Guess Jeans.

Somebody took my camera from me and then took pictures

of my butt without my knowledge.

I rode my bike 20 miles in those jeans yesterday. While they

look really nice and shiny, there are definite comfort issues

while riding a Madone in them.

This picture also shows off how my back pack has the special

coating that glows when light is shined on them (the SAG logo

and side panels). A cool looking safety feature for night riding.

Halloween Ride.

Halloween Trek Pub Crawl.

I wasn't prepared.

Shanghai Crush.

Postcards from China. From people who miss me.

Halloween Party. Eckholm Style.

The last ever Eckholm Watertown Halloween party was

"Come as someone/something Dead" themed. After some

consideration, Krautbauer and I decided to go at Team

Radioshack. Jim Morrison, Farrah Fawcett, Swayze and

Chris Farley made appearances, along with generic "dead

person".

Lupe's wife brought homemade Tequilla and then things

got rowdy.

And when I say "Things" I mean to say "Hans".

More Kwame.

Give the people what they want.

And that is pictures of my dog.

Jet Bike.

Robert Perri and his Jet Bike.

So, around the time I was hired on at Trek,

Robert Perri had just finished crudely attached

a 2-stroke motor to a cruiser bike and had

instantly grown tired of it. Never one to

settle with the feeling, Robert looked to

other forms of propulsion and settled on

Jet power. After a short time discussing

the fabrication with an unnamed gentleman

in California who "does this kinda shit",

Robert was on his way developing a system

to crudely attach a jet engine to a cruiser

bike. Months have elapsed since then and

the Jet Bike was ready for its introduction

at the Brat-Off to what seemed like dozens

of on-lookers.

The bike itself is a cruiser with a coaster brake

as its only means of deceleration. The jet engine

is fastened to the frame with two quarter inch

plates on the down tube and seat tube. The jet

has 2 speeds, idle and full on. There is clearance

between the jet and bike for a leg (just not one

of any substance).

More pictures to come should anyone develop

enough co-jones to ride the thing.

Trek ID Fried Brat Party and Jet Bike Show.

Our new studio patio was finished this week and we felt

that there was no time like late October to celebrate the

occasion like a fried brat Barbecue. Steve manned the grill

with deft focus and astounding skill while onlookers cheered

and consumed said fried brats.

Brat image enlarged to show texture.

Kwame Update.

Still Cute.

Godzilla.

Why do I keep running into you without my car?

Mt. Horeb/Grumpy Troll Ride.

Friday was my first pavement team building

group ride. I set off from Sun Prairie at 8 to

meet up with Krautbauer and Carnell on the

east side of Madison at 8:30. From there we

met up with Travis Braun who led us around

in circles for awhile until we eventually complained

and had him take us to the West Side Trek

Store where we would come together (like

Voltron) with the rest of the pavement team.

With 25 miles already under my belt, we rolled

out to Mt. Horeb to the Grumpy Troll. Laughs

were had, tubes were popped and Travis jumped

off of a bunch of stuff with a frankenbike.

We dispersed after some refreshments and I

mashed home to Kwame were I would rest my

legs for a few hours.

82 miles total.

Mountain Biking.

Not for the faint of heart or weak shinned.

I did, however, get to ride a Superfly 100. Which was awesome.

29'ers.

StopTechs.

I've got a problem. I cannot not look at big brakes.

Totaled GD Chassis

It's missing some parts.

GD Chassis Bug Eye STI.

Four Doors. More Whores.

Ill brakes.

Franklin Park, Illinois.

The Romulus of the Greater Chicago

Area.

Mordor.

One does not take a train to Mordor.

Harvard. (Hahhvahhd).

While the people who go to Harvard are

undoubtably smarter, wealthier and will

have vastly higher paying jobs than I will

ever have, through the course of my life

I will always ride nicer bikes.

Always.

Fenway Park (Pahhhhk).

May contain Green Monster.

Museum of Science: Boston.

This museum was kinda lame because it was geared was too

heavily toward younger kids which made me feel like an idiot

when I was waiting in line with a bunch of 6 year olds to climb

on a giant grass hopper.

Star Wars! Tesla Coils!

Ch-Dad and Jivoin.

Ch-Dad is in the Zone.

Jivoin is in the Jivoin-Zone.