No post here today, but I wrote a review of my white person bare feet over on the Wilderness Voyaguers blog.

Here's a teaser:

Sexy, ain't it?

more of the stupid gnar check

The more I ride it around, the more I like it.

This bike is making me rethink what a commuter bike should be. Before I built this up, I was riding my Crosby with disc brakes, hope hubs, fenders and all the other wiz-bangs. It was good, but I really didn't need all that stuff. It took me 12 minutes to ride to class on the Crosby and it takes 15 on the Gnar Check v2.

Once I got to class on the Crosby, I had to spend the day clacking around in very un-fashionable spd shoes. Now I can wear my blue leopard print pumas whenever it strikes my fancy.


I don't have to worry about adjusting crap and making sure my discs don't rub. The bike is even less maintenance than a brakeless fixed gear.

On  a fixed gear, I always have to check the chain tension, but on the Gnar Check I could care less. If the chain wants to fall off, I'll let it. The coaster brake doesn't really work anyway.

Running Down the Ohiopyle

It looks like Shelmire and some other mystery man are going to challenge Dahn Powers and I at the 9 Hours of Cranky Monkey. I would be worried, but apparently he can't dismount a stationary trainer without snagging himself on a chain ring.


So I'm not worried.

In Colleen's last day of being here and not next to the Eye of Sauron, we went trail running in Ohiopyle on Great Gorge. The trail was covered in water from a thunderstorm that hit in the morning, but it was still a swell time.

I'm going to have to go running a few days a week this season. Maybe I'll even do an Xterra Tri. Tim Carson always told me there was big money in Xterras.

With all the rain and snow melt, the water was the highest I've ever seen it at Cucumber Falls.




Looks like the perfect place to slap a few Marcellus Shale drilling pads doesn't it?

Oh well. At least the waste water isn't radioactive or anything.