Bottom Blisters and Royal Robbins

Riding 200 miles in a weekend is great for those of us with iron cakes, but when you don’t ride you bike all summer and then decide to participate in a double century, you’re going to “bubble up”.

And who pays for the pain? The folks who enjoy sex, that’s who. A blister on you butt is not congenial to any position, and I’ve thought of them all. The thinking is worse than the doing.

But enough about blisters, there’s a new girl in town and her name is the Megan Bonded Jacket from Royal Robbins.

Seriously ladies, the tomboy look is gaining ground. Hippie trendies can make it work when the cold wind blows, and urbanites can tone down their business-uncomfortable lifestyle for the weekend. Get it while it’s hot.

Welcome to the show today…

  The start of my day brought the startling revelation that Sugar Bear from the Super Golden Crisp cereal commercials was my first real taste of African American culture. While friends of mine talk about their first ABBA album, the cabbage patch kid that they smacked their kid sister with, or Mister Wizard’s intolerance for stupidity, my fondness turns to the cool, butter-smooth croon of a high-fructose pitchman. I’m on a 24 hour loop of what he “can’t get enough of”, and I think that sets the tone for this blog, i.e. mildly annoying, but mostly harmless.

So welcome to my blog! I hope you’ll enjoy the kaleidoscopic log ride of my perspective. I’ll try to keep it real as I comment on the outdoor industry, my hometown (Spokane, WA), education, indoctrination and revelation. Plus all that good shit the kids want to hear.