Cones are For Losers

Cones are for losers.

Its Been a While...

Well guys (and I'm assuming girls as well, being that you are half of the population), I have left this blog for dead. Though, I guess it survived, inside of me, somehow. So, here goes...

I did lie, and I am sorry. I was in an odd place the past few months, between adapting to my life as a college kid, and other rough stuff, I've just been busy. I will review Best Coasts crazy for you after I finish my speech outline, so expect that today.

School has been good, I've been learning stuff. I'm not sure exactly what I'm learning, but I know its invigorating. The free New York Times on campus have been a godsend.

I SAW WAVVES. Yeah, I saw wavves. Forget anything negative I ever uttered. It was the best show of my life, Apache Drop-out got everything fired up, setting up on the floor. I'll be seeing them October second, and then Christmas Island went on after Apache drop-out and fucked shit up. They were amazing. Very great jangle/noise pop. Then Wavves went on, and the crowd went nuts. Moshing in a hot club in jeans and a flannel shirt was hell, but it was love.

I bought new tires!
I didn't see Knuckle Drager!
I'm looking forward to the Pile-up!
I'm looking forward to Christmas!
I can't wait to get my new front wheel finished!
I love.

Anyway, I've been hanging out with some cool folks, and plan on continuing this action.

Expect a record review in a couple of hours. I've also made a new header that I may use, I just need to get it back on my computer!

August.

Well. Let us see here. I did general maintenance on my harley this morning at about six A.m. essentially just airing up a tire, and filling the trans full of 60 weight.

The moment of truth.

I threw on my trusty Vans Sk8 Hi(I'm not looking for an endorsement, just a free pair of sneakers maybe) shoes, and went ridin'.

I shifted into first with a resounding clunk, let the clutch out. Vroom. I was off.

It was rapping pretty good when I shifted into second, and then third, and I got it into fourth. A few hot laps around my edition gave me the confidence I needed to throw the primary and derby covers on. Oh, and zip tie my tag on. hahah, zip ties.

I went to go get gas and ride home, and I did, and all went well. My bike runs! My bike rides!

Now, lets go on to me. I think I'm sick, or I've got serious allergies. I'm not too excited about this.

We'll, I'll probably be posting pretty much everyday on this thing as I listen to the new Best Coast record (tomorrows post) and read "Eating the Dinosaur" by klosterman (I'll keep you guys posted on this.)

Anyway, thanks for readin'.