4/6/05

This Night/This Morning, I have waged and won two great battles.  First with my 60' ethernet Lasso I wrangled my network woes and dialed in a personal connection for the first time in months.  I will now be free to subject you all to more terrible rantings then ever, as witnessed by my second victory.  Completing the write up, in a timely fashion, for this last weekends Pirate Ride.  I knew it could be good, and it became everything I wanted it to be.  I am sorry to subject you to so many adjectives, but rest assured i wasn't even trying that hard.  Oh and if there are a few measely errors, deal cause i only proof read when I gotta. 

In other news "Mr. Graves accused of 'Blogging' trial date is pending, more news at eleven."  Blogging?  A month ago I had never heard of this blogging, now I am blogging?  accpeting floggings, everyone in the way of my jolly mobbing, mucles throbbing as my head is bobbing, if you'd felt what i felt you too would be sobbing, like how injuries been robbing, but no hob knobbing, no talking or slobbing, just cutting the crap and getting to mobbing.

So what if folks don't know the questions to ask day to day, if they are to busy to say, or ask, or listen.  Perhaps it is a modern affliction, a typing addiction, the only cure for a lifestyle that offers no interpersonal rhythm. 

4/3/05

Time Line:

Wednesday:  Trek to Star's, mow and clean MTX course.  Watch Hank, Joel, Jed, and Jason shred course and test new lines.  Update web.

Thursday:  Pick up leader vinyls, 42 mile road ride, screen till eight, band practice till late.

Friday:  Bike from Arcata to Mac and back, work Arcata Revo and close Mac, inquiries to all series leaders as to final format, reserve keg, screen shrits till midnight, flake on date.

Saturday:  Work mac from 9-6, pick up keg in Blue Lake, spray paint and assemble pirate plates, call everybody for some reason, withdraw prize cash, screen shirts till eleven, review gear checklist, print and tally pirate points.

Sunday:  Up, load gear, pick up friends bikes, pick up camera man, buy heg cups, trek to sohum, watch race, arrange awards, blah blah blah you know the rest.

3/31/05

Amazing how many alternate futures we all see each day.  maybe wedon't all see them conciously, but they are always there.  i think people underestimate how easy it is to change ones situation, obviously changes cannot come about without certain sacrifices, but the opportunities to do incredible abnormal things are a very normal occurrence.  saw that tonight when a chance to change abode and vocation arose, could have made a complete departure but i am committed to finishing up on the track i am on.  always give me pasue though.  i have a hankering for being needed, for being the one who comes in and makes things better for others, have the feeling that those i am with wonder how they will get along without me when i am gone; whether i shoot to be the coolest tenant landlords ever saw in their house the best piratedh promoter ever, so what if i am deep in the red.  gotta figure out how i am gonna settle out with the employment development bureau as well as the internal revenue service.  government really likes their money, quite rude cause it don't look like i am going to be going any where for a while.  but i am making the best of whatever tomorrow is, finding new patience, and keeping my eyes on a goal several years down the road.

3/26/05

See The Drunks

See The Drunk In The Trunk

See The Drunks In Denny's

See The Cops Who Saw The Drunk Come Out of The Trunk and Sat Next To The Belligerent Unaware Drunks In Denny's and Were Kind Enough To Berate But Not Cuff.

Just thought i would share that.  Today was some successful crank swappage in the mac town shopw, one of my few calls thus far that has worked out, knock on wood.  Long as joe blow doesn't find the lower ratio to spinny.  Not the kinda thing you should take home with you so I will stop there.  Then it was track action baby.  Myself Jed Olson and little bro had a ball and even got to ride an exhibition race during intermission for the viewing pleasure of all involved.  Coulda put something down but my back is still technically broken and my chain had popped off the poopy der der twice that night, almost sending me splattering to the floor, so i soft pedaled behind jed and crazy carl.  that was boss, then came homw to chill and try to figure out how the hell i am gonna set up my first ever web design client.  issues already but it is a good relationship so pressure is minimal.  There are a lot of things that i wish i could say here, but as time has passed and viewers have multiplied i have, sadly, begun censoring myself here.  those who know can usually read between the lines but even that can be risky.  i don't want to bash anybody here and have them find out and think me lower then low, though no strong secure person would care what a little twitchy twit has to say in his private log.  for me writing is where i can let it all out.  a big part of that is due to human's inabiliy to listen, talking at somebody is most often worthless, especially in the detail that most situations deserve.  but writing preserves the holiness of any moment for any willing party to experience for the rest of time.  i have come to grips with the fact that no man is humble enough to appreciate anothers work until the worker is dead, so my plan is just to fill up as many notebooks as possible with fantastic life saving writings, and trust that the world will value it all when i have left.  don't worry i will get impatient before too long so it won't be no 80 freakin years of grime and decline.  was gonna race the pre otter tomorrow, but looked in the bank and saw i have no money and a lunch from yesterday still pending.  had forgotten that not all bike events are just about fun and that some cost money, fifteen bucks sounds like quite a bit, not to mention the 2.60 a gallon to get there and back.  i need the hours so i will go in to work on time, pack a lunch, and ride my bike.  wish i could race but if they want me then they can comp me.  ok i am wandering off point, i blame the busyness of my days lately, have lots of wonderful thoughts and articles i want to write here but have had other obligations.  so that is that.  if you want more then read the finer print.

Amazing how at peace with the world I feel after a good work out.  As opposed to the self loathing i often taste deep in my throat the morning after 'partying' with associates, the hours following a quality work out are free from any strain or obligation.  the thirst of the soul has been parched temporarily, the mide clear of worry, the body alive, anything and everything is sweet, far sweeter then any substance ever enhanced an experience, not even junk.  if the west's culture suddenly shifted from one of tube watching, car driving, pop worship to one which saw people being active each day simply for fun, commradery, and purity of mind armageddon might well be staved off.

I have been having issues with some foos lately.  Here i will be general, for as i said, i know the wrong people read this, and while they would not themselves seek to destroy me, they could not help but spread the excitement that unrest creates.  years ago i settled on a goal of becoming very popular and living a very extraordinary existence, quite wild quite free.  backed off of many disciplines and began giving fellowship and adventure to others whose interests before were not on my radar.  i succeeded, but at a cost.  i am greeted all to often with excitement, expectations, or the phrase "justin you are the man!"  a cross roads is enevitable, to leave off and be presumed a pyshco flake by all or to maintain and give up my own bliss, drawing off that of others.  there is always a third option, yes.  i can no longer tolerate individuals who are conceeded, haughty, blasphemous, self serving, cocky, overly proud, materialistic, insecure, lost, cultivators of bad habits, those who live slovenly, those who put themselves and their selfish cause above all else, lovers of money, those twisted by vanity, and those with cell phones.  i know that to exist in this world, that to achieve my goals, to share my ways with others, i must put up with such individuals for a time.  but i will not sacrifice my spirit, my values, my ways, to conform with any such hethonism.  such corruption can only be tolerated to a point.  there will come a point, i can see it, that things will have to change.  until then i will turn the other cheek, i will keep my eys turned downward, i will not speak but through actions, knowing that no amount of logic or discussion will sway these lost sheep.  one can only hope that by example, by presenting the distasteful reflection that humility puts forth that these lost sheep will change their ways.  i do not count on it, but i hope.

3/24/05

yesterday was all about 15 mm.  rode into town for a business meeting of sorts, accepted some freelance web design, a bit intimidating, gonna be some forced progression.  then went and charged, i use that word lightly, my road bike around and up some hills.  racked up twenty six miles with an unhappy knee.  saw mr brown for some bike fit tips, shortened the ol stem 15 mm, and scooted the seat back.  then spun a few more to try it out, felt much better.  less pain more power = good.  not strong but not weak either, we're getting there.  that's what it was all about at least until the king of kings, taylor kelley, helped me rebuild the linkage on my yz 125.  words cannot describe what terrible shape the bearings were in, i am a bad man.  but when all was said and done the baby was as cush as ever, props to taylor, if you see him on the street buy the boy some liqour,i'll pay you back.  other then that things are good, feeling on track.  work is good, just trying not to be too sensitive, though i know i am.  trying to focus and do well, just get caught up over analyzing and beat myself up over stupid shit which only cascades into bigger shit.  can i get one order of humble pie to go please?

3/21/05

Where did the week, go.  was off work, riding and fuckign around and now the month is gone.  all the time that i had to get pirate gear lined up is fast escaping.  gotta knuckle down and prep up for this final.  hope the weather allows that.  prospect of new living quarters also on the mind, not to mention having to file for student financial aid and trying to deal with the EDD regarding fraud on disability.  oh boy.  i can ride and that is all that matters.  though sea otter is probably not gonna happen, though missing it for the first time in three years is not a welcome thought.  especially since i have the 35 pound sea otter weapon this year.  holy shit it is gonna slay.  just waiting on my crippled ass now.

3/16/05AGAIN

Went out for my first road ride today since the injury, it was a fantastic ride.  took it slow, no pressure to avg any sort of impressive speed.  just cruise and enjoy being dialed in with my machine.  originally thought i would just cruise down to a town, pop into the shop, and head home.  i felt so stoked when i got there that i just kept going.  ended up in henderson center eureka to say hello to my buddy matt and get some much needed water.  then jammed back to mac town to meet my brother, turned out to be 33 miles.  felt the ebb a bit on the way home, but that was mostly just joint shock, the ol soccer knee injury continues to take its toll on my cycling ability.  so i am getting some glucosamine on the way, read up on it, seems like great stuff, and think it will aid my recovery and help me step up my thresh hold quite a bit.  so met up with my bro and we headed to redwood acres for bmx practice.  NOTE TO SELF:  DO NOT TAKE A DOUBLE DOSS OF NARCOTICS BEFORE STRENUOUS EXERCISE.  the long ride before didn't help either, but after charging around the track a bunch of times i was done, almost threw up, almost spun out.  whoa.  doing better now, comfortably blissy.  did get some sprints in though so that was good, didn't quite have the pop after all the miles but it was good.  tomorrow plan to pick up my fresh dh frame and log some time up on the lost trail.  can't wait, should go to bed early so i can get up sooner.

3/16/05

Sittin, typing, sipping coffee till cold

too much fun makes a young man old

tests abound and answers be few

all each needs is inside you

daily cruising, listen and watch

the day you die is the day you scoff

now i move on with plans to begin

a virgin voyage to step out and spin

3/11/05

Confessions of a Broken Back:

Been awhile, first the rhymin interview was making me hold off updating, massive ain't it?  Then it was just madness.  The aforementioned "shadiness"  caught up with me a bit this week, bitches will be bitches, i'm over it.  Witnessed some of the most amazing shit of my life the other night.  So monday was supposed to be my much anticipated appointment with the neuro surgeon.  I knew as much as I was talking up my progress something was going to happen, and it did.  Registration and x rays made me a mere fifteen minutes late to my app.  The hoe behind the desk stole my xrays before i could see them, and as soon as they were out of my reach she said the prick wasn't going to see me on account of me being soo late.  wanted to slap the bitch.  left fuming.  went back to work, pissed, unwrapped my sexy new fox 40 dh fork, probably the only one in norcal.  That made me feel a bit better so i threw the bike in the truck and hit up the lost trail.  I confess, the brace sat on a stump and watched while my bike tentatively found its way into the air for the first time in over a month.  felt great.  soon i was shredding way too fast for having floppy unlaced old skool vans, no gloves, broken you know what, and uh oh... no skid lid.  then i found a friend and the madness ensued.  never have seen a truck as stuck as the one i saw that day.  about to roll over, down a hill, had it not been for two stalwart trees which bravely stoop in its path.  nevertheless two wheels were seeing nothing but blue, and my truck only popped and skidded until our rope broke.  seemed hopeless.  then came the comealong.  brilliant and beautiful, never witnessed will and ingenuity as i did that night in those tweaky lads.  within a half an hour the truck was much closer to salvation, and as we attempted one more pull out i saw the yota squirt from its hole and bounce onto the road.  we were stoked.  rode some more.  then mobbing out, going to play some horseshoes, the lads pulled away from me.  I was doing at least forty on some windyness, in the dark, and they were completely gone.  thought i had lost them till i caught sight of a brake light flash fest up ahead.  rolled upon a sight which made my insides drop.  there was the yota, stuck in a cliff.  the road turned right but the yota had not, skidded straight into a rock wall at about forty.  two lads were jumping around in the street hugging one another, while the other slowly emerged fromt eh wreck.  again i thought all was lost, but their spirits were not dampened.  the sushi quickly pulled the yota back onto the road.  lifted the hood and turned it over, in what i thought were vain attempts.  determined the fan wasn't spinning so three of us pryed at the radiator to get it off the fan.  one tug too many and piping hot fluid burst all over our faces as we fell back, almost off the cliff.  one was screaming "was it the battery, was it acid?!"  It was not, we replaced the radiator hose, found a dangling alternator clable, plugged her in and the 'ol battle truck started up and drove all the way home.  aside from needing a crucial allignment the thing is kicking just fine, amazing.  four sets of spiderwebs in the windshield bear witness to how serious a situation it was.  three lads and one dog, all smacked the glass, whoa.  all fine, and i drop my jaw for five minutes a day in rememberance.  next day more riding, of the urban sort.  learned some new tricks on the new bike, bar spins and other silly things.  then, ho ho, the bmx track the following day.  we concluded that if one was to ride it would be safer without the brace, as being stiff and locked on impact is not good (the doctor said so).  felt really good.  was jumping everything i ever had and then some, plus manualing new things and seeing new lines.  was amazed how fluid i could be after so much time off.  the only thing slowing me down was guilty caution.  was a little stiff but it was so much fun!  so watch out world, gonna have my new fatoryesque ride up and running within a week and then watch out.  see the doctor for real next monday and we'll see what we see.  maybe then i can put behind me the fact that every single person in my life tells me to get off the fucking bike, even the mobbers (broken and un broken).  hmmm

3/1/05

sha'dy adj.  1 sheltered from light or heat.  2 (coll.) dishonest, etc.: a shady business, person, dude, or questionable maneuver:

that is about how it went down my brothers, this young malchick got it done real horrorshow like, with none of the pretty ptitsas even batting an eye.  i skipped from that house of darkness and despair my brothers, a hole easily strutted into but a real pain in the ol gulliver to get out.  seem to have a bitty issue now with the matter of expectations held by those who i viddy as real horrorshow lewdies.  recall a time when i was just a molodoy cerebum, couldn't suck it up to tell the ol lewdie i look up to most in the whole ol skolliwoll that i had a bitty teaser.  so the long to short be that all the fish i oobivated by the unbeknowst, a but scribbled an unpickable piece and took the day regardless.  now seems much the same me thinks.  the sharps may be a bit on the roughed up side about it but i trust that they'll melt soon enough, speciall with the feely letter we left em along with a parting good gift.  Now simply liberated and beign the ol shuffle shuffle and ditch en route to a new place.  All will be dobby in the end.

2/26/05

Better be careful what i say here, cause if my boss read that i am writing this at work i'll probably wake up with fewer digits then when i went to sleep, and i don't mean stealing my girl friend numbers from the black book...  up in mac town, working with David on his last day ever.  trip.  heard from an old friend today who was one of seventeen students in the ectire country to get into a prestigious san fran ballet school.  very excited for her, makes you believe anything is possible, at the same time knowing how hard she has worked the reality of sacrifice is daunting.  Gonna finish moving out of the house of darkness this week, then i'll be free as a bird except for the cage around my body, though i plan to shatter that in the near future.  jonesing to ride, mostly my biting competive drive.  what does one do, focus, have fun, and write a novel.  sounds good.

2/25/05

Shady insomnia.  How good it is, tick tick four forty nine and all is fine.  Shall i recap the day.  got up, headed to hoopa, shuttled foos, watched foos (hanky, mini me, snobbie, bullit bros, and some loks), cleaned trail, jonesed.  Drove home, straight into band practice, getting a little tighter every time.  today we had the addition of dr. iris on the djembe, interestin sound.  playing lots of grunge which is fine by me : )  That ended at nine when my upset housemate told me the landlord wanted the mountains of her mother's abandoned garbage out of the back so they could mow the lawn the next day.  long story short, i busted ass with girlys and filled my truck up to the brim with stanky shit.  was meaning to take it to the dump tomorrow but got to thinking what two thousand pounds of garbage would cost me to dump and grew less fond of the idea.  all bent about that i sat an read for a bit and then took off on my new sick single speed assault machine and cruised town till two am.  thought i would be able to readr myself to sleep, but discovered that the fleas i had noted in my room the day before had found their way into my bed, i hate cats.  so i bounced.  began driving around on a brilliant whim for a place to lose the trash, found a cutty apartment dumpster inthe back roads of mac town.  got it all unloaded, even the mattress and tore off.  That was about three thirty, was quite the rush and i was seeing possible apprehenders behind every corner.  That brings me to here, the long of the short.  So even before i found the fleas i had begun to move out of the arcata pad, told the girl at the beginning of the month that, more then likely, i could not afford another months rent due to my injury and that she should start looking for someone else.  when she is lazy and hazy every fucking day and doesn't get shit done, thus the mounds of trash in my truck, and i am more then certain that she has not found anyone.  but i am cutting regardless, have no money in theback anyway so what can i do.  really need to get out, the house is mega negative energy, no the kind that wants help, just the kind that sucks life till you are lying on the floor gasping for air and kicking over the respirator with the rest of the hoolis in the home.  i know she is gonna be bent and trash my name all over town, but i don't care, the more contacts he attempts to break the more it will come back to her, anyway i embrace the solitude.  the worst part is the band will have to find a new place to practice.  started perusing the papers for a more affordable place, have backers who will help me out, but after encountering better situations for less money i had a realization, they just weren't for me.  i cannot bring myself to pay three hundred + to exist in some one elses space, and can't afford my own.  look at some real shabby places but no matter what i would simply rather not spend the dough.  so i am not gonna.  be storing some of my stuff in mac town for the time being, get rid of a lot of it, keep myself everwhere but in the safety net, ride a lot (hopefully the x-ray next week is good), work lots, save lots, and have fun.

2/24/05

Today be thursday, spun it out last night.  Thinking about coming out of injury stronger and healthier then i came in, feel if i keep that mind set i will be back on the bike asap.  Amazing what a good mood an evening work out puts me in, part of it is just the decision to say fuck everybody else and do my thing, put my agenda first.  Heading out to hoopa today to scope a new section of trail for this weekend and get the kids some runs.  Makes me happy just to be around riding.  The last race I was big about promoting and very excited simply because that was what was keeping my mind off the pain.  Now that the pain is manageable my mind is on other things.  I am still very excited about this weekend, but i am not all over the phones and shit like last time.  Could almost take it ore leave it, seeing as i can't participate.  Now all i can think about is riding as the season creeps up, riding and getting strong, stronger then everybody else.  Coming off injury i feel like i have something to prove again.  Know i am going to be going faster then ever, but also smarter then ever.  Sad to miss sea otter but i know i won't be ready, focus on oregon and being ready for west coast nati's.  Work hard to play hard right?  Every other five minutes on the stationary is a sprint to the line against Mick Hannah, i see it.  I see the straight line through the trees, leaving bits of my shoulder behind on my way down the B line.  Watching Synopsis and typing, watching every move, every glance, as if by watching them enough I can claim the souls of those faster then me.  Claim their souls and their style, i want it.  BMX opens next week, I have an appointment with an x ray machine shortly after.  Hope to be rolling soon.

2/22/05

Gotta be quick cause I am on the clock, allow me to explain.  First let me say that the expression with which this sight provides me is integral to my sanity and continued bliss in this sphere of existence.  So there it is my selfish intention, sure i do it so all my buds have an excuse to get together and ride, but really i just gotta express!  So i spent the last week away from my bugging computer, happy as a clam and so free.  Reading, writing and doing many things i had gotten away from.  So last night i tried to get in to the sight at my mac town work station, no go.  Hours of wasted time with nothing to show for it, except my blisss washed far far away.  So today the solution hit me, if i only need the web for occasional page updates and email then why even live with a computer?  So here i sit in kinkos payng twenty cents a minute for my bliss, happy as a clam, and performing that which i have had in my head.  Happy happy joy joy.  That's really all i gotta say.

2/17/05

Massive updates, completed, time to enjoy some sun.  Maybe hit up healthsport and let the legs run.  Everything today was just content, not the eye popping format changes that i am looking for.  at this point that kind of change over might be impossible, i think when the series wraps i will overhaul it and sort through all the freaking pics and shit.  Got the day off though and happy to give some of my time providing others with portraits to examine.  To understand what i am working with now

.....well maybe it's better you don't... though it does inspire me to dig deeper into the the verse vat and come up with something fresh.  simpy ain't been motivated to get very lyrical lately.  though i am motivated to ride again, suppose that goes without saying.  feel like i could do it right now, but gotta wait a couple more weeks.  definitely happy that the thing seemd to be healing in a timely manner.  guess that is that i just wanted to get something down today.  do some soul searching later.

Words To Think On, These Lyrics Describe 
How I Feel Pretty Much
 
It doesn't matter what I say
So long as I sing with inflection
That makes you feel that I'll convey
Some inner truth of  vast reflection
But I've said nothing so far
And I can keep it up as long as it takes
And it don't matter who you are
If I'm doing my job, it's your resolve that breaks
Because the hook brings you back
I ain't tellin' you no lie
The hook brings you back
On that you can rely
There is something amiss
I am being insincere
In fact I don't mean any of this
Still my confession draws you near
To confuse the issue I refer
To familiar heroes from long ago
No matter how much Peter loved her
What made the Pan refuse to grow?
Was that the hook brings you back
I ain't telling you no lie
The hook brings you back
On that you can rely
Suck it in suck it in suck it in
If you're Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn
Make a desperate move or else you'll win
And then begin
to see
What you're doing to me this MTV is not for free
It's so PC it's killing me
So desperately I sing to thee of love
Sure but also rage and hate and pain and fear of self
And I can't keep these feelings on the shelf
I tried, well no in fact I lied
Could be financial suicide but I've got too much pride inside
To hide or slide
I'll do as I'll decide and let it ride until I've died
And only then shall I abide this tide
Of catchy little tunes
Of hip three minute ditties
I wanna bust all your balloons
I wanna burn all of your cities to the ground
I've found I will not mess around
Unless I play then hey
I will go on all day hear what I say
I have a prayer to pray
That's really all this was
And when I'm feeling stuck and need a buck
I don't rely on luck because
The hook brings you back
I ain't tellin' you no lie
The hook...
On that you can rely

12/6/04

Nothing on this planet can justify a man sacrificing his constitution like a woman.  It is barely worth going into, simply a fact of nature.  Somehow we must strive to hold onto ourselves, though getting wound up is so easy.  Not much more to say and not much else is sweeter, now it is morning and i must sleep.

12/5/04

Gasping, weezing, and struggling to breath through the rank bile of self loathing that churns within, threatening to consume insanity.  The wagon rolls on but where am I?  Neglect and complacency conspire to rob one of all that they've worked for.  I search the horizon for motivation, forgettting that none is as holy as that which lifts my lashes each morning.  In essence i have fallen off, yet we all need a vacation now and again ehh?  To blend in with those on the street, those with nothing, those who have no disciplines to guide them.  Sacifices must be made in the interest of dream catching, even if it means coming to terms with destructive relationships.  This weekend a silly manuever left my motorized vehicle inoperable, thereby destroying my plans to compete in a glorious cycling event which i was not prepared for.  One of the many physical challenges which my soured body cannot bend to of late.  Time ticks, i hear it, too often i don't forgetting why i am where i am.  The leisure of others has infected my bones and the time has come to shake it off.  To add to my confusion I read today that the hope restorative underdog DH national champion has had his title revoked due to drug use, where are the role models?  My head is cold, that is good, cold things contract and grow dense (with the exception of water which expands when frozen) what was to big is now manageable.  Swallow pride and reputation to pursue more.  All that reamins is the holiday season, my old mate returns for break and much mayhem and destruction will ensue.  If i can keep myself through that all will be well.  Don't be surprised if yours seems to be flying off the handle now and then, it is all for the best.  I think some healthy estrogen will help me through.  Here's to winter and the bleak distant hope that all will rejuvinate.

12/2/04

The bug has bitten, "it used to be a little but a little wouldn't do it so a little got more and more", night digging.  Last night and tonight was busting ass with Jeremy Rollins, Hank Matheson, and Rowan Gratz.  Good things be happenen and we be producen instead of couching, dope dope.  I am stoked, stomach churn this weekend, i've gotta go that is all i will say.  A lot of work ahead but i feel events aligning and blessings to come.  We shall continue to bring you the cutting news as soon as it transcends grapevine gossip.  Till then ride on.

11/28/04

Oh how hum, had a bunch of days off this week and hardly touched my bike.  Got back on yesterday and went to Hoopa.  Now listen close!  Hoopa!  New trail!  Super Sick (my opinion)  More Soon, Even Sicker!  Think I am just going to move ou there this winter and work on trail all night and day.  Have to drive out there everyday for work anyhow, so why not find a way to waste less of my life.  Speaking of wasting, this week was definitely not that, oh nono no.  Pretty much one big long party, my body is trashed but we've all got to express our freedom to be torn up bums now and then.  Tomorrow i will have to return to the world of sober workadays, always prefer jerkadaze but should get back to training and digging anyway.

11/17/04

I am sick, so very ill, and the only medicine that brings me solace is the riding.  It has now been two days and I am fading fast.  Woking till dark is not what the doc ordered when there is no time left to ride.  Try to keep from breaking things but inevitably I fall into a rage and start hitting shit.  As wether allows the night digging begins.  The only way to release all those pent up frustrations and get something worthwhile done.  Speaking of worthwhile, the SoHum Shootout is coming up fast and furious.  This sunday we renew the spirit of Pirate DH.  I look forward to the support of all me friends, keep in mind the momentum and prize money builds.  Don't miss it, just what the doctor ordered.

11/9/04

Let's see, had my last root canal tonight, got a smile back, so that is good.  Was sick with flu all weekend and missed moto riding, that's bad.  Not riding made me pissy, not cool.  Without any racing going on have little dirt to report, and what else is there?  Cyclocross this weekend, see what i can do, then dueling on the 21st.  Plans have been in upheavel but it seems to be working out for the best.  Good Good, feeling better.  Ride soon, pray for dry weather.

11/2/04

Well I went for the longest moto ride of my life yesterday, and it was still incredibly weak.  i have new found respect and disgust for everything moto.  i set a new world record for times stalled out while i figured out the secrets of moving forward.  tipped my bike over twice in total spazoid lameness, and caught the tiniest bit of air which sent me zipping out of control.  it was fun.  first i was having a hard time with the moto aspect of it, it is very similar to biking and very different.  there is a lot of noise, a lot of foreign power, and a lot of complexity.  not the same woodsy meditation that you get on a stealthy mountain bike, not the same ability to nimbly and calmy explore the forest.  much of that is my rookie handling, more of itis the added hundred pounds of shit.  there were moments when i thought i had made a big mistake, then i kinda got the hang of things, got into 3rd and fourth gears, held onto some drift, managed to turn around and that put a big twitchy smile on my newly fixed face (yeah by the way i have new teeth just in time to try and smash 'em on the moto).  the arm pump is everything that people have said it would be, i was only riding semi aggresive for about an hour and i felt drained, an exciting, on the edge, want to stomp something drained.  yes i do now understand better the mentality that creates such destruction as depicted in the crusty demons of dirt series.  the culmination came when i was coming out to leave, i made it through a tree defined s chicane without stalling or stopping my bike.  foot out, brrrapppp, shift weight, foot out brrapppp, shift weight, foot out, brrrapppppp, yeah.  it didn't even bother me that it was a section that i think a five year old could have ridden through, i was stoked.

11/1/04

Oh what a week it has been, a little out of control.  Feel the need to tone it down so that I can get out of bed on time.  Being four hours late to work on Friday after attending an X's birthday was the last straw, time to reform.  Then again saturday morning, too cooked after mobbing at The Cutters show to go and ride my road bike in the rain over thompkins peak.  But did spend the whole day shredding in Hoopa, great fun, burned in great lines with the likes of Matt Snyder, Dave Richmond, Hank Matheson, and The Pole Brothers.  Patrick is the king showing us the epitome of Hoopa hospitality all day.  Till that cursed "last run" at dusk, tearing down the fastest trail ever, dubbed the translator, and Amos went down.  Hit his head hard and it soon became apparent, from his vacant gaze and unintelligible logic that he was concussed.  Got food in Willow Creek and visited with some punk ass paramedics.  Watched my friend's free will evaporate before my eyes as he was interrogated by some very unfriendly dudes.  He managed to keep himself out of the death box (AKA ambulance) on the terms that Hank and I would drive him to Mad River Hospital.  He lived all the way to the coast, thank god, but refused to go into the E.R. so we went for a little walk, kept him up for a bit, and he was better the next day.  The next day I went and got my own death rocket, a YZ 125.  The ultimate training tool, I hope to see improvement sin my downhilling soon or I am gonna return it.  Can't wait to rip my arms off and join the nor cal no hands dh crew.  hit up the Redwood Acres CycloCross last night, held out for the hour run which started at 6:30 in the complete dark.  it was cold and there were only four of us.  I had an unfair head lamp advantage and won, but the victory was in putting up consistent laps at a good clip despite how terrible i felt before the ride.  Time to lay off the partyin till, oh maybe december, that is when my buddy taylor will be visiting for a month or so and i think i should at least keep up my conditioning cause all hell is gonna break loose.  Don't forget Star's in two weeks.

10/24/04

Yesterday was supposed to be Pirate Ride #1, The Los Muertos DH.  Things didn't go as planned and let me say why.  Last year the race was the day after halloween, later in the year, actually on Dia De Los Muertos, and the weather was dry.  This year there were scheduling conflicts that day so i decided that i would bump it up a weekend and just call it the los muertos DH, it was so successful last year that i didn't want to change too much.  That was mistake number one, i think i angered the dio of los muertos cause nothing went right.  The race crept up on everyone this time, and apparently not as many folks have tuned into the Pirate scene as I had thought.  All of my buddies who i wanted and expected to be there were not, therefore there was no buzz and no riders.  I kinda expected that people would just come so i didn't promote like i should have.  No to mention the intense rains that came the day prior which probably drowned any remaining thoughts riders entertained avbout coming out.  I should have known from the moment i learned i had forgotten to print the date on the ride flyer that the thing was screwed.  Last year working in Henderson Center bikes I WAS ABLE TO BRAINSTORM AND PLAN WITH MmATT sNYDER (whoops cap lock) not to mention spread the word all day long, so i underestimated how much prep i really needed to do.  Anyway knowing that not many people would show i decided to attend my friends birthday party the night before and rage it.  I got all dapered up, suspenders and the whole bit, drank a lot a lotta tequila, enjoyed the company of several lovely ladies, danced and moshed like i can hardly remember, went to bed at five am and thought i would wake at six to start prepping.  well i ain't no super man and if hank hadn't called me at 8:30 i would have slept through the whole thing.  so we threw our shit together, jammed out there, way late and just rode all day.  Robert Rhall was there bright and early, he is always so supportive i can't thank him enough.  And that was it, ride one is behind us.  We took some photos, sold some t shirts, cleaned some trail, and just had a chill day of riding.  Sadly the day concluded with a collision on the road, Pirate photographer coming down, red car going up, bad news.  Two cars down and two runs back to town got everybody somewhere, told ya we angered  el dio.  next time you have my word that even if i am out dancing till the wee hours i will arrive on time, even if it means tripping out there in my night duds with zero shut eye, it will go down.

10/19/04

Last bit of summer sun SUMMER PICS ROUND II  left over roll from my time back east, kinda falls in the middle of the stuff i posted last time.  My niece is a lovely little punk, check out the pics, and the jersey shore is full of fascists, small but clean.  The rain is here, time to dig and party.

10/18/04

Ok the pretext, remember this is where i air my grievances, spin everything, tell the untold, and whine till i run out of breath.  So read on if you wish but don't come complaining to me cause i warned ya.

Hill Climb - Friday night got out to Weaverrville, set up camp, and cruised to the school to charge up hill for twenty bucks.  More strong riders there then i had hoped for and figured i was not a true contender.  Went out hard anyway, stayed with the back about half way, then started to drop, just didn't have the kick to stay with.  Finished fourth and that was ok cause i almost kept them in sight.

XC - My return to the endurance events went better then i had hoped, and worse.  Only second cross country in several years but was noticeably stronger then a couple weeks ago.  Managed to keep the leaders in sight for most of the first climb while positioning myself mid field.  Stayed strong most of the way and was having fun, pacing myself on the way up figuring i could make up a lot of time on the descent back.  Before the race Joe Mello had cautioned me about how rocky the course was and that i should increase pressure, but i wanted traction.  Sure enough bombing through a rolly section with a few miles to go i g'd out a little too hard and knocked the air right out of my rear tire.  I did not know how much of the course was left, figured i was close.  Had patched and pump but no tube.  Could not stand the thought of stopping on the clock to fix it so I kept rolling, and rolling, and rolling.  Becoming more frustrated and determined with each passing moment and losing time all the while.  When I flatted I was closing fast on Sean Robertson, but as the course stretched on all those who i had fought off for the previous 18 miles or so came crawling back.  The hardest to let by was Justin Brown, after giving my first bit of race support back in 2000 he and his crew have always been the bar which i hold myself to.  So when he passed i was on the verge of giving up.  Yet i was surprised how well i could roll on a flat, and having never tried it before i decided i must press on.  Quite i few rear wheel step outs, pretty fun really, and a very sore ass got me to the finish.  Figure i lost about ten minutes, still wouldn't have been enough to cath the leader in my group but i'm getting there.

DH - Well so far this season has started out just like last season did, sitting in second place, though i believe the caliber of those who have bested me this year is a step up from last.  Was second again at the HSU DH, and second again at the La Grange DH.  I was pretty chill this weekend, was no where near to my normal strict race constitution.  Figure I had a podium in me, then i heard Todd Hoeft was there (had seen his silver turner and knew the weapon belonged to someone dangerous) and figured that i would be chasing him down.  Felt incredible on course race morning, before the rains, and knew i could destroy anyone and everyone.  I had given up some practice on saturday in the interest of igniting the stoke of others , but felt fine with what i did get.  As the weather moved in I knew i would not be as pinned in the interest of having a smooth run, but felt the variable of an unseen course was in my favor as i could adapt and be smooth regardless (had plenty of practice there back east).  Had i been prepared for wet conditions things would have been different, a fender and rain jacket would have had me sailing through the much much faster.  Traction was actually better as the rain washed the dust away, but i could not see shit.  Figured i would be smooth up top and make it up on the pedals below, but it came out reversed.  I Hauled pretty good up top, had to make one pass, and screwed the bottom up, having to make another pass.  Died on the pedals, lost momentum, careened off course, and lost time (the race).  So i got punked by two seconds on the books, i am positive they rounded the hundredths so it was more like a second and a half.  Could tell you plenty of places where i let it go, could have been more ademant about stagin so i didn't have to pass, could have skipped the xc and maybe i would have had more legs at the bottom, could have been prepared for the forecasted rain, could have ridden a bigger bike which may have been faster (though i do not feel the bullit is slowing me down at all, definitely making me a more aware and smoother rider).  Of course todd could have given you just as many excuses.  In the end i was pleased with the results, Todd races pro usually and it was by far the closest i have ever been to him so that was cool, seen him spank my buds before so being that close on such a long course was cool.  i respect him a lot and therefore don't mind it much.  The other consolation is that we were almost twenty seconds ahead of the rest of the field so that feels good.  Good stuff, fun times, looking forwardto pirate riding next weekend.  Rock on.

10/14/04

Oh, my, Very late, infact i should correct it is actually the 15th now.  And guess what I am pissed, no good reason, just super righteous bull shit.  lucky i am not in my own house cause if i was i would put holes in the walls.  going to Weaverville tomorrow to race, feel ill prepared, fucking pissed, more for my bro then for me.  bought lycra yesterday, what the fuck was i thinking, oh and my shorts are defective so i am pissed.  got some new pictures from this summer that i will put up soon, too many were taken by someone else and wasted film, pissed.  got fresh pics from the hsu dh but too late to organize them though they are now uploaded, pissed.  going to see the endo dontists next week, root canal, cha ching, pissed.  i am jolly during the day, but now where is my drinking buddy, where is my bossom, why do i spend so much time trying to cultivate a scene which feeds my spirit but not my body, god clothes the lillies of the field rught?  if i was as strict as duncan riffle maybe i could be fast, but what would that get me.  stead i am a slow lethargic confused little man.  ok enough self loathing, i get to go away for the weekend so i should consider myself lucky, though after i will be broke again and fucking feeding uncle sam from my fungus tip just so i can live another day.  moving to mexico, and that is that, maybe i will come back and wrrench for a season, y'all are welcome to come visit, we will surf and talk about anything except everything.

10/12/04

Summer Pics After long last I got some pictures form this summer developed so to see the start and end of my travels check out th link.  Please forgive me for all the self portraits but there was seldom anyone else to hold the camera.  i am not going to get all mushy about the trip or nothing, not really that many riding pics, should have a second wave soon with more stuff in the middle.  Hope you enjoy whoever you are that cares.  Other then that we stripped a roof off a house in Blue Lake yesterday, thouroughly worked me.  Day before was up at the Lost Cause on kneeland riding and digging with Greg, Hank, lil bro, Robbie Rhall, and Big Ray.  I suggest that everyone check it out, turning into a pretty sick little dual course.  Talk to Curtis, he lives there.  Can't wait till next weekend to ride some more, till then i will probably just dig in my yard, little by little, anyone is welcome to come kick it and help anytime.

10/10/04

Flew off the handle a bit yesterday.  Went down to Woodland wiith Fritz thursday and friday, setting concrete forms for a coffe house, was fun and i learned a lot.  Wanted to step onto the site and bust ass but my ignorance was immediately apparent.  I managed to shape up a bit but i know you guys are here to hear about bikes, not bag ties and rebar and 2 x 6's and chopsaws and transits...  anyway got back late tursday (midnight)  bedded down much later, got up early and got out to Tish Tang late.  Was cleaning trail in prep for the Los muertos DH.  After Friday's storm there was work to do, not to mention a year of neglect.  Up top it wasn't bad, had to tape a little, rake a bit, and machete much.  My big beef began with the old off camber traverse, mid way down the course, which leads to a sharp right hand berm and into another off camber.  That's how the course was originally raced but since motos and other folks have blown a line straight down the slope, not nearly as interesting if you ask me.  I insist that we adhere to the old line, and after twenty minutes of raking the deep leves off it I demand it.  I know the goal is to go sub four minutes this year, going sub four would not matter if fools simply cut the course, make your time worth something, challenge yourself, ride the technical line and ride it fast, don't be a pussy.  The bottom half was the worst, light was fading, and I had no help.  Lots o' limbs, down trees, and nasty ruts.  me and my brother built a cool new hit, a very mellow 21 feet to clear, easily longer.  Bottom section is the roughest I have seen it, moto and water ruts are deeper then ever.  Wantedto chop them down but it was getting too dark and there was too much shrub and debris clearing to be done, oh and I was way to pissed off.  Didn't get to ride but the course is ready, may just spend more time out there in the next two weeks.  Today I have an anger hangover, still pretty pissed off at many things, all the pussy whipped shit I see, fuck it all, go big or get the fuck out.

10/4/04

What a busy weekend, so much riding I was actually tired yesterday.  So much happened don't know where to being.  Updates on the HSU race are in the works, plenty of pictures and results on the way.  you could check out results at the HSU site but us non learn ed goons weren't even listed with the collegiate crowd, though it was a complete humboldt sweep in the overall dh results.  Rode XC on saturday and got my ass kicked, longfest race I have ever competed in.  22 miles with 4500 feet of climbing, my head was definitely in the clouds by the time i finished.  I thanked the lucky stars i was almost seeing that i had opted, on a whim, to pack two goo shots in my pockets, was all that got me through.  By my third and final lap i was pedaling so slow that girls who were walking up the hills were passing me.  But i just kept singing a cheerful medley and had a great time.  Knew that there was no way i could be competitive for the duration of the event.  I raced for about twenty minutes, then derailled and never saw the pack again, just settled into my own pace and focused on riding somewhat consistent laps and not getting off the bike.  Even though i was incredibly slow i was proud to finish my first expert XC race, and get back into a discipline thgat i have ignored for way too long.  It was quite humbling, good for the soul, and god damn are some of those dudes and dudettes fast.  Then it was out to hoopa for practice and partying.  Tish Tang campground blew up with a wild awards ceremony, won't say too much in case HSU officials read this, pixi bike jump contest, and a couple nude laps.  i promise pictures but it was dark and i was faded so don't expect too much.  Next morn got up pretty hung and went to try and ride.  Got a couple runs in and felt pretty shitty, no legs after racing the day before.  John and i had set out to spank after getting into a little tiff the night before.  One run down and Humboldt swept the overall awards, but since we were segregated from the trust fundees hardly anyone noticed.  It was a day for the boys as Greg Newkirk mobbed to third, I sketched my way into second, and Mr. John crashed into first place.  More soon, still gathering my thoughts.

9/30/04

Yesterday got a little upset, in a passive gotta ride my bike kinda way, after working all day with my buddy Fritz things weren't going quite right and he began to get a little heated.  He had every right to be, it wasn't at me, and it was his job and his money.  Yet I took his mood way too personal.  Working with a good friend is fun, but there are times when I'm no so sure it is the best thing, especially and older friend who you admire, it can be like having your older sibling looking over your shoulder, or even like working along side a parent.  Today we will be back at it, headed to Hoopa, and I am cleansed after a short ride last night.  So i got home and was worked up and just had to hit the road.  First ride with a computer on my road bike, and as expected it helped me pick up the intensity a bit.  Like someone is watching all the time, even though that someone is me.  Went out Azalea Reserve, west on northbank, to arcata, up diamond down, friends house home.  Just enough to feel good about it.  Trying to keep a training log this year, the best part about that is if you are gonna have one there is presuure to do something just so you can justify the logs creation.  Other then that just chillin, watched "The Collective" again last night, received an email which basically said "where the fuck do you get off saying the collective made you angry?"  So i am going to have to write a review just to explain my stance because in some cases more words are better.  Lastly, I am really looking forward to the HSU race this weekend, going to be my first Expert XC race ever (not counting JR. X).  Looking at it as training and a way to take local DH a little less seriously.

9/29/04

The month marches on, very excited for what next month will hold.  Let's see... Yesterday I saw another dentist, still getting the run around enroute to a root canal.  Then bumped into Jared Delong by Revolution Bicycles and managed to coerce a Super T out of him.  Been thinking about a new set up all summer, one born of a desire for simplicity and a good wake up shake.  A new whole much greater then the sum of its parts.  A DH bike that is an easy two pounds lighter and more race oriented then ever, and a Bullit that is simply bad ass.  So you may not recognize me right off on the trail, just do a double take and all will be fine.  Worked on fork swapping all day, didn't work due to the dentist appointment, and didn't ride but it was enough to get the bikes dialed.  Met Jared and Jake Todd down the street from my place for some beers last night at six rivers, gave him a preliminary payment and talked it up.  Hot glass trophies are in the works, so all you champions will have something to show for your efforts this year.  And sounds like we will have more then one Pirate Dirt Jam Party this season, still planning so stay tuned.  Might just work today, never thought there would be so much drama on a construction crew.  Oh and I just bought and watched the collective this week, liked it and got mad at it, maybe I will explain in a film review or something.

9/27/04 @12:39

How sad that romance is never as simple in life as in the pictures.  Would be nice to just sweep a lady off her feet, but then there is tomorrow to think about, and your friend who hooked up with her, and that guy that she may or may not be seeing, and a brother with whom it just might become wierd.  I suppose if there is all that to it then fuck it, then again why should there be all that to it so fuck it.  No worries though, I live day to day.  If I were as confident and brilliant as the Sky Captain I wouldn't have to worry, definitely wouldn't need to write about it, who needs to blow their own horn after saving the planet.  And I'm sure the gals just come a runnin', that is until you throw them a goofy hill billy toothless smirk and they suddenly have other commitments.  Ah now I ramble on into the safety of vagueness.  Time to finish my night cap and get to bed so i can be ready for another monday, don't really matter if i decide to be ready or not, 'tis here and destiny demands attention.

9/26/04

Sunday morning, just kicking it, feels great.  Hank called this morning to get me out to Tiah Tang with he and Greg, couldn't tear myself off the computer, so hope you enjoy all the fresh material, been uploading bigfoot pics all morning, damn dial up is stealing my life away.  Yesterday me, little bro, and Hankus all cruised to Hoopa town, met up with Pat and the Pole boys, got our mob on down the Spotted Owl.  Roosting it up for next weekend.  Course is the best it has been, a winters riding and summer cooking have cured the course well.  Unless there is rain the race day will be a bit treacherous as the dirt is so very dry and slippery.  Still a lot faster then the conditions we rode it in last winter.  So be prepared to get your two wheel drift on.  Feel like doing a long ride this afternoon, we'll see.  Face is healing nicely and no girls have run the other way yet so all is well.  Not anough hours in the day, right?

9/23/04

Driving screws, digging dirt, truing wheels, sippin seven and seven, pretty simple existence aside from the myriad of pirate plans.  Excited daily about the way things are going, people are hitting the site and i am getting good reviews so far even though i have yet to inject any true content.  Had to move a couple of datea around because i am adament about not interferring with any other cycling events, don't think there should be divisions or competition in the community, only support.  I suppose not many of the DH crew would be hitting up the halloween cyclocross or the Thompkins Hill time trial the day before, but i am definitely participating in both.  Gotta support such local events no matter what.  Since the Los Muertos DH is the weekend following La Grange i will be out working/riding the course two weekends before the ride.  Hope two weekends of back to back downhilling doesn't burn any body out.  Face is healing, teeth aren't really.  Mr. Benoit patched them up a bit so they aren't as touchy but i see a root canal in my future, on top of that it's like Eminem says "...scared to look in any mirrors when you're near 'em..."

9/21/04

More digging/riding yesterday with Brian, Greg, and John.  The Lost is happening, gonna have to plan a big fat work day up there cause soon we are gonna have a terrain park right in our back yard.  Course is riding in nicely, got some dual action, some triple x action, and even a few four man heats.  Surprised at how well the course accomadates.  Lots of option lines in the corners allow for much passing or just body checks.  I was leading in one triple x run with Newkirk right on my rubber, went high and outside in the last hip/berm and he whipped it to the inside, lines converged, we hit the dirt, a little bike porn resulted, it was a great move and great fun.  Greg got such natural flow, really muscles his bike into doing the things he wants it to, things that I couldn't even imagine.  And Mr. John is simply smooth, fast, and efficient, not to mention ambitious as Brian so aptly pointed out.  A good crew to ride with.  Now to see about working.  Oh yeah all that went down after the dentist and novacain.  A little repair work, no nerve sticking out, wait to see if they survive, root canal in the works.

9/20/04

So yesterday I was back on my bike, no more borrowed bikes at least.  Feeling fine aside from the gapping hole in my smile and an exposed nerve sticking out.  Going to see the dentist today so we shall hear what he has to say.  Hit up the Lost Trail with Brian Hapgood, Jason Reimann, Jeremy Rollins, and the Big C.  They have started a tight, perfection seeking, little berm run that is super fun and plenty technical to ride fast.  We did some digging, robbed some rock, and did a lot of ripping.  Moist condidiotns were perfect for riding the trail in.  By the time it was getting dark we had the makings of a dual course on our hands, with room for even more riders.  Lots of good option lines will make it a good elbox to elbow track.  Would be very exciting and very physical to race someone down.  Think we may just have to incoporate it into the series, escape from jacoby just might be in the vicinity.  Up today, can't work cause I gotta go see the tooth doctor, may be be able to fit some riding in after.  Just to throw it out there, tentatively planning on doing the fifty mile tour in Crescent City next weekend, definitely going out to ride the Owl before the collegiate race, so if anyone wants to join...

9/19/04

Woke up this morning and felt a strange seam.  The busted face was more then a dream.  Felt not too bad but didn't feel clean.  Thankful the rest of me's healthy and lean, still want to mob like a freakin machine.

9/18/04

So best to begin such a tradition with some kind of fatedul occerence.  One of those uncomfortable twists of fate that are the result of so many abnormal circumstances that one wonders if the higher order is really trying to tell you something.  Anyhow i had rolled out to the Tish Tang campground on Friday night, after a full day of roofing, and stayed with Jessica, Gordon, Justin, and Kalyn (sp?).  They are all members of the HSU bike club and we were looking forward to brushing out their new DH course which will be raced October 2nd on the Spotted Owl trail in Hoopa.  Rained that night, I passed out in the cab of my truck trying to play my harminica along with Led Zeppelin.  Next morning packed up and met the rest of the HSU crew in town and headed up so they could check out the Spotted Owl.  Patrick Jackson took us up, we did some riding, they decided they liked it and the trail work began.  As is my nature I had made too many commitments that afternoon and had to fly at eleven to meet Brian Hapgood on the Gross Anaomy trail by Horse Linto.  He was up the trail digging with one Robert Rhall and I wound up hiking to the very top of the mountain before finding them.  Then it was decided that I would ride Robbie's bike down with Brian, even though I had zero gear and absolutely no helmet.  My ancient San Jose sharks hat would be of little protection not two minutes into the ride.  The trail proved its name worthy yet again as I punched a fresh gravel berm/lip that covered a small log.  Front tire gave way and I flopped face first into the shalely substrate.  Just like they say everything slowed down as I felt my face being plowed through the dirt.  Felt my flesh tear and my teeth suddenly collapse and spatter across an into my face.  I've face plowed before and the teeth are always a concern, this time I knew, didn't even have to feel.  The blood began to gush from my nose and mouth.  I sat hunched over, head between my knees, blood dripping, trying to collect and calm myself.  Brian was soon back to see what had happened, all i could issue was the warning "I'm fucked up man, I'm fucked up."  We sat in astonishment and lament for a few moments and then rode the rest of the trail.  lot o' fun and the work he did was fantastic.  Had Curtis drive me back to Hoopa where I felt up to riding the Owl once more and then the deer trail.  Wound up having fun, but now it is getting dark, I'm home, and the reality of broken teeth continues to set in.  Hope to have them fixed soon, don't see that it will hold up my riding so I will see you all in Hoopa October 2nd, support the HSU team!