Theft

Recently I was unfortunate/fortunate enough to get my wheel set stolen and then get it back. I've got to say, as far as gut feelings go, getting something stolen from you definitely leaves the sourest, emptiness taste. I'm really lucky I got an opportunity to get my wheels back but this little theft has been floating around for about two weeks now and as far as emptiness goes its somewhere between Dick Cheney's heart and a black hole.

I'M GUNNA GET YA!

http://bikeportland.org/2009/02/18/thief-swipes-high-end-bikes-from-pearl-district-condo-photos/

I've got to say as far as thefts go this guy has really screwed himself. When my shit got stolen the only person who cared enough to look was probably me and a few other close friends/cyclists, but this guy is offering up a 1000$ bounty. Personally, I'm not a big fan of the Moots company aside from the fact that they actually decided to name a bike building company Moots, but if I so much as see the slight gleam of Titanium anywhere in the Pearl, this guys pretty much done. I had a day dream just a second ago of unclipping and pouncing on the guy while riding, so one can imagine what social justice/universal curvyness coupled with bounty of 1000 means to me right now.

Headcold

its been about two years since I fell ill to any illness that kept me bedridden, but ever so occasionally a stray head cold will catch me off guard and I'm forced to weather waking up feeling like a foot, and walking through the day in a half daze.

So why fight and forced thought when I can just go on the internet.

Thats what I thought

Busy

Any idea of consistent riding this week has been promptly thrown out the window because of a recent two day head cold, and the onslaught of mid terms that goes along with taking twenty credits.

I do think Saturday will be a productive ride though

Also, I still don't have a house.

Danny