Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Good bye Surly Cross Check, Hello pain in the leg.


So this Monday I got hit by a car while riding home from work. Now, people who get hit and live to tell about it always say it is completely different when it's you getting hit. I tell you this, when you see your feet above your head as you land on top of a 2009 Subaru Outback XT, things are different.

One difference is that you apparently forget all about the all the rage you have from years of being cut off by all the Nancy no-turn signal and Greg "get on-the-sidewalk" types you encounter as you commute in a major metropolitan area. By all rights I should have a given it to her with both barrels. I should punched her car, or her; I should have berated her right there in front of all those witnesses. Instead, I got off her car, dusted myself off, looked at my bike and yelled "FUCK". My leg was throbbing, I was shaking with adrenaline. SHAKING. I had t sit and take five.

Now I was very reserved. I didn't even mention the fact that she had just turned INTO a lane of travel and broadsided a pedestrian who had the right of way. Another difference as I am one to bestow a middle finger upon any vehicle who endangers my life. This lady was different. Oh, yeah, she wasn't even looking when she hit me. SHE WAS LOOKING THE OTHER WAY. With a cell phone in her hand. I failed to bring that to her attention. I also failed to call the police, mainly because she was in serious hurry to get me away from the scene of the accident.

All she gave me was her phone number. No insurance info, no address, nothing. She didn't count on the fact that I work in a auto insurance claims office. She doesn't know who she's fucking with. Within a half hour on Tuesday, I had her address, insurance provider, ALL her insurance policies, her date of birth, and her social security number. Time to settle my damages.

So after work I call this lady to give her a chance to explain herself as to why she didn't give me her information. I called the only number she gave me. It rang. It rang some more. It rang about a minute and a half. Hrmm. Kind of impressive for an alleged cell phone number. So I took that as yet another dent in the custom built wheel.

I called her insurance provider, filled a claim, and gave them all the info I had; except a police report.

I have filed the proper insurance claims for my injuries and for the damage to my bike. I brought my bike to B Rose at Shockspital, where he took one look at the frame and told me it's totalled. The top tube and the down tube have bulged, which means that the impact actually made the tubes bubble out. the Fork is also bent by about 20 degrees. All in all a huge loss. That bike meant a lot to me. This lady took advantage of me. She avoided a reckless driving ticket, I lost a very respectable bike, I get a huge pain in the leg.

So yeah I guess things are different now. I now know that people do stupid things all of the time. I know that with enough money, you shouldn't have to be held accountable for making bad decisions. I know that I am not going let this slide.






Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Sarah Palin, Alaska's Answer to America's Funniest Home Videos

Exept this shit's for real and there are actually people out there who believe in what this lunatic says. The remaining Alaskanites who still have half a brain left to free thought should rally and petition for Sarah Palin to shut the fuck up already. Sarah Palin and Michele Bachman represent a hate culture we as Americans need to stamp out. They've had their time to ruin our world, it's time to grow up. Her scare tactics and fear mongering kind-of-sort-of-not worked during the last election, while she proved to the entire world what they've all been thinking and saying for a long time, Americans can be real dmb. Her take on Obama's healthcare plan is laughable. It's the kind of approach I would expect to her from a prepubescent teenager. SAD. SMALL. PATHETIC.

Before we all jump on board Sarah's hater-wagon, let's listen to what the English across the pond feel about their health care system. Guardian UK News, straight from the Limey's biscuit hole:


Oh, and then there's this going with a crushing blow to Palin's everything. Well put Keith, well put.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Introduction to my summer

Ok so I don't update this sucker as much as I should. This would be a problem but I don't have any followers yet. So I guess the three unlucky bastards who accidentally stumble upon this sinking ship are in for a sweet ride.

I am finally fully recovered from tour. It's only been a complete month, and I'm back into the every day grind that is my life of finding myself. Tour was great for me, it helped me remember why I started playing in bands. The shows we played were so intense, kids were practically head butting each other in the pit. The new material we've been working on went over really well, and it showed in merch sales.

The band I was lucky enough to tour with, In Defence played 15 shows in 12 days. All in all, I think it was at least 85 degrees every day, which to many would seem like typical summer weather, but when you factor in showering twice in two weeks, playing shows in damp, leaky, crusty punk infested basements, makes for one nasty dude stew. The shows were extremely intense, we toured with a band from Boston called, Disaster Strikes. These guys were really great to tour with. We all got along, drank beer together, and found swimming holes in god knows where Kansas. Here is a fine picture of the In Defence/Disaster Strikes/Cross Examination dude-a-mid.

This was taken in St. Luis at an abandoned school house/practice space/studio/venue. It was a great place to play as I fund out St. Luis has a great hardcore scene. We had a most excellent introduction by a guy named Blackstar who introduced as if we were the Blues Brothers, it was one of the coolest things to be apart of, ever. Plus we played with my favorite party thrash band, Cross Examination.

Tour was great a lot of things happened, Ben fell through a suspended ceiling that he was trying to climb in, the rest is a little hazy thanks to a guy in Des Moines named Nate Fetus.


FETUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!












Our last night with Disaster Strikes. Party on Wayne.













Tony and I were on a mission from God. A mission to try the shittiest local beer in every city. We won....or did we lose?










This is Tony stylin' his gnarly beard and flirting with a tall cool drink of something, STAG!












Ok so don't tell anyone, we love tacos. But Loopy was drunk and thought it would be hilarious to pose with the dually-pizza box ghetto blaster. Everyone makes mistakes. Everybody.



We are special.












Very special .