I dont even know.

632 is undead, cyclocross is over, and the zombie horde approaches

Eva is right the weather has been shit. She is again right in pointing out that Dwain and my self do have to deal with it a lot. What she did fail to point out is mine and Dwain's complete lack of grace when it comes to dealing with dealing with the weather.

In other news I am mourning the end of my cyclocross season. Naturally for many the season is only starting to come to a close but when you live in NYC the options for cross are limited and generally a pain in the ass to get too.

So peace out cyclocross


Its time to get back out on to the road.

632 is not dead

...we've all just slumped into seasonal depression.

The weather presents a big obstacle for us. While Dan and Dwain have to deal with it all day and a lot more than me, lately, every morning for all of us is a big bitch fest after we've checked Accuweather.com/weather.com (the latter of the two happens to be my resource of choice) and announced the news to the entire apartment (and probably building).

I fucking detest this weather. Mostly just because I can't deal with inconsistency. If it were at least 18 degrees EVERYDAY, I would definitely be more ok with that. I own great wool socks and windproof leggings that I would be more than happy to wear when prompted. Everyday it's a different story. Today it's 60 degrees and humid. Where am I? What is this, Miami? I don't even know how to dress for this weather.

It's also annoying because the weather's complete lack of routine and predictability means I have to carry all kinds of clothing so as to be prepared for whatever weather. Tomorrow it's probably going to snow. This is not based on any weather report I read, but rather my own personal weather prediction based on Murphy's Law which enables me to be ready for whatever shit does or does not fall from the sky.

Maybe it is just that swollen college degrees are in effect... We all know that many schools have dumbed down the curriculumns and a certain amount of grade inflation has gone on. This has probably enabled a lot of less qualified meteorologists to be working to incorrectly predict our weather. So maybe the truth of the problem is that the education system is faulted and everyone is staying dumber rather than better at telling me if it is going to rain or not. Or it could just be that we've ripped open a huge hole in the o-zone that is slowly but surely destroying the world, starting with what used to be called "seasons".

Thank God it isn't raining.

Reading the news is almost always a depressing endeavor. Someone is always up to no good, or someone is getting killed, or more horrible things are happening to someone. Last night reading the news really got me down, and I started drinking tall's of Coors. What headline was it that had me so distraught I could only turn to drinking? It wasn't a headline at all, but in fact the weather report, or should I say summer's obituary. It said nothing but rain, and cold weather all day, possibly even snow. Snow? Yes, Snow. Fuck snow. It's cold and powdery but isn't something you can put up your nose so I'm not sure what to do with it honestly, especially when it winds up in big piles near my stoop. I also am never sure how to dress, and waterproofing for my lower extremities, is at an all time low. Forcing me to generally be cold and wet from the waist down on a day as today was supposed to be. Something did however work out very well, and that is the fact there's no rain today, or tomorrow, or this week at all for that matter. Thank the pale ghost of jesus christ for that one. The flip side; fuck weather.com for making me think my day was going to suck ultra hard, when it will in fact just be similar to that of yesterday which wasn't really very bad at all except for being overworked dude to shorthandedness.

On other issues, Dan is still somewhere not in America, and I kind of miss him despite trying to not miss him. What can I say, I'm kind of attached.

The apartment hunt is going slowly. I hate people who hate me and dont want to give me things such as an apartment, which isn't even a gift but a rental, which I would gladly pay for. A smaller room is going to be smaller in a bad way.

I enjoy Philly, but I feel that it's overall bad for my health. The people however are pretty fucking rightous with me.


My bike feels drag ass. It could be me but I blame the bike.

Six Three Two might not be at 632 for much longer...

Looking for an apartment has been lame. New York sucks because we're always fighting for space. It's expensive.

Charlie was crying mad loud for food, which is annoying, especially now that Dwain has taken to just responding to her with even louder meows. They are more alike than Dwain likes to admit.

I wonder when Dan is coming back...

I think I am going to get a tattoo soon. Probably.

Greatings from the land of grey and damp.

I'm gone for a few days and look what happens, campy hubs start exploding and things that aren't c-record start being called c-record. Crazy. I hope Dwain is staying out of trouble? Or maybe his hubs have simply vanished from this world all together?

London is pretty amusing. Its kinda like being in New York three years ago. People trow around words that have long since left circulation in NYC such as Fakenger. Front breaks are as prevalent as conversions and riding a fixed gear is just now as we speak starting to lose its status as something to talk about. Oh and both my lights got stolen. What the fuck?

Did i mention it rains a lot?

I might take another nap now and then ride of in to London looking for a job.

My fucking wheel!!

My beautiful record* wheel set is now incomplete. Fuck.

Day one of the shittiest weather of the season

If there is one thing I don't like, it is a bad attitude. You'll catch me talking shit, but when it comes down to it, I really could care less. Talking shit is a way to pass time. It is really funny and hilarious and the main way I find things in common with others. Regardless, it is cool with me that some people are into riding fixed gears and track bikes right now because it is what is trendy- I have done less cool things in my life, and they too were just phases. It's difficult because you can't take a position on anything, or choose not to take a position without being called out as a hypocrite. I think the fact of the matter is that I just do not care at all. I'm not a bike messenger, I'm not a "legit" scene kid, and that's really ok with me. I would prefer that. I seem to have friends who manage to find ways to respect me, which makes me feel as though I must be doing something right. In the mean time, I'm going to remain off the forums and websites and try to do my thing. Hopefully that doesn't offend anyone.

It's really exhausting to get upset and throw a fit because people on the internet don't totally subscribe to what you're doing. Talking shit is hilarious, and I think everyone can take a second to laugh at themselves. This is the reason why I give shit to my friends. Everyone needs to get knocked down for a second. Suck it up and keep doing your shit.

Also- I am really upset that Dan has complete control over the profile of our blog and also complete editorial control. This is a democracy. I have been abstaining from blogging because my last post was deleted due to Dan's executive decision that it was lame and he didn't want it online and it pissed me off. This is bullshit and I want to expose him.

PS: New York City, I missed you so much.

Crime with in the Empire

Petty crime in NYC is up. Violent crime is down. But try telling that to my face. My face decided without my consent to intervene on a mugging that was happening in broad day light on twenty eighth street right of fifth avenue. After running in to my face the mugger quickly dropped the iPhone he was steeling at this point the people chasing him lost all interest in him and they hardly bothered to notice my hero face and quickly clamored around the iPhone. Thats what you get stupid face. Next time you see someone stealing an iPhone you let them carry on.

This is just one of many crazy things that has happened to me in the last two years. Its probably just a stupid coincidence that the last two years and six days of my life I have spent working as a bike messenger.

Thirty six years and two days ago. This man road his bike for an hour at an average speed of 49.431kph which by the way is 30.714mph yeah there was a reason they called him the cannibal.



Oh and check out this nonsense while your at it. Before you ask, yes it will be more bad ass then Darth Vader.

Ok I'm of abroad for a bit. Its my passport status you see. I'm X9 at the moment, technically I'm a fugitive.

Hate, hate, aniversary, hate, hate, hate, hate...

Shit there is so much crap out there these days. Lets start with Rapha. Now I'll be honest I own a bunch of Rapha shit and let me tell you its nice. You feel like you are whipping your ass with silk when your riding in their bibs and wrapping your self in the finest of wool(which it pretty much is anyway) when wearing their jerseys.

Exhibit A: The Tweed Soft Shell



First the really stupid thing about this jacket. Its seven hundred and fifty dollars. I wont bore you with the list of things I would rather do with that much money. But lets just say one of them would be buy two of the classic Rapha soft shell jackets which are at least designed to be used for riding.



By the looks of things this motherfucker only has one pocket. Oh and did I mention its tweed? Yeah try wearing that stupid thing on your next group ride? I could justify dropping the cash on the classic soft shell because it was at least designed for riding in. This is just a stupidly expensive cycling jacket that will not match any bib short ever made nor will it hold your wallet AS WELL AS a banana. Great just what we need.

Exhibit B: The Cross Bib and Jersey by Rapha.

What the fuck guys? No one who actually takes cross remotely seriously would race it in bibs and a jersey. Have you ever actually been to a cross race? Or did you just take your regular 3/4 length bib shorts slap some orange on them and call it a day? If you had actually watched a cross race you would notice that everyone has these crazy things called cross skin suits on. Strange... And yes unfortunately i have been racing cross this season in bibs and a jersey so far. But shit if I had enough money to afford this little set of gear I would have bought three Kissena cross suits by now.

Ok moving on to ZIPP. Yeah ZIPP you can go suck a dick you fucks. God I need a moment to calm down from all this anger welling up inside me. My race wheels since May have been a sweet set of 303 tubs that I bought brand new. These wheels did not even see 1500 miles since they only came out on race day. And they have the audacity to crack? Seriously ZIPP suck a dick.

Oh did I mention that as of two days ago I have been on the road for two years? Well its true. Two years ago I was a fresh faced kid who was way to exited about his job and ended up running everywhere. Shit I even took shits fast back then. These days I have slowed down a bit. Not on the bike. I think I actually got faster on the bike but in my attitude. It helps to be relaxed when people with jobs that suck treat you like shit all day. It also helps to look good(while dodging buses).



But I could never look as awesome as these guys. I want to be like these dudes when I grow up.



I had some other shit i wanted to rant about today but i think I'm done for the night. So long and good night.