May Use Full Lane.

For those of you who don't know by now, I've been involved with a distinguishing and elegant British man that goes by the name of Algar. He is not just a finished result of a production line but made in a very traditional environment - hand-made quality. With great skill and incredible patience which makes the frame distinctive and beautiful.

His name is Algar and he is English Steel that's made by Mercian. I've had my hands wrapped around this crafty purple and yellow beauty about a year ago now. Till this day I thank Burney for giving me, what is now my best friend on two wheels. All sanity would be at a complete lost if not for it, and saying that I adore it would simply be an understatement. So it's about time I put fourth some effort into my writings into the bicycling community & being fully aware of my rights, OUR rights at cyclist. What's the point of having such a love for something and not fully expressing it?

Before the shouting and aggressiveness towards vehicles, be aware. Learn, be active in your community. This is something I've tend to put off by other non-worthy distractions so it's time to buckle down and focus into the productive things in my life I love.

My heart melted this Friday like every last Friday of the month,it was that time.
Time for Mass.

It started when Miss Killworthy rolled into my place of business with a six pack of Dale's and Tupperware filled with these banana and bean baby's.

Our patience was running thin and blazing sun was causing us to grow weary, we had to get on the move!

Greeted warmly by the lovely Miss Funk, Ruth and Kevin, and the slowly but steady streaming cyclist painted in glitter and tacky beads. Yes, it was Mardi Gra's themed but sadly there was not a tit in sight! Although there were tons of hairy nipples in view, thanks gentlemen.

For those who are aware The City of Austin, via the help of the Center of Transportation Research, is conducting a research investigation of four new transportation devices to enhance safety for bicyclists. Out of the four propositions, May Use Full Lane is one of them.

Bicycles have the right to use the entire lane when traveling.

period.

This sign helps inform drivers of cyclists on the road, while reminding cyclists of their right to the road. Identify areas where this information can be most beneficial. So Kevin wanted to make this statement know with these beautiful screen prints to pass out free to fellow riders.

If your interested in wanting one of these babies, you can reach Kevin here. He pumps out his own tee's and you can find some of his things at Parts and Labour on South Congress soon. I've been wearing it with pride and can see the driver's eye darting me down, thanks Kevin.

We were graced with our own Philippe Petit, minus the twin towers and it being an inside job and all.

(photo credit/ Jose Ole's)

This was more in plain sight, on a banner string, and without the involvement of cops. No, no the cops involvement will come into play soon enough. But the sight of the "tight-rope walker" got everyone jazzed for what was next, Ride!

I wished more than anything that I had a keyboard at my finger tips because there is no possible way for me to bring back all the sincere words and experiences I had Friday night. So there is no point in me even trying to butcher it up, everyone who was there to share it will remember it very fondly.

From dodging cops by rolling down a one way, to witnessing a blue collar fifty year old turning beat red in the face yelling his disapproval of our actions. From chicken blizzards to ending it all with Miss Kill at Mugshots.

The weariness of my heart got drilled off and the Austin night sky was mine, I don't wish to take advantage of that anymore.

And believe me I won't.

If Jason really takes my suggestion into consideration then it looks like we are going grab our suits and throw on some sunblock, surf's up!

A time for silience...

And some much needed seclusion. I don't think it would be a very wise decision to spew out the venom at this moment. We all understand that there are stages we must go threw after the first sting; the identification, symptoms, treatment, healing, and prevention.

I think (or hope) I passed the foaming at the mouth stage and now settled into the recovery part which includes the treatment of Indian pale ale, too many cigarettes, and shying away from any to all social shenanigans because I just don't have the tolerance to try at this moment.

Looking into your eyes and lying about my progress brought me back the the venom stages, it spread and did the damage again.


I have four months to decided whether running away would be productive or sticking it out would be better in the long run.

Without the conversation or input of the best friend I once had but lost and the conversations that are carried on with the ones I have just don't seem to matter anymore.
It's going to be something to conquer and climb, I just hope I don't tumble down.



See you on the other side?

Goodbye Texas ?

I'm very impulsive, I'm that child in the family.
But the timing seems right.

Black History Month Celebration with Sounds!

May I present a collection of Artist that just don't go celebrated in just the month of February my friend. As long as my heart is beating, it's from the help from the following below.
Sit back and enjoy, the sounds of psychedelic,blues, funk, and soul.

give your ears a treat, and enjoy something real.


Sly & the Family Stone.

Charles Mingus-Flowers for a lady

John Lee Hooker- It serves my right to suffer

The Soul Clan- That's how it Feels

Sarah Vaughan- You're not the kind

Arthur Lee and Love- I'm with you

If you hate the smell of cookie dough, then we simply can not be friends.

Excuse me while I polish my pistol and give me a moment to grab my pen, or shall we say ahem... keyboard? I've jumped in line with the rest of the frantic herd and flocked on other to the other side of the web. It seems that they enjoy the incredible shade and the crystal clear water. They say it's amazing! I just hope that there is not branding involved this time because I'm trying to recover from the last one.

A tiny leap into to some sort of direction that could only be a bit more productive. As far as the structure or what I'm really trying to get out of this http is unknown. So why not keep it that way? If anything this seems like a graduation from silly observations from society to something a little bit more definite. Something you could show your grandchildren and prance threw and celebrate my words!
Or maybe, something to read when your tired of jerking off and or melting your eyes off with all the cuteness cuteoverload.com can give you.

So please feel free to waste your precocious seconds with my words, you'll kind of be glad that you did. I won't dare give too much away of who you will be reading from but let's just say it will be worth something...someday.

Tales of tunes, bicycle's, starvation, to the complexes of women crying when told they have "Big Boobies", tacos, and even tales of awkward run ins with ex sexual encounters at the grocery store. Disclaimer; to those of you that are in my daily life now is the time not to be shy for as you see you are only a character in the chapter of this time.

This is...
The saga of jenny.