"For you."

On two wheels you ride.
One is your spirit, one is your style.

The sun seems to shine threw the city's abyss, Just to feel you.

Your fears and your troubles,
fall to the pavement behind you.

Worries and Pain chip away from your face
then your real beauty can breathe.

You become a Moth on a bike, riding toward life's flame.

With a Smile, You've hatched your embryonic
friends into a life of color.

For all your inspirations and sacrifices, karma promises you an eternal birthday.

You've found immortality in the minds of all you encounter.

Amnesia couldn't make me forget you.

Written: Joseph Gabriel Ramirez

(photo credit : chick on bikes)

Where mute memories start talking.

Self Liberation.
We must learn to detect and reject the old content of ourselves,
How else are we suppose to move forward when the past is dangle right in front of you?

What we all try to achieve and preserve in our self worth while we pedal threw the days and await our uncertain death is to achieve what makes us blissful.

Drifting and awaking from dreams with the taste of anticipation and confidence from the brand new day. Let me stop myself right here readers, this input is simply "bicycle purposes" but today...
Today I throw you a curve ball.
How unexpected and thrilling you must be thinking.
It's as though if I'm talking to you, yes you.
Especially you.


Instead of blistering words that make no-sense, I'm going to start installing a play list that should sum up the daily altering motions threw out these days.

This play list goes out to you, my Beautiful Marine.

"So, are you doing the July Meow Ride?"

He asked, as he gently placed Algar's front wheel on.

Has it come and gone so quickly already, zoom! How rapid the months seem to slip by but I do suppose the more time you spend on your bike the faster the weeks race by.

No complaints , this only means that I'm probably having too much fun and just how is that ever a bad thing?

With less than a month away it seems like only yesterday that I participated in the first
Alley Cat Race.


Time to get my claws ready and especially my preparation in which to prepare for a race
(minus the 4 hours of sleep and endless amount of coffee for breakfast)
Knowing from an outsiders perspective how god awful I looked during the whole thing it be foolish not to try a little bit harder this time. Though I might be out of luck this race Because Heather mentioned that some gambling would be involved at the check points SO it's no longer who's "The fastest" but yet who can rack up the most points. Anyone want to teach me how to deal? The after party will be at Fast Folks, 5 buck cover that will benefit
The Yellow Bike Project.

So come out Kittens, put on your cat ears and Party with Party Cat!

Now that I'm going to be representing "The Regulators" I have no choice but too,
Kevin get those patches and colors ready.

Speaking of getting on things, The Austin City Council
voted 6-0 to adopt the 2009 master bike plan. This was a great victory in the cycling community! Special thanks to who ever lead us there last week during the social ride to sign the petition.
"We do have a well written plan but now comes the hard part , ensuring all the plans actually gets done"
writes Elliot Mcfadden organizer of Austin Bike Plan petition.

Now to wait and see if our concerns and safety as commuters gets kicked into some kind of gear.
Until then...

MOUNT UP!

In case of a Tornado, Get on your bike.

I must have missed school the day they enforced the safety rules of a possible tornado,

my mother must be so proud. But I will admit, it was nice to feel like Helen Hunt for a second.

"The Rules"

1. Seek shelter under a sturdy table in the basement.

2. Look/Listen for large hail, heavy rain, strong winds, and frequent intense lighting.

3. Basements is best NEVER choose up stairs locations.

4.Stay Calm.

5. Protect head, chest, face to floor, hands behind head.


My interpretation of "The Rules"

1. Get on top of a down town parking garage with a large group of aluminum and steel bikes.

2. Look, listen at all the chaos wind provides then proceed to threating god to give you more!

3. Basement is the worst place to be, try a low level bar in the red river district.
No matter what the circumstances ALWAYS follow the free beer.

4. Scream and Shout in amusement and bliss while winds sweep your fragile body around the streets.

5. Stand in a puddle of water that's located near electric outlets.

Social riding never got any better, thanks to my banana pusher and pbr provider the funk I was in was lifted.
I love you boys ;)

What's the fun of playing the game if you choose to sit on the side lines?

Give me the taste of dirt, god damn-it!

Summer is shaping out to be the best with surprising events, and guest appearances.
If you don't have plans tonight may I suggest you join in and be part of The Bandit's Tales.

Drink their beer, and donate a few bones to fix their van!

Harlem, Cruddy, and Palit.
1300 Old 19th
Show starts at 7, ends at ten.



Ride On!

Que Lindo Sueño.

The day's of May just seemed to sweep away in a brilliant barbaric manner.
I some how ended up placed safely on the gentle clouds of June.
Giant's now leave batch room's empty and while blue eye's drove off in U-haul vans.

My Marine has made it home safe and thee old bandit is saving her coins to fly out of the U.S.

I apologize for my lack of typing the past month but
baby, I got a life to live!

Your doing just the same and I think you are doing it more then well.

More guitar rifts , spinning pedal's , and plenty of more hello's and goodbye's.
Plenty of seedy cafes and bars to sit in.
No more distractions from the passing by.

This should hold you over for now.
Come join me in the sun.

( Batch Giant and Blue Eyes, This play list goes out to you.)