It’s tax season, and sosovelo has decided to do what everyone else in the America does: invent tax loopholes to completely skirt social responsibility! This year, we’re gonna make like Elron Ubbard and talk a bunch of ballyhoo about life-forces and volcanoes, then tie the whole shebang back to bicycling before we wrap it up and call it a religion. So that we NEVER AGAIN have use pay taxes or spend our hard earned money on any of those bullshit roads or firetrucks or other public services.
Today’s sermon? Faith …

I really blew it late last year, blogging wise. It’s almost like my river of sarcastic things to say about cycling ran dry. I was left with only earnest sentiments like “These fenders sure do keep the rain off.” And, “Gosh, nothing funny happened on that ride.” Earnest bloggers are boring. But boring or not, I’m not going to miss my first annual list of stuff that is not cool in 2010!
Guys peeing with one hand. This shit has got to stop. Yes, I know that holding your wiener with …

I’m not sure how it happened, but I seem to have forgotten that I have a website. I guess I hoped that if I just left it alone long enough, it would start writing itself. It didn’t. I probably would have left it for dead, but Sam made me co-pick the Movie Club movie this week. And only a jerk would help pick a movie and then not write about it. So here I am. Writing. About the 80’s classic schlock horror movie Re-Animator.
The only thing I remember about Re-Animator’s …

This weekend a bunch of bike racers went to Astoria. At the time it seemed like fun. But now that I’ve been reading the internet it sounds like it was mostly miserable, and I just remembered it wrong. For me, it comes down to this simple relaization: I’m happy to spend time with people who drink beer, but I think I’d rather spend less time with the people who talk about drinking beer. At some point, drinking beer should be a thing that you do, rather than a thing that …

It’s Tuesday, so I’m sure that both of you have already scoured the internet for all of the race reports and photos. Blah blah blah… a hill… blah blah blah… then everyone stopped for a little log… blah blah blah… horse poop… blah blah blah. Personally, I’m still reeling from the race last week, because Dawn got to meet Will Shortz and all I got to do was ride around in the dirt. Will Fucking Shortz. The puzzle master. It got me thinking that not-racing is maybe the best thing …