so ya I'm a pretty crappy blogger, can't keep up with the workload, bummin out both my fans but what are you going do? I do like Scotch though, waffles too, steak? not that much too much chewing. Course right now I am drinking Riesling outta a hello kitty cup, you want to fight? Anyhows yes we have been been riding the bikes think I have rode a bike everyday since May, huh go figure, like Eddy Merckx said "On my bike I am simply myself". Now don't get all riled the hell up I aint comparing meself to the Man, just saying. So we went up and rode to Tahoe, was pretty nice though we had some excitement on the way up.
The whole ferkin roof rack just about came off my friend's car, sitting there enjoying the ride when WHAM I was looking at the Boy's bike outta the side window. Stopped on the side of 80, always a fun prospect and got it right load the bikes back up and with our fingers crossed went on our way. Wound up in Tahoe City which was far too crowded for my taste, as is usually the case, kinda anti social in my old age.
The boy kinda enjoyed it though what with his new old wool jersey all. The ride back was a pleasant affair, the Boy was channeling his inner Johan and not letting anyone make break for it he chased all comers down, no break for you.
Instant Johan gonna get you, just you wait and see.
Anyway later in the week riding home from work I made some new friends,
I like em, they don't talk much, kinda smelly though, but to be truthful so am I some times, and they told me about a sweet raspberry patch nearby. Had the chance to blow out of work early today, so I did
Rode some, rode with the boy some, got some bolts and such from Ace found a sweet suntour front derailler at the RBP. They mustn't know what a cool one it was cause it was mixed in with the junk, or maybe I am the only one who thinks it's cool. Don't have anything I need it for but it can wait. Anyways building a bike for a friend we will call her Rick. She wants something to commute on start taking longer rides on and such. I found an unlikely candidate in an older Fisher women's mountain bike
trust me I have a plan and besides we saved it from a trip to burning man.
Anyways Charles Mingus, MINGUS MINGUS MINGUS
Man Mingus was something wasn't he, and I'm not talking just bout his playing, the man could write and arrange with the best of them. I'd put him up against any of them, go ahead name someone better I'll wait
So yes he could be a tyrant at time, He punched trombonist Jimmy Knepper in the mouth breaking his front teeth, Knepper played with him again. He had all the players play it as he wrote it, no going off on your own thing with two notable exceptions, Eric Dolphy and Rashann Rolan Kirk. Put on Roots and Blue turn it way the ferk up and listen to the genuis. Bands today don't play much of his stuff, because it's hard complex stuff and it can be hard to wrap your mind around it. So anyways there pards signing off with this, enjoy and remember, stay classy
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