Thursday, February 28, 2008

Truant



I was supposed to be elsewhere this week, but plans changed, leaving me in a torporous state of adjustment. The astronauts who get dressed and load up on the point of a missile just to be told, "Sorry, not today." How do they do it?

All I had to do was drive a Chrysler Sebring (not the convertible) down to Southwest Florida for a few days. Thousands of people are moving heaven and earth for the privilege, but for Juancho, that's just another day at the office and downtime is golden.

It's cool and sunny out there today and I know if I get on a bike and shove off, anywhere I go will be a fine place to be.

-Juancho

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Viewzak



I will be out for a few days, so please enjoy this picture from the secret trail S'quatch and I scouted a couple of weeks ago.

-Juancho

Monday, February 25, 2008

Happy Birthday



Well, what does it mean when your little brother turns an age that doesn't sound so little anymore?

Yeah, that's what I thought it meant too.

In celebration of his big day I predict things will go down like this...

Some sort of fried meat
Golf
different kind of fried meat with cold beer
Nap
Bigtime fried meat extravaganza
Bedtime

I can't wait!

On other fronts-

We rode Munson on Saturday and as we regrouped at the trailhead, one of those Cobra Kai ninnies went past saying something like,"Ride the whole thing bro and the Twilight Zone too!" Jackass, we been riding that trail since you were popping out of your mom's tail, but thanks for the advice.

Yesterday I rode the road bike about 2.7 miles and now my shoulders are permanently pinned back in Abu Ghraibesque pain. If you ride it more than once every six months I guess you can avoid that.

It is Spring in Tallahassee and I had better start acting like it, that much I know.

-Juancho

Friday, February 22, 2008

Book Learnin'



When my friend Chuck asked me if I wanted to go hear "Solomon Rushdie" I hesitated the briefest moment out of literary shame. Not for Chuck's hacking of Mr. Rushdie's name, but because I have never read any of his ahem, "work."

I have tried, believe me. You can't get more than two English Majors together without someone claiming his work to be the sub-continental expression of Marquez. At the least it is known to be provocative and compelling, or whatever. That and a buck fifty gets you a bag of donuts.

Still, a chance to get the lint roller out and clean the cat hair off the black turtleneck sounds like fun, especially with all of this highbrow Northwest weather blowing around. Yeah, I'll ride this weekend-shut it!

So here is what I know about ole Solomon.

He wrote a book that made some Muslims mad. The Ahyatolla Khomeini himself declared a fatwa- or death sentence on his ass. Remember the Ahyatolla? We were really scared of him, but now he seems like Charlie Brown under a ghost sheet compared to Dick Cheney. Mr. Rushdie's book sold like hotcakes at a Kiwanis breakfast. Good for him.

He was briefly married to that gorgeous and classy woman from the reality television show Top Chef. It seems that fatwa business does not hurt a man's chances with the ladies, because he is not a handsome man. Good for him.

We will prepare for this great literary event at the obvious gathering point for the intelligentsia- you know where! Barnacle Bill's on North Monroe.

We will then take our seats in the balcony and begin the chanting of- Sol-o-Mon! Sol-o-Mon!

-Juancho

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Cambio



Did you see the eclipse last night? I see it as a heavenly turning of the page. No mystery, no cipher to unravel, it was more like a commandment. "Let this night be marked as different from the night before, and all the days that came before this night."

Or maybe you just think that the Earth came between the Sun and the Moon? There is a possibility you are right.

We get to choose our spiritual totems, our ecclesiastical tchotchkes, and me- I claim the eclipse.

-Juancho

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Whittling



The panic in S'quatch's voice was evident as we topped the rise of the first hill at Munson. I was not supposed to be there, on his wheel, breathing down his neck. In hindsight I probably would have enjoyed the ride more if I had sandbagged a little, allowing him to think that he still held a solid advantage over me. After that moment, it was breakneck, frantic, pell mell screaming through the woods blindly. He flew like Ichabod Crane before the Headless Horseman. I dispatched one of the killer robots-Mystery the Untameable Robot- to rein him in, but soon it will be I who does the reining, and the reigning.

I am Juancho the whittler, and I am steadily carving on the hickory knot of victory.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Breaking News



How will my Killer Robot Army ever compete with this?

Pa Ingalls completes his final lap of the night at the 12 Hours of Santos, handlebars in hand.

Digest and discuss.

-Juancho

Killer Robot Army



I finally discovered the secret to speed- get some slower friends. No offense meant to my killer robot army. One was riding a 1990 or so Cannondale Beast of the East with slicks and a book rack, and the other is so new to cycling I think I saw him dismount to walk through the trees, and really, who does not enjoy a walk through the trees?

Still, within their bosoms lies the collective beating heart of a killer robot army, and with proper discipline and training I will soon unleash them against the usurpers.

Special props to artist John Lytle "Flippy" Wilson

Juancho

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Sighting



Few creatures are as elusive as me in this town, with my comings and goings. When you consider the Joe's Bike Shop/ Publix run as a social outing and don't put pants on until the end of the work day, it can be said that you are not participating in your community, nay society even. Still, aside from that our local trail dog and pro-am trail advocate Aucillasinks, was found to be standing in front of me at the bagel shop this morning. I caught this shot of him just before he galloped off. Those of you who know him understand my shock and glee to catch such a public sight of him grazing in the daytime. He was purchasing one single ounce of cream cheese so I guess that means he is training or something.

He barely recognized me as I was dressed to impersonate a Republican. I put on the power suit and harass minorities and the elderly in the streets. My themes tend to focus on "get a job", "Your problems are not my fault" and "Don't blame me just because my Dad had money."

Anything to mobilize the base.

Juancho

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Drip, drip drizzle, drip.



S'quatch and I started to head west to the Lines Tract trail, or "Linetrack" as I prefer to say it, but the radar was not looking good and it was already raining here in town. In my efforts to not ride I proposed many bizarre scenarios like, "I only want to ride if we can go by a pawn shop, a city park, and a taco stand. I'm not in the mood for anything else." Or, "Why don't we take the road bikes out to the Live Oak Connector trail."

All my negotiations got me was a car ride to Computer Tutors, allowing us to skip the sloppy cross-traffic section of the ride and go straight to the mud. Wreckin' Ball joined us, much to S'quatch's chagrin, and we rode the Northside regulars. My bike was such a dirty mess last night I could hear parts falling off in my sleep.

That's all. I rode my bike. It ought not be big news here on a cycling blog, but alas, it is a fairly major event.

-Juancho

Tuesday, February 12, 2008



I don't know if you get the opportunity to peruse the latest corporate-speak literature, but I do. The general idea is to take some truism of the business world like, "Wherever you go there you are" or "If a frog had wings it wouldn't bump it's ass a-hopping" and then you distill that complex message into a little parable or fable or homily perhaps.

I'm thinking of introducing this sort of inspired literature into our cycling community. Got any ideas? I have one. It will be called "Johnny and the Free Ice Cream." It will tell the story of a boy with a bicycle who is riding along having a perfectly smashing afternoon when he passes a stand that says, FREE ICE CREAM. The clever part comes now. Johnny gets off of his bicycle and enjoys himself a free ice cream. I'm thinking mint chocolate chip.

On an unrelated note, S'quatch and I rode the new Cadillac trail.

I found it pretty tasty.

-Juancho

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Secret Spot



S'quatch and I found a new trail this weekend. It is somewhere north of Tallahassee, but south of Baltimore, MD. The trail is characterized by frequent to constant climbing while averting all downhill slopes in favor of gradual upgrade desecents. Like Spook Hill in Lake Wales, FL- you go uphill even when you go downhill. A trainer's paradise.

There is no need to worry about falling either, as the trail varies from a rich chocolate mud to a damp, fluffy mulch.

The campground provides a lakefront view, large erratic boulders, and a hot shower that feels like a thousand needles. I hear some people like that.

Anyway, there is no point in going on, I simply refuse to discuss the matter with you people.

Tomorrow, perhaps we will discuss my friend Sasquatch and his interesting route selection on the way home.

You wouldn't think Madison, FL is in between Tallahassee and Atlanta, but actually- it appears to be so.

-Juancho

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Ahhh yes,



And enjoy this video link.

Juancho

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6379325034557442280&q=kittens+eating+ice+cream&total=11&start=0&num=10&so=0&type=search&plindex=0

Monday, February 04, 2008

Have a Seat



Please have a seat. The blogger will be with you in just a moment.

Actually I am working in ATL this week so it is unlikely that I will be posting regularly and even less likely that I will have anything interesting to say. It will be downright improbable that it will have anything to do with bikes.

S'quatch will be joining me on the scene by Friday at which point we will storm the Dauset Nature Center Trails near Jackson, GA.

Whoop-de-do right?

Go see the fellas maybe- Bigworm and the Wrecking Ball, two of the more successful spin-offs on the internet, and there is always Fat Lad to give you a "buck up little camper" speech if you need one.

I think I need one,

Juancho

Friday, February 01, 2008

Betty's Beauty School



I may have mentioned it before, but along with terra cotta pottery salesperson, pool boy, and the guy who put all those Tallahassee Rock Gym flyers on your car in the late nineties I have also been a rock and roll band manager.

In fact, I have helped more than one band avoid the glare of the limelight, the stench of success, through my ham-handed negotiations and poor advice. You want my guys to play 3 hours on a Tuesday morning for $37.50? Shake on it. Penny whistle solo? My idea. Why did I do it? Why did they let me? The answer is always the same, nobody else wanted the job.

Rollerball, which spawned the critical and fan favorite, Herman Jolly, was first I think. Look it up, that much is true, but I really cut my teeth on Sidney and the Elcan Boys, booking them in every dank dump in this college town except the good ones.

Those boys are still playing in a garage in town, every week for years, and something strange is happening. They hardly suck at all anymore, and last night they put their rock and roll foot in it.

They leave me no choice. I must get them a gig and I need your help. Who wants to have a bunch of almost 40 punk rockers come over and play such hits as Hey Mr. Dot-head(SELL ME SOME BEER!) and 'Roids?

It's a better deal than it sounds. I am sure Wreckin' Ball will promote it for me and we will seriously rock your house, office, or church basement.

-Juancho