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Introduction And Day 1

Hello all,

This is a test run of my new blog, MFPeeonyourface.net Since that website URL is already taken, I'd thought I'd just put it on the wiki, as this is the easiest thing for me.

About the blog-- like all blogs, it is a bit masturbatory of me to think you guys are interested in what i'm up to. But whatever. you don't have to read this. This blog will be loosely based on my life, and loosely based on reality. Kind of like a movie that's "inspired by a true story." Hopefully you can tell the real parts from the bullshit. For this, I have for inspiration timdoud.net, master of self-delusion. if you haven't gone there yet, it's worth a visit, though I guess it's all a big inside joke so it may not be funny.

It's 545 in the morning as I write this. fucking time zone changes.

got back to california two nights ago after a pretty quick flight. nothing of note, other than the manch-vegas airport spilling a bunch of jet fuel right next to our plane, them spraying a shitload of foam on said jetfuel, and then taking forever to scoop up the foam BY HAND WITH SHOVELS. real smart.

the bay area, and i guess california in general, is a pretty weird place. I have a lot of time to observe and think about it on my rides. Everything in california is.... more. More of everything. More cars, especially more blinged out cars. I still don't understand why people put fancy rims on a shitty car. More people commuting on bikes, riding the hills on fancy bikes, riding around town on hipster fixies. People love bikes around here. I guess there's a general fascination with transportation, as it combines the primal thrill of moving fast with the ability to see and be seen. And california is, at its core, that kind of superficial place. Back to more. More panhandlers, more rich people, more hills, more scenery, more twisty roads, more change.

Yesterday, after building up my bike at a ridiculously early hour, I went to the berkeley bowl with my mom. As somewhat of a foodie, I really like going to this grocery store. Why is it cool? They sell squid ink. They sell the normal, the organic, and the handpicked wild version of some fruits. I counted 20 different varieties of apples on sale. The produce section is bigger than the hanover coop. Lots of crazy people go there. One thing that struck me was how little of the produce was organic. I would say 90% isn't' organic, versus say the coop, which is more like 60-40. And no one really cares. It's not because they aren't earth-hugging hippies, because they are, and of the most virulent strain. It's because, I think, the produce is so fresh, and grown correctly, so it doesn't need the organic label to be good.

How many people have eaten any of the things in this picture?

Some of the heirloom tomatoes

This is ~1/3 of the apple section

Soon after coming back, I went on my ride. It was 65 degrees and sunny, with a refreshing breeze, but to fit in with local customs I wore knee warmers. I passed some people on the ride who were dressed like they were going skiing, ridiculous. I ended up riding for 65mi, 5000' climbing, 200W avg, 2700 kJ. I rode of some of last years Tour of California rodes, which was kind of sad because they're not coming this way next year, instead riding through sacremento and fresno. WTF? there doing a tour of methlabs this year. those places suck.

end of transmission. I'm going to go put back a 11-23 cassette on my bike. There was a 12-25 on the work bench at 17C that I tried to use. The one gear that I wanted to work, the 25, skips. I bet this is Jen's old cassette... I am all that is man so my 11tooth is really worn... By the way: Rudy: if you haven't given up on this email yet, try sticking a cassette in gasoline. It comes out super shiny and clean. What a wonder fluid...

rock out, mfp