Sometimes I take my pants off

I will keep this short and sweet, I promise...an no that is not what I say on a regular basis when I take my pants off....or at least I don't think that is what I say....Well anyways. Portland always seems to bring out the best in me, or the worst depending on how you look at it. Within the last couple of months I have seemed to be taking my pants off at an alarming rate. First there was that Bromantic experience to Portland for the Rapha Race....

I could expand but I have been sworn to secrecy, that's just how it goes. Now a back story on the next time I took my pants off. The whole thing was hatched last year before I worked at my current job...They celebrated Moustaches, the men all grew facial hair, I happened to sneak in to the shoot which took place at Sears, and Christmas cards were sent out. This year blows the top off of last year, think a calender, underwear and moustaches....I have yet to see the pics, but these calenders are going to be something to behold, or just hold and treasure. So shortly after the Rapha Bromantic weekend getaway I had the Bromantic evening with my co workers and let me just say I saw more of them than I ever thought I would....I could post some pics, but I don't have any of the gritty evidence in my hands. I do however have a few choice tidbits from last years exploits to Sears... these will be added shortly for now you will just have to use your imagination....
Lastly on my last exploit to Portland, the one I am still recovering from, maybe it had something to do with taking my clothing off and being covered in mud and beer, but that's just the details right? I have seen a few choice shots but the ones taken by PDX cross rate at the top for me. You'll have to follow the slideshow and see for yourself, think moustache and tattoos keep a look out for me. Do the numbers 12 and 22 help?.....here is a little help....this is how it all began on that fateful Sunday in November......think loud booming voice... I have some emails out there to use some other photos lets hope they get back to me sooner than later...i do believe that Sue Butler is scared for life as she had the honor of seeing my backside all the way to the finish line and made a comment to the likes of "oh god I didn't need to see that......" thanks to my friend Brujo for the use of these photos....

It is all still a blur...part one

Hot Cross Buns!!!!

It is Wednesday and I am just now able to wrap my mind around what happened this weekend. Portland sure does know how to throw a party. My good friends Dani Dance and Matthew Slaven along with the Single Speed Collective were the masterminds behind this one. It is one of my favorite events and it is only in its second year. I strongly urge all you Midwest and East Coast singlespeeders to put this on your calender, you don't know what you are missing. So many people travel to the SSWC I urge those same people to make the trip to this event. It has been in Portland the last two years and will most likely be there again next year, after all Portland is Bike City USA....and for good reason. A normal Cross Crusade draws 120 single speeders, and over a thousand cross racers.
Saturday we were greated with a downpour, we rode to Chris King to register and await the announcement of where the time trial would be heald. Most people waited paitently others sipped adult beverages to pass the time. Soon we found out the event would be in the foothills a short 30 min ride away...more rain...more standing and finally it was time to race. What better way to seat a bunch of cross racers than essentially a short mountain bike loop. Our friend Brant handed out tequilla to the lucky at the top, I stole Slaven's, thats what he gets for catching me at the wrong time. The leaf infested single track descent was hair raising to say the least, especially on a fixed gear. That done we chated and then to get out of the rain we headed back to town, for lunch and some beers. It was great asking everyone how it went because no one knew there time, so it went great for everyone right... that is all I got for now, tommarrow or a bit later I will post more about the actual day of but the highlights were:
a bubble machine, a windmill, mud, short shorts, handups, general chaos.
our friend dave took a few photos...
cx magazine you have to scroll down
pdx cross..
my friend and inspiration over at Raleigh Commutes.....
ill have more next time and more to report about said happenings the next day...I am still trying to process it all. thanks and as always keep pedaling...