Tuesday, May 12, 2009

I cause noise complaints.

Oh, how my delicate mind and drowsy dropping legs were pushed to their fullest capacity this weekend.
Now I can walk a little straighter without awkward wobbles and sounds of "ouch!".
On the ride to work this morning, thoughts bounced around in my head...


Now I can positively state, that there is no greater feeling than the one's pedals provide.
(Well, other then fantastic animalistic behavior's )
Saturday marked the very first female Alley Cat Race to happen in Austin and NONE of it would have gone so smoothly without Ms. Annie Gunkle
putting it all together! Thanks Annie!
As well as the following sponsors;

Car R Coffins

Black Star Bags

Girl. Bike. Dog.

Fast Folk Cyclery

The Peddler

Just to name a few for providing prizes and support, and special thanks from me to Maine Root
for supplying my parched mouth with all the lemon lime soda my heart desired! My preparation for the race was not very...well it was well planned out but the follow threw was a different story. What was suppose to be a good night's rest, a hearty breakfast, and quick jog before the event quickly turned into going to bed at five a.m & having American Spirits and black coffee instead. By any means avoid two men who want to acoustically cover a Teriyaky Boys song.
Needless to say I probably wasted any last fighting energy left in me, or so I thought.

Ms. Killiingsworth and I approached our 94 degrees destination and were warmly greeted with all the lovely faces that made it out. I can't fully express the feeling of pride seeing all those women ready to ride!
After signing in we received a brown paper bags with our spoke card, stickers, pink tire levers, and our manifest.

It was probably due to the fact that I was a space cadet and was not paying any attention to details that my route was completely a scattered mess.
So as soon as, "GO!" was pushed threw the megaphone...
(photo credit: mikesnackcat)

Off we went like three blind mice...
Or let me re-phrase that, Kayla and I were the blind folded one's.
Oh, how we ran.




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Just when you felt defeat breathing down your neck you'd approach a check point and the lovely men were there to greet us with silly request. After, naming all the milkshake Sandy's provides, sewing a button on your shirt, origami fortune telling (cheek kissing boys), eating a butterscotch candy with sweat dripping down your face, donut circles, duck shooting, and finally to running into the Capital to Sketch a portrait of this classy broad...


We lost a few ladies along the way, two ended up crashing (with no involvement of cars) one was sent to the hospital with chin stitches and the other wound up fracturing a metatarsal in her foot. Ouch, glad your healing up ladies. Another ended up heading to Barton Springs and Ms. Kill stuck it out but the Heat was proving to be extremely overwhelming for her.
It ended up rounding off to about sixteen miles over all, took me about an hour and thirty minutes to make it to the park and drown my self in lone stars and hugs.
The idea of it all was finishing, trying. Pushing yourself and never giving into defeat. It's easy to wave that white flag around and lay dead in your tracks.
I'd rather end up at the finish line with victory on my side!

Thanks dearly to all the lovely friend's with their kind word's of support, I love you jerks.
After downing a few brews and witnessing the side events
off for a few beer's with some good company
was next.
Till the stroke of midnight, off to the Pedestrian Bridge for the moonlight cruise.


This was my first and there is no way that I plan on missing any others. The whole ride in general was smoother than the one Mass provides, don't worry Mass I'm still going to ride you. It was nice to open and beer and not have enough time to drink it!
The sky, streets, and city was all ours.
We gained a piece of it in our hearts that night, and after having a conversation with Kevin Sunday night it was very possible that my rooster cawing was the cause of the noise complaint we received.
Sorry Austin Police Department, sometimes you need to hear how much fun we are having with our bicycles.

Still more events going on kids, grab your 2009 Bike Month Guide at your local business and keep up to date on the best day of them all...

"Get Free Tacos Cause You Ride A Bike Day!"
aka
National Bike To Work Day!

Or at least that's what I like to call it, be cool like "The King" and jump on a bike!
Also use a kid's head to sign autographs!

2 comments:

  1. Jenn it was totally our fault, but wasn't it beautiful!?!
    Anyway, giva a nigga a cal so we can get to work on some art shit. Yes, I'm in the middle of a breakup/move-out/work/studio space move/drinkling binge/insmonia (an apparent worry for more people than i thought- but, fuck, i've done better than marines in sleep deprivation tests (according to my research) so fuck 'em)/upcoming homelessness, but I will make time!
    let's get on it!
    cheers!
    ps, i love your blog!

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  2. You, know more well than anybody that brown women make too much noise. Especially when they are drinking Busch. Thanks for loving this salmon bike blog I like to call home. Kevin, your beyond a Marine. Let's make time, we really do need to get on it. I want to be waving that flag around at the next Mass. I got the beers, cheers!

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