The beer in week / Titanium boner.

Drink, ride, porn, sleep and repeat….there is probably a far better way to describe the last five days or so, give or take a six, but in all actuality, simplification is the work of the Lard, so, suffice it to say, thangs have been rolling right along with the joy of a thousand carbon dildos wrapped in Park Tool grease: three long rides in just under a week and more beers than German AA meeting.

In all truthlessness, the only reason I ride mt. bikes with such an unabashed fervency is so I can imbibe a different craft beer every other night of the week -the off eves are devoted to Yogi antioxidant tea ( to keep my girlish figure in check) - and, if my friends are in the mood, maybe an abusive night or three at The Bier Station. I have yet to go out to a bar stool and drown my elations by my lonesome, but my back screen-porch is fair game for solo booze-juice downing…

BuRP with El Blanco and The Manimal... 

The flesh-wound aftermath of a supa-fast ride with The Silent Killer…

And finally, after buying some camo fabric for hats for Team 8 Lumens etc., it would seem that everyone and their illegitimate cousin wants one, enough so that I just purchased enough new digi-camo for 20 more hats….which should be done in the next week or so. The above pic is of the dashing Eric up in British Columbia, aka Juan Effing Speed, a devoted devotee of all things Boner Ghost - 

http://www.albernisinglespeeders.blogspot.ca

 - wherein you and your hated ones can find gems like this:

May the sack be with you...