Oh Yea! Well, your mother’s a whore!

Yep.  In the days of  my childhood it was the vilest of retorts you could slam-jack on your buddies to s’plode any chance of a come back that could dig deeper than that put-down (as if we knew what it meant).

The other day, riding home from a meeting in Manhattan beach, those were the words that silently resonated in my brain as an insult to each car’s disrespectful driver’s glare as they passed and sneered as I rode the streets with three lanes in each direction but none for bikes, on PCH, during rush hour on my way home; take the lane or get slammed to the curb.   You’re fighting 3000lbs of metal in every direction, no domestiques leading you out or protecting your wheel from behind and you’re envisioning a car bumper jacking up your ass as you fight to control the lane and the respect is thin at best.  It was more vicious than a flat 4 corner crit where bumping through each turn is a passive tactic.

Manhattan Beach to Long Beach: 22 miles of commuting misery; no bike lanes the entire stretch on Pacific Coast Highway until you get to Ximeno in the hood.  They weren’t honking their horns but you could cut the tension with a machete.

Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you.

Beast AniMauX!

It’s a pavilion designed by a Dutch architectural firm for a client in China.

NL Architects: visit there site @ http://www.nlarchitects.nl/

MuyDrome AniMauXz!

These guys got game.  750 miles, 8 days, fix gear (riding in the rain; Rule #9 – straight up “bad ass”): I’m gonna go all the jack way and say they gotz chutzpah , (they’re out o’their fucking minds) and i be betting they’re good for chingasos .  You got any chingasos bitch or you just pussy for an Eazy Sunday Morning?

I think we should start doing El-Do circle jerk on fix gears.  Bring it.  Pumbaa’s a pussy. He’d never commit. Wanker.

(don’t listen to the audio. it’s more impressive without the monologue)

ándale pUes AnimAuXz!

Conundrum:  When there’s a special glory to life because your entire world is crank’focused on cycling and everything else comes second except for drinking, you’ve got a conundrum.

As a Quasi Race Boy you’ve got commitment to stay on the game, to keep the fitness level high so you’re ready to go to the chingasos and talk the órales when anyone wants to throw it down.  {Hey now; there’s some jack’d out domain names: VeloChingaso.com & CogÓrale.com.  Shit! How am I gonna get everyone to migrate to these new sites: both are vailable. Damn!}

Drink Nites are as follows:
Sunday: because Monday is recovery.
Monday: because Tuesday is a rest day.
Tuesday: Maybe you can drink on Tuesday nites if you can fake it well on Wednesday’s tempo ride.

After that you gotta stay clean unless your constitution can manage the turmoil.

Mucho borracho AnimauXz!

3-D metal printing makes digital photography look pÄsSé.

One of the April editions of The Economist magazine features a special technology section that talks about the 3rd Industrial revolution: producing products from digital design to production in a series of seamless steps without much labor (skilled) in between.

The video demonstrates an extreme example of the advantages of 3D printing.

Below is a more straight forward approach to 3D printing (from Road.cc):

The revolution is coming in many forms.

Tabula Rasa Animaux!

RoadBLock was in town to meet with Charlie Gandy and I jumped the gap to get me-self right into the middle to close the connection in the lattice of coincidence with the underground cycling cultural phenomenon WolfPack Hustle: RoadBlock is its founder.

The underground cycling community in the Greater Los Angeles area is a vibrant chasm and chokes out a rich social fabric for riders looking to jank they own selves directly into the spread. Je ne parle pas D’touring and racing clubs or advocacy groups.  These be creatures on the social edge, off the grid, with electric profiles, defining the culture of tomorrow, effecting the personal fabric and infrastructure of the urban experience,  just like the 60s Love Generation, they be bringing on the Revolution.

Pictured above with RoadBlock (on the left) is Jesse who just happened to ride down the L.A. River from the city and accompanied RoadBlock back to Los Angeles.

We had beers and talked about exciting event ideas as joint ventures to keep the SouthLand spun out and tripped in.

Closing the Gap to these vibrant networks of cycling culture is a dopamine, endorphin jackimaux just like you get from long hard bike ride.

Muy Dope’n-Dorph Animaux!

doping endorphins: It consists of two parts: endo- and -orphin; these are short forms of the words endogenous and morphine, intended to mean “a morphine-like substance originating from within the body.”

It was an unprecedented day of serendipitous events. The lattice of coincidence has been squeezed shut.

Get out your CogJoint tape measure to rule the gear inches we’ve got planned to excite the Southern California Cyclescape.

Muy Mysterious Animaux!

Huh?

Can you say Blast Wedge the Yums CogHead {FYI: that domain name is already taken} !

Just looking at this shit makes me wanna to go for a long ride just so I can snraf it down the headtube  {& I mean snarf’n in the spirit for which it was named: The Eddy (waffles), The Lance (crispy tarts) and The Bernie (gold cakes)}.

I’m crank-jacked for tasty treats and these look like something I can promote over and above Pygmy Scrots, Coke-a-Cola, Lays Potato Chips and Ding-Dongs {you know, the stuff that sustains champions on epic training jaunts} (and I ride just to consume that stuff guilt free.  I’ll have to wash it down with a Coke. I love Coke at the ride respite).

I gotta have it.  Visit the website and buy some product.  I’m gonna order some tonight.

As described (it’s poetic sweet) on MusetteBakery’s website:

The Eddy:
The waffle has a storied history in sports. From inspiring the first sole of a Nike shoe to the national food of cycling’s mecca, Belgium, it has been used as a pre-race/workout food for greats like Merckx and Boonen. Easily stowed in your back pocket, one bite and you might as well be on the sweet cobbles of Liege.

The Lance:
A throw-back to your youth, this crispy tart full of fresh preserves will make your legs feel young again.

The Bernie
Although they may conjure memories of Roosevelts and Rockefellers, these gold bars are a tribute to the Frenchman (Hinault) who wore the gold of the Maillot Jaune 5 times on the Champs-Élysées.

Mucho Delicioso Animaux!

The revolution seems so entrenched in today’s culture  it’s {almost} becoming part of everyday conversation [or argument because there are still jack-dicks intent on fighting for territory. bring it! ]. If you missed the front page of the SUNDAY LA Times click the photo below to read the article.

Blinded by a deep and long involvement in the cycling community it’s easy to lose track of the transformational dynamic that’s hacked into the culture.  After reading the article it hit me; cycling, in all its manifestations and innocence, is bringing on the revolution that will ultimately undermine the hegemony the automobile has enjoyed in its power to define the American urban landscape and shape it into a more liveable, community centric, environment.  It’s gonna be something like a bent out utopian ideal.  I believe in the automobile and it will continue to play a part in the scenario we call modern civilization, however, its time has come as a definitive force and the urban landscape can get on with becoming more human again {or has it ever been}.

Pista de tierra Animaux!

Drag Racing Single Speed Style.

The Wolfpack.Hustle Midnight Drag Race took place in the 2nd St. Tunnel in downtown Los Angeles in March 2007. The night was filled with surprises, not the least of which was LA Parking Enforcement blocking off both ends of the tunnel with flares and cones. LAPD showed up but didn’t even bother to question anyone.

Wolfpack.Hustle is a Los Angeles Phenomenon.  The kid (Edgar / 28 yrs) who won the single speed dog tags for the WolfPackHustle LA Marathon Crash Race(2012) is a Long Beach resident.  WolfPackHustle raced JetBlue from Burbank to Long Beach for the Carmeggedon Bike/Fly race (see http://www.cogjoint.com/index.php/2011/07/to-the-victors-go-the-spoils/).  The lattice of coincidence is becoming more and more intriguing and I gotta get jack-cranked closer to the essence of the connection.

Lattice d’COn Animaux!