Get That Red Lizard Off Me!

How in God's green earth is this stuff legal?
I'm off to more weird dreams. Let me kick start the humidifier. Thank God I got a flu shot!
w.b.z.n.

Greed

I have been riding quite a bit since August. Usually this means there is a race or event at the end of the rainbow. Not this time. This is about a period of time, when I was off the bike. I had cervical fusion neck surgery in April of last year. I couldn't exercise at all for four weeks. I spent the next six weeks on my stationary trainer. Ten weeks in, I was allowed to ride on the road. The second week of August, I was given the okay to ride in the woods. Before all this happened, I had the luxury of sitting in a recliner for eighteen days. Things like sleeping in bed, and not being awake at three in the morning, were out of reach. I thought about all the riding I missed when I was healthy. I made a promise to myself that wouldn't happen again.

Big Worm was my trainer for San Felasco this year, and we averaged six days a week. We rode in mud, light rain, whatever. We found ways to get the miles in. We had a few weeks of really bad weather and that made us adopt a new policy. If the sun was out, we were riding. You never know when the rain is coming.

I got a cold today. It's been coming on for a few days. Denial didn't stop the onset. I rode five days this week but, there were some lite days, and I took Tuesday and Friday off. My abusive inner monologue started in on me. I listened, for a time, then I remembered the recliner, Magnum P.I., Miami Vice, and the three a.m. T.V. schedule.

A little cold is not so bad. I had a good run of luck. I am going to try to settle in and enjoy the ride.

W.B. Zipper Neck

AHHHH!!! Doughnuts!!!

Big Worm has a training secret he would rather no one ever found out about. Last week he was seeing doughnuts everywhere. His dreams and waking hours were haunted by visions filled with cream, jelly and sprinkled with colors that only heaven could create. Like all visions of the night, the craving consumed him, and he caved to temptation. He added a slurpy, coffee, ice cream foamy to the twisted plan.

The transfomation was a painfull metamorphosis. The power of the pastry coursed though him, and the evil it possessed merged with the mortal. Try as he might to vomit forth the satanic blend, he could not. The grip of darkness was upon him and would not let him free. In the aftermath, he was more than human, more than doughnut, he was...... Evil Dough Man.

Last night I was the sad recipient of his wrath. I was lured out into the cold, black night. A small ride, with all the makings of a leasurely cruise, became the stuff of childhood nightmares. I watched in horror as he changed before me, ripped my leggs off, dipped them in a steaming cup of anguish, and ate them, not unlike the bear claws of his sick and demented dreams.

Cycling lowers it's head in defeat, as the Krispy Kream Empire raises it's demonic fist in victory.

W.B.Z.N.

Jishaaw!

That's the sound my Dad used to make when he sneezed. Judging from the look of my car, someone has put a yellow blanket on it or it is pollen season. Every year I forget, until the scurge is upon us. I am scrambling to get the Zirtec and Flownase. Poindexter and I will be hitting the inhaler for the next few months. Bloody Hell!

W.B.Z.N.

Check It Bu uh ddy

The Blog's have been getting kind of heavy lately, and I'm not just talking about the picture of Juancho. I know nothing makes my friends happier than pointing at me and laughing so .....here ya go kids. I am always willing to dive on a hand grenade, if it helps.

Oh yeah, that's a Fiero Gt. Yes, I am rockin a mullet that would make John Cougar pause. You bet, my jeans are rolled up tight on the Nike's. Black shirt, standard band issue. About six hours after this picture was taken I was at Bullwinkles holding a Budweiser over my head and singing "Fire Woman" by The Cult.

Tip your bartenders and waitresses, there workin hard for ya! We'll be here all week.....GOODNIGHT!

Juancho Won't Go

Yet another blurry picture from the evidence bin.

Jauncho threw himself on the ground and refused to move. I didn't let him watch Sponge Bob for a week.

Let that be a lesson to ya Mister!

w.b.

I'm Lame

You probabaly should stop reading this right now. It's going to be LAME! Lame I tell you!

I am a moody s.o.b.. In random mode, my ipod gave me Jackson Brown's "Late for the Sky". It's kind of foggy and gray this morning, the vibe was in effect.

Kenny Suarez was the drummer from Four In Legion when I moved to Tallahassee. He played with Gary Wright, Iron Butterfly and a long list of Jazz artists. He is one of the best drummers I have ever seen. His influence on me was profound. He called me last night after a ten year silience. He emailed me pictures of all that his life has become. I started sorting through pictures to send him, and as Jackson Brown dropped the lyrics, I reviewed the last decade. Pictures of a bike trip's to Dauset, San Felasco, and some of us being idiots here in town. My kids in Jacksonville on their first surf trip. Socialburn in a New York limo, and on a tour bus with Seether. The boys from Radio Bikini at the old Cab Stand. My wife and I have been together nineteen years this month. I have two cool kids. I have had a great life so far.

You know all this is just a b.s. excuse to put another cool picture of me on the header. This is a shot of me playing with socialburn at the Bay Civic Center two years ago. It was their last gig, they had just fired the drummer and asked me to fill in. I felt like a "Make a Wish" kid. We opened for R.E.O. Speedwagon (I know). There was about fifteen hundred people there when we played. I hadn't been on stage in eight years. I am feeling like I got more than my share today. I have always believed in taking a big slice, and I advize you to do the same!

W.B.Z.N.