Sunday, June 30, 2013

Life Bonk...


Today is a rest day of sorts before a week off from the toils of Government service, two wrongs making 3 rights in this case. Will spend the day riding the Cargo bike to the store and piddling around on paved trails with the kiddo and friends. The Krampus is back, better and stronger than before, ready to slay the dry rock single-track...maybe even getting me in shape enough for the Wyco race next Sunday.  Who knows, I might just get fat watching the Tour this week and blowing up the dead ground squirrels our cat leaves at our back door; it's just 'Merica #1 when you put a firecracker where you shouldn't...or anywhere near the new $5000 carbon Salsa Beargrease.




Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Riding a Fatty gives me a Chubby...

But only if it's a 27 TPI Surly Nate....which is similar in girth to Shamu's schlong...


And in other news of import, a wonderful ride took place last night in conjunction with the ERTA Taco Tuesday ho's and the Pirate Ride/8 Lumens Freetards. Even the Pirate himself came out of hiding and mounted his Fatty with unabashed sexual frivolity and proceeded to get *459 flats in a 3 hour period. 


But all in all, the dirt was in epic, hero condition, and Team 8 Lumens slayed the beast on the Blue River with 4 inches of rubber, not unlike Kanye and his progeny North West.  El Blanco Miguel also had tire issues, having to stop and air up his "tubeless" fatties as they self-steered him into the river at least *38 times. Only the Silent Killer and I survived unscathed and rode the new Wagon Wheel offshoot *219 times as we waited for the Dos Dumbassos to fix their steeds. 


As we removed the 5 millionth tick from our crotches, the ride continued back down through the river valley and eventually to the Sandtrap, where we were served by 8 year old girls collecting rolly- pollies and scrounging for tips - a long story that I need far more beer with which to tell. Blanco Miguel had many luscious diatribes and kept the crowd at bay with his descriptions of ball chaffing and caffeine abuse paired with Chick Fil Gay-filled frame bags. In the end the Cuntwat ruled the roost with his motocross tires and fearless ascents of the Highline; because referring to oneself in the 3rd person is the first step towards the rubber room. 






Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Swope me Swope me...SWOPE.

Or maybe not...looks like the rain is moving in as I type, preventing me from getting my Blanco Knight Pugsley SS even muddier than the slop-fest stream crossing debacle at Landahl last Friday...as has been foretold, the rocks at Swope park are not conducive to traction in any way shape or form when wet. Or just give it a Bon Jovi for attenuation...



So, no narcissistic selfies of me and my beloved Surly today folks, just a photo dump of epic proportions....not unlike the morning after a Chipotle burrito and a Tank 7 Smokestack.






Sunday, June 23, 2013

I'll Cum on your KOM...

29+ is where it's at folks...get used to it.





Far be it for me to complain about technology and its many nefarious appendages, but the Strava shite is giving my chubby a deflating blow...I completely understand the need for speed and the ego trip that comes along with having the one up on your buds, and the compounding effect of pedal-induced affectations on your "training regimen"; it is unfortunately akin to having your face buried in a smart phone whilst at the dinner table with your family. My distaste may also just simply be that I am fat and slow, but I do love the trails for the dual purposes of escaping from the wired world and for burning off the demons through blood and sweat. So next time your boop-beep machine goes off in my vicinity, make sure and check for a little sample I might have left while you were not looking; which is just a normal night for me in the first place...

BonerPrincess out_







Saturday, June 22, 2013

Sweating with the oldies...

Holy dead Gawds and sweet 'n sour baby Heyzeus the humidity can blow me and give me a reach-around simultaneously. ...Landahl kicks ass and all, but it felt like a cocking jungle on the surface of the sun - even at 1030 pm. Oh well, the conditions were phenomenal and the company of Team 8 Lumens was even better....good times indeed, even though I bailed on the Mccoys idea....my giner was so wet I had to get her cleaned up before I got on my pole....





Thursday, June 20, 2013

This is what a feminist looks like...


I realize fully that this is me if I stop riding my bike and start a parrot collection, but nonetheless this pic  rules the known universe. It was sent to me via Jack Sparrow via Kevin Calhoun, who at last night's ERTA meeting was lamenting the fact that he had yet to be given a nickname by the Pirate cXc crew a.k.a Team 8 Lumens. Well, since I am on the board of said disorganization, I hereby give him a working title: Kevi-nasty. Leave it to the drunken debauchery that will no doubt ensue tomorrow night at Handleballs' Kindergarten graduation party to inspire a more worthy moniker...


And speaking of those damn delinquents that build the most incredible trails in the Midwest, I was actually able to find some dry dirt in the Metro last night up at Smithville Lake, even though I attended  said event by my lonesome, due in no small part to the overall lameness of my compatriots who call themselves my friends....


Luckily, Dan Doss and company took me in and cuddled me in their stinky-ass arms, gave me sustenance for my wagon ride home, and held me up on the pedestal I so richly deserve...I looked down upon them all and gave away Capt. Cuntwat stickers to their wives with glee.  Even Flash Gordon is in my posse now, spreading the filth that is the Legend of the Boner Ghost...


Which brings us to the climax of this here itty bitty post...there is some confusion out there in the Blogosphere about the content of this blog and the people involved in its production.  Let's get the shit straight folks, it is only I, the Princess who is behind this travesty, and all characters are played by my stunt double Oprah. No one else has any say or undue influence, and I take full responsibility for whatever offensive innuendo that may raise its ugly cock.  That being said, the whole purpose behind this blog is TO OFFEND...I am making fun of the Glen Beck's and Rush Limbaugh's of the world that cannot take a joke, and who also have a myopic view of sarcasm and satire.  The title of this blog may easily be construed as misogynistic, but I am anything butt...My target audience is the mt. biking community and we have a collective average IQ of just above 70; just let us get in our short bus and we'll go away to the forest...





Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Am I sensing a theme here?




From drought to deluge, the conditions of our amazing local trails are in the dumps currently, and I poop my panties at the thought of having to ride on the road more than once a year; besides commuting to work and for runs to the pub. There might even be time to get my rear wheel re-laced with the sweet Paul  SS hub that has been eyeing me like a rabid vulture in my shop for almost 2 months now...All I know is that after my failed attempt at glory last week, it is way past time to have some tasty single-track under my Fatty, and by the time the rain stops the mosquitos will be carrying off infants...



Sunday, June 16, 2013

Here's to you Brazil...

The Rim Race Nationals went down like an atomic bomb last night, and I am still recovering from the absolute mayhem that ensues when you voluntarily remove the rubber from your velocipede...I have more cuts and bruises than Lindsay Lohan on a coke bender, and still have a b.a.c of at least .20%. And to think I was winning the criterium stage of the race when my rear rim cracked in half and taco-ed under the weight of my PBR-filled belly. Joel was cheating as usual and used his BMX bike and its 3" wheels to stay afloat on the pave'; only the Gawds above could be more corrupt in their envy...



                              Jevon fondles the infamous Boner Ghost podium slayer...

 
                             Forgot I had an old Rocco's Pizza sticker from my days in PDX...




Perfection achieved...


And then I rode home with my muddy, bloody, broken iron horse strapped to the trusted Kona Ute cargo bike....the wind and rain had ceased and the streets opened their arms to the victor.
Long live the Princess...





Friday, June 14, 2013

Rim job...


Tomorrow night is the KC Sprints Rim Race and I plan on winning...above is my steed for the festivities, which has a freewheel and no brakes, albeit a caliper on the front with no cable or lever. I will not need to stop until I crush the entire field and drink more beer than an Irish Priest in the Boy Scouts. You all have been warned...


And from 2008's race...Chris-Go customizing his Barbie bike.



Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Must be my time of the month...


Last night's ride was a total fucktardfest on my end...El Blanco Miguel and I were the only ones present for the weekly Pirate ride and the trails on the Blue River were sloppy as maggot sex and the air felt like I was back in 'Nam. But all that pales in comparison to my inept log-run on the High Line trail; it is a skinny, 20 foot long downed tree that I have done at least 10 times without issues. But for some reason, having Miguel filming my run and yelling "be careful bro" made my taint slap me in the face on the last foot before the down ramp. Complete and utter stupidity. Total face-plant onto the rock-strewn trail, a 6 foot free-fall landing on my face.  What the fuck? Ridiculous. The Krampus was feeling good, too, flowing through the mud with ease and even though we rode another hour after the incident, my night was cluster-effed.  We headed back to the Sandtrap for a few pain-killing beers with the remnants of the ERTA taco Tuesday riders and I handed out stickers and tales of bloody, dirt sandwiches...oh well, you win some and you lose a lot more.

Unicorn humper out....



Monday, June 10, 2013

13 hour days can blow me...



Worked my fat ass off today, well it's still fat, but nonetheless I had to get the chores done on the farm in order to free up my evening tomorrow for some Krampus love.  Finally got the White Industries freewheel on the hoops so I'm ready to thrash-dance some single track .


Sunday, June 9, 2013

Teabag garage party...

It will be a few more hours before my brain becomes un-pickled enough to make any coherent observations concerning last night's debaucheries, so this dump of photos will have to suffice for the time being...empty stomachs encouraged.










I am still bleeding PBR...