Stewie: “So you finally did it, eh?
Look Brian, I’ve gotta warn you, that ****** is ground zero man, I mean, I *wrecked* that thing on the way outta there. On my way I even had room to carve “Brooks was here” on the wall. Did you see that? Did you see Brooks was here? Hmmm? What with Chris going before me I didn’t even have to stoop over, even had room to twirl a cane as I strolled.”
Brian: “Now you’re just exaggerating.”
Stewie: “Yeah, but only a little bit. That’s the messed up thing.”
With the names included I shouldn’t even have to tell you what the preceding dialog references, but one of the better, more crude episodes of all time.
I started off this entry with the phrase, “I finally did it.” But that reminded me of said episode and I couldn’t help but post that. In any case, I also “finally did it.” Cruised over to T-Birds house last night and picked up my new bike, none other than the Pinarello Prince. I couldn’t help but notice the look in his eye as I rolled away, I felt like I was stealing his first born or something, despite the fact that I gave him a bunch of money for it. However, on my ride into work this morning I quickly forgot about that feeling and instead had to focus on not falling off as I kept leaning over to watch the bike as I was riding, just to make sure it was really there. And sure enough, it was.
My acquisition of the Prince was not without purpose, in fact, it might be two fold. A) Have the coolest bike on the amateur scene anywhere, and B) hope it motivates me to get off my ass and train this fall/winter for next season. So far it’s accomplished both, but I gotta see what I’m feeling like in December, January. That’s the real test of truth.
So….that’s about all I have to say at the moment. Not really in the mood to blog much, as has been quite evident over the past month or so. Don’t really want to say anything about politics, it will mostly likely either depress me, or anger me beyond words. So, here you go. I’ll be on the road.