may17

So,

Yea, dropped off cara at the airport yesterday, sad story, or so mikey says. I think that is the first time she made the blog. Thus making today the first day of the rest of my life: go for a ride with hannah, clean up, figure out if i can drive roses car across the country, get a job. In that order. Lots to do.

Opus, better than expected, lots of fun, the bar was better. I kinda want to find some bar and make a bike team so we can race then go to the bar and they give us free/semi free booze. That would be hot. Cuz im not on the U anymore. Sad story except for that tink is the new president. Good fuckin luck, i hope you are reading this.

When riding home from the tap, a bunch of blarney folk, (slutted/collared up) were walking on the bridge and were like watch out for the "biker". Its funny, i was watching VH1, you know video hits one, or as i like to call it E!2. Its funny how they set out to make a music chanel and now they just talk about celebreties all day. Anyway there was a show on comebacks, and it featured lance armstrong and they called him a cycler. Its a good thing that they get real experts to comment on the fuckin shows. Now im one of the more up-ity eliteists about cycling and jeezuz, what kind of image is the media portraying us as? Shit its almost racism. What? Ok thats a bit too fuckin steve. Tangental? I think not. Anyway my funny idea was:

I am on a bike, but not a biker, bikers wear leather and buy 15,000 harleys for their midlife crisis when they are sick of sucking corperate dick for 25 years.

Im a cyclist, but you wouldnt say i was on a cycle. Well, miriam would, but that is a whole can of worms.

You like that jana? Steve?

Seeyadamarra