Thursday, March 02, 2006

Downtown Sit-down


Dressed in his best goomba leisurewear, Joe rolled out on his Kona commuter. Surrounded by his capos and lieutenants, he was going downtown to meet with other families in the bike community.

We were there to make sure they kissed his pinkie ring.

I swooped alongside him on the 1989 "Red Rocket" Dakar, modified for the urban singletrack. S.B. led out on his Voodoo 29'er, his tiny toy dachshund-type dog Beauty, tucked deep in his messenger bag, clipped in of course.
Bushy was in full race regalia. I think I saw him shooting goo packs before we left the neighborhood. Puzzled as to the agenda for the evening I sighed, bemoaning the fate of being a soldier in this family, never knowing what you may walk into next.

Beneath the yellow lights of the gazebo on Park I could see about 20 riders gathered. It was the Fixie Crew, a gang of young upstarts making waves in the city these days.

"Look at 'em boss, their bicycles don't even have no gears."

"Yeah, and why are they all the time pedaling, pedaling, pedaling?"

"Relax boys, I do business with these gentlemen."

So the meeting slowly winds itself up and into an actual meeting. A young buck with tree trunk legs and a mellow disposition calls the gangs to order. Apparently April is National Bicycle Month and the goal of this sit-down is to coordinate the various events and efforts so as not to step on any toes.

Coincidentally, the Circus started touring in April '05 so hey, let's do something right? I add my event to the calendar... "Sometime in April, off-road ride, followed by grilling and Guiness somewhere on or near 10th Ave." Pretty organized of me on such short notice don't you think?

I've got to hand it to the fixie gang, they are hammering out a scene for themselves. "Bike-in" movies, Checkpoint Races, Huffy tosses. They are so motivated it's exhausting. It's working for them too, these dudes aren't slow, and they get all the cool, sulky, tattooed and pierced young ladies as well. What do I get? Obstinate curmudgeons bickering on the Net.

What can I say? I'm into fat tires forever.

Back Porch snippet II

(After sitting Bushy down 4 of 6 games)

Juancho: I own you.

Bushy: Shut up Dirt.

Juancho: Look at those bullseyes, they're beautiful.

Bushy: Whatever Dirt.

Juancho: I'm throwing rocks tonight!

Bushy: Dirt.

Fascinating isn't it?

Juancho



5 comments:

Bushyhead Galore said...

fuck you bro. you just went public with the darts scores. if i finish my essays early tonight i am going to kick your ass on the dart board. i am going to run that shit up until there is no more room to write!!!

juancho said...

always with the cursing you and che.

eazyrider74 said...

I will kick all your asses at darts. BITCHES!

che said...

lo siento juancho....necu vise da psujem. ne brini...znam da tvoj mama i tata cita ovaj blog. ali da znas, ti si seljak. hajde bog

juancho said...

All I got was seljak, which most likely says it all.