Cosmo: You racing at all before Glowchester? me: Yeah Cosmo: nice Cosmo: Imma heckle the shit out of you me: super Cosmo: they’re gonna find your body Cosmo: in the sand Cosmo: and be like “he was heckled to death”
You’re all invited to heckle me to death. Not that anyone needed an invite. But…in case you did need an invite, you are now invited.
Are you a company that has your logo on socks? Are you a sock company that is sitting on a pile of extra-large (suitable for size fifteen US feet) socks? Would you like photos of your socks to fly about the Internet and as advertisements in publications?
I can make this happen. If you give me your socks.
If you cannot tell, I am wearing a lovely pair of Zanconato socks. I won them in a raffle.
Here is a better photo of my legs and the socks that I am wearing at the bottom of my legs:
This photo is grainy, as I took it off of Colin Reuter’s Twitter page.
If you give me some socks, I will wear them at all cyclocross races. I will also blog about your socks. I will give them an honest review. I am an honest man. If I review the socks, and they suck*, I will say so. I will send the socks back to you, and you can take the shitty socks and burn them (as that is what one does with socks that suck).
I will talk about your socks incessantly on the Twitter, to the detriment of losing followers who are tired of hearing me talk about how great (or how shitty) your socks are. I don’t use Facebook very often, but I will start using it to talk about your socks.
I will put socks on my dog and take cute photos. Maybe even post them to Instagram. Are you into sexy photos of skinny, hairy guys wearing nothing but SOCKS?
Well, that’s good, but don’t push your luck. I will probably** not send you photos of me wearing nothing but socks.
According to a listing on the Bean Group real estate Web site, $1.875 million is the asking price for a “package deal” for both Friendly Toast locations.
This concerns me, because I fear that new owners will hire new waitstaff and change the menu and make the place cleaner. OR, they could try to “class it up”, and then Portsmouth could have another stuffy restaurant*. If the restaurant closes or changes significantly, I’ll probably move.
*note: Fiancee correctly predicted that Bella Sol would not last, as it was yet another restaurant with a generic (but likely tasty) offering of pasta dishes, along the lines of Cafe Med, Radici and others. The Friendly Toast stands out as one of the truly unique eateries in the city.
This photo adorns the side of a new “healthy” snack machine at work (where Clif Bars are $2!) and is very confusing.
I would like to know who chose this out of the massive collection of mountain biking stock photos that were available. Because that is a person with a great sense of humor, or a person who is comically out of touch.
French veteran Jeannie Longo’s husband and coach Patrice Ciprelli is facing disciplinary action following allegations that he bought erythropoietine (EPO) in 2007, the French cycling federation said on Tuesday.
Miiiight have been one of the best commuting days ever.
– Stem on the cross bike is now FULLY SLAMMED. Photos coming, once I cut the steerer tube.
– Rode behind a cute woman on a Surly Long Haul Trucker on 108. She had pannier mounts.
– Had no coffee at the house, so I rode through Durham (Because it’s Friday morning) and got an espresso at BNG. Drank it standing up. Got excited.
– I got waved at by a hot chick in a silver Honda Fit.
– Rode down Watson road. Discovered some trails. Rode down the trails. They dead-ended at a swamp. While riding, I caught my two-year old shorts on a branch and ripped them:
– Two miles later, rescued an ornery snapping turtle out of the middle of Watson Road. Prodding him with my frame pump wasn’t working. I took my wheel off, put it in front of him, he crawled on it as he came to attack me, and then I ran with my turtle platter and dumped him in the woods.
– Met Collin in Newmarket. He gave me some new shorts/Keough power:
– Collin took me on some trails in Newmarket/Durham that are not designed for cross bikes. We rode them for about an hour and a half. I fell in love with my cross bike (again), because it can do ANYTHING. Further devising of plans for a Seacoast NH Rhonde.
– Oddly enough, the trails are known as the Sweet Trails (link is a .pdf of trail brochure and map).