first. We need to get some more in stock.