I fell straight on my ass

and in a matter of seconds, effected at least the next 1-2 months of my life, which effects the entire 'cross season. After a couple bushmills wheelies sounded good at the time. Now what? I guess I will have more time to reflect on how fucking retarded I am and the internet will have to hear about it.

We're heading out to vegas for interbike this monday. I guess now I won't be riding any fancy bikes, but there will be plenty of other things to drool over. Sram will be giving us a peek at the much anticipated "red" grouppo before the public and Chris King will be showing us something top secret; we'll spill it next week.

If I can, I will be catching whitest boy alive at this:

then a couple days after, seeing daft punk for like 27 bucks! (round two, we'll see how it works out) When Mike saw daft punk, he said it was life changing. Greg flew to france to see whitest boy alive and loved it. So this trip has the potential to try and match the amazing time had just two weeks ago. Can I please make traveling my full time occupation?