CRY HAVOC! And Let Loose The Dogs Of War.
Another Tuesday, and another 20 mile group ride from the bike shop out to Perkins. More of the "The Red Dirt Peddlers" than usual decided to show up and play with us today. The fast group showed up for a change. The guys I have dubbed "The Dogs Of War." These guys only show up when the weather is nice, →
The Media Re-cycle!
Last week when I participated in "The Ride Of Silence" I took several dozen pictures and submitted them to the local newspaper. Unfortunately after a week passed with no response I just assumed they chose not to run it or not to inform me. Then today I got a call from Sarah telling me to check the newspaper out. Turns out →
Who Wants To Check Me For Ticks?
So after spending all night up stressing over the quality of my work, I neglected to find out if the newspaper even ran my photos from "The Ride Of Silence." Plus I am pretty sure that I wrote my phone number down incorrectly on the contact sheet I filled out. I also found out I missed a chance to be →
The Media Cycle.
Over 60 bicyclist from Stillwater and the surrounding areas came together for the annual, "Ride Of Silence." The yearly ride serves as a silent tribute for the riders who have been involved in vehicular accidents. I really enjoyed myself, it was different than any other ride I have ever been on. I was a lot more aware of small things I →
At Least I Had Batteries This Time.
So I got home expecting to upload all these cool pictures from today only to realize that I had left my memory card out of my camera. I thought I had pictures of the group of people that went on the weekly 20 mile ride from our bicycle shop, and pictures of my co-worker Anthony looking like a kid in a →
7 Days
It has been seven days since my last blog post here. I really hate letting StupidHurts go for that long without updates. Unfortunately I have not been motivated to write lately. Granted I never was a literary powerhouse, but it is nice to keep my site somewhat up to date. It has been tricky lately partially because of the Mono, →
Short And Simple
It is funny how the short simple trips rarely ever are. A friend of mine invited me out for a short 10-15 mile ride with her. I figured I would be home in time for dinner, so I quickly agreed. We saddled up and headed for the hills. In less than 5 miles we escaped the city and found our →
Atleast The Brakes Work
A bit back when I was working at the health fair trying to promote "ride your bicycle to work month," I was asked about several of the mountain bike trails in town. Unfortunately being a resolute roadie I could offer little more information about the trails then a few of the names. After my boss heard me recommend that a →
