Unemployed Again

Well once again good things must come to an end. It's been a really slow summer in the bike business, so now once again I find myself with out a job. I wont miss working on box store bikes, but I will miss the pay check. So If any one hears about company's hiring in the Orrville /Wooster area let me know. On the other hand there will be more time ride.

Wang Pigs New Ride

Wang stopped by the shop the other day to get fitted for his new ride. All that's left to do is regear it and set it up tubeless. He wants to go fixie with it. It's going to be the new craze. Fixie recumbant trike mountain biking. Soon all the hippie fixters will be rocking these at the Knob!

Swedish man attacked by tattooed girl gang

Sometimes truth is stranger then fiction.



Swedish man attacked by tattooed girl gang

Published: 16 Jul 09 10:51 CET
Online: http://www.thelocal.se/20694/20090716/

Police in central Sweden are on the hunt for a gang of tattooed women who sexually molested a 50-year-old man as he was riding by on his bicycle.


Suddenly, someone grabbed hold of the rack on the back of the man's bike, causing him to fall to the ground.

"The girls ran up to him and pulled the bicycle down so he fell," Örebro police spokesperson Annika Haaster told the newspaper.

As the man was lying defenceless on the ground, the women proceeded to pull off his trousers and underwear and molest him sexually before fleeing the scene.

According to police, the 50-year-old was not otherwise beaten or physically assaulted by the gang of five girls.

The victim told police that the girl who actually pulled down the bicycle was about 175 centimetres (5 feet, 7 inches) tall and had tattoos on her forearms.

Authorities are hoping that tips from the public can help them apprehend the suspects responsible for the bizarre attack.

"It's downright unusual for five girls [to do something like this]. Perhaps there are others who've had the same thing happen to them," Haaster told Aftonbladet.


David Landes (david.landes@thelocal.se/+46 8 656 6518)

Stolen From VELONEWS

Spanish hamlet honors an Armstrong first

By Andrew Hood
Posted Apr. 19, 2009
The small Spanish village of Antigüedad hardly even makes the map, but the 500 or so inhabitants have built a tongue-in-cheek monument marking the spot where the hamlet made worldwide headlines.

When Lance Armstrong crashed out of the first stage of the Vuelta a Castilla y León with a broken clavicle on March 23, the world’s attention turned to the innocuous, narrow stretch of road across the barren fields of northern Spain.

According to a report on the Spanish wires, locals in nearby Antigüedad have since placed an old, blue bicycle with mudguards and a wooden plaque marking the spot where Armstrong crashed.

The plaque reads, “La Clavícula de Armstrong,” or Armstrong’s collarbone.

Armstrong crashed in a pileup some 15km from the finish line of the first stage of the Castilla y León and was knocked off his bike onto the shoulder of the road.

The 37-year-old sat there for several minutes in obvious pain before being transported away by ambulance in what was the seven-time Tour de France winner’s first broken bone of his long racing career.

Armstrong had surgery back in the United States and has already resumed training. He confirmed last week to race officials that he will be at the start of the 2009 Giro d’Italia, which begins May 9 in Venice, Italy.

Sick of it

I'm starting to feel like this is the answer. @#$% it I have been riding in this garbage since November and it's March now. When will it end. It used to be fun, now it's starting to be a large pain in the ass. I am tired of things freezing, I am tired of all of the layers of wool. I want sun, I want warm, I want a gentle breeze out of the southwest. I could even deal with rain if it's over 60 degrees. Maybe Bowling For Soup said it best: "There's nothing wrong with Ohio except the snow and the rain".

I Know How She Feels

I know how she feels, It was about 3 in the afternoon and we had been hunting for rabbits in some really heavy cover all day. We had some really good chases and for the most part the dogs had all been running good. Maggie May, my oldest brother's youngest pup had decided she had had enough. She looked at this clump of frost covered weeds, turned around a cuople of times times and laid down. No amount of calling was going to get her going, neither was giving her dog biscuts. She sat up, ate one, then laid back down. It took putting her on a chain and leading her out of the woods to get her back to the van.

For me this is how the last week of riding has felt. 2 1/2 to 3 hour rides climbing hills in the wind. I am starting to long for spring. To be able to ride without all of the heavy clothes and the winter shoes. Today was a recovery day, an easy hour and a half. It did start raining about 10 minutes in and the wind was blowing pretty good, but all in all it was an enjoyable ride.

Flahute

"The type of rider who wins races where 125 riders start and one finishes—that’s a Flahute.

A Flahute thinks the Tour de France is just a bunch of long training rides. A real race is one where it’s pouring rain, it’s cold, the roads are treacherous, and the prize list is about the same as your 8-year-old neighbor’s allowance. When you’re a Flahute, that’s racing."

OK so I don't race but the point is the same.

Rolled out of bed this morning and listened to the wind howl. Thought to myself, it's blowing at 30 mph plus out there; there is no way that this would be a good day for a training ride. The wife calls from work and tells me one of the big trees at the corner is down, blown over in the storm last night. The TV is reporting flood warnings and how thousands are without power. Looks like a good day to spend inside, maybe ride rollers and spend the rest of the morning drinking too much coffee.

But no, at 8:15 the first text arrives: Flahute training ride today. No, it can't be...has Wangpig even looked outside? I try to tell him the wind is coming out of the west at 30 plus, but to no avail.

We roll out at a little after 9:30 for a 2 hour sufferfest into the wind. Legs feel good at the start but the bike feels off. Two hours of trying to figure it out, hill after hill into the wind.

Finally, we are at Wangpig's house readjusting the headset because I am starting to notice some nasty shudder every time I brake. Wow, you're getting another flat; it feels like you only have about 30 psi in this tire. Then and only then it dawns on me, I switched rims the other night and when I remounted the tire I never inflated it all the way, just enough to make sure I had not pinched the tube!