Rueda Libre

As usual, nothing interesting to report.

I might be a unemployed 31 year old man, but that doesn't mean I can't wear a mexican wrestling mask in public. Tony and I took advantage of a small break in the weather to do something we haven't done in long time. Ride Street.

The world of plywood and dirt transitions have been very kind to our joints over the winter. So naturally after taking one step forward, we decided to take two healthy steps back and wreck ourselves on the uneven and unkind terrain found just out the door.

It was a simple formula. 2 curbs, placed 15 feet apart, pedal as fast as possible and pull up. With 2 more weeks of paid health insurance to count on, it was now or never. A raising of the middle finger to the "road gaps" encountered at last week-end's big bike extravaganza, or a watered down salute to the Josh Strickers of the world? Here are the results:

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Tony wound-up getting over a park bench he's been sizing up for a while, and here's a nice bank shot for good measure.

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Also, I thought this was neat. A singaporian fellow who bought a fall guy got creative with color and produced something that reminded me of an Andy Warhol print:

http://photobucket.com/albums/v404/kenjikuro/Bike/


-L