Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice

Oh yeah...

Gots me a new rig: 29 inches of pure, colorful, chaotic hell.

It's a total freak bike. Got some huge, huge 29 x 2.4 tires, full 27-speed drivetrain compatibility, and even a custom pink paint job on the crank arms.

I named it Beetlejuice.



That's right I name my bikes. Beetlejuice joins Brutus, Karmina and SJ here at the Lazy S Ranch. I know I've got issues, but at least this bike did not sleep in the bed with me the first night I had it.

In other news, Milan-San Remo is finally here. The first spring classic of the year. Too bad Chrissmith is gonna be out of town. That lousy swine is the only person I know with cable. But evidently chasing senoritas around Argentina is more interesting than letting me crash his house, drink all his beer, and scream at his TV set like a boy-band groupie for the better part of an afternoon. How selfish of him.

Guess when I get my next bike built up, I'm not gonna let him ride it:




I'd also like to mention out that we at KOM have discovered a highly worthwhile blog. It strives to seamlessly integrate three greatest things in life into one elegant, concise package. Those three things are, of course, bikes, hot girls and hot girls who ride bikes. Despite the cheesey name--Doucheblog Cycling--this little corner of cyberspace is a treasure trove of delightful two-wheeled Betties and amusing bike-based banter. Check it out.

I'd love to write more. But let's face it, you really, really don't want me to type another word. And besides, it'll be karaoke night at Juanitas in a few short minutes. Gotta prime the old liver.