What a great way for incrimenating evidence for my eventual dismissal from LPS to occur.

I have no idea if the title is spelled correctly. For those of you who don't care enough to call or keep in touch with the junior member of this group I have become a math teacher, despite all of your negative influences. It is amazing that a young innocent boy working with you deliquent adults came out of the shop with no arrest record, or at a conviction on my history.

Mmm morning meat

I can't wait to wear shorts again! I really seem to be enjoying that breakfast sausage...

So a bike walks into a bar

Remember back in the day when we would drink alot? Ahhhhh...those were good times.

Anyway. Chunk, get your hand out of the cheeto bag. Dave, give a break to trying to figure out which place you'll talk about moving to next. Sean, hang up the Ultimate cleats for a few minutes. Hoffman...well...you have nothing but time these days.

So pretend someone gives you this bike...

And they're letting you "build it" anyway you want to. Sky's the limit here kids. We're not talking about rumaging around the shop for whatever spare parts are there. You could put a FSA Carbon drop bar, Brooks saddle, Thomson stem/seatpost, and a Fox Racing fork on this bike if you want...

What do you do?

Has anyone seen this man?

His name is Craig Fine. He's legally blind, wears headphones bigger than the ones Gary Coleman wore in the opening credits of "Diff'rent Strokes," and naturally gets his way around on two wheels.

Last time he went missing we thought he was dead until he rolled into the shop reeking of beer and stale piss at 10am.

When we asked him where he was, he responded, "Tennessee."

When we asked him what he was doing there, he responded, "Drinking the shine."

We haven't seen him since before Thanksgiving when he came in to get a new mirror installed on his handlebars (he's legally blind mind you). While at the shop he used the bathroom and missed the toilet while dropping a deuce.

We still haven't decided if that's better or worse than that time he made a big pile out back by the dumpster.

If any of you out there happen to see him. Please let me know. We miss him.

This is my first post!

Where am I? What is this "blog" you speak of? Do you unnerstand the words comin' outta my mouf?!!

Well this is pretty fuckin' weird...  I can barely access my own email, and now I'm supposed to contribute to a "blog".  I have no pictures, no ability to do any cool computer shit, so I guess I just better be extra witty - it's not working so far.  I guess I'll hafta resort to a lotta jokes about Sean's mom.  Now, am I supposed to sign my name?  Or does it automatically do that?  christopher

Spin Shoe Hell...

Funny I should get an invite to join up on BSB the very week, I started a column on Bicycle.net about the horrors of working in a bike shop.

The first installment is about the Al Bundy-esq indignity of selling shoes to stupid chicks.

Good times.

ABOUT F***IN TIME

Well, I started this project months ago and am finally feeling motivated to get'r rollin. Spring is just around the corner and to many of us that means so are our new bikes. I know I've got a couple in the works. So I invited a few of the old school bike shop boys to post here. Hopefully there'll be plenty of new photos, stories and encouragement (aka shit talkin') to entertain soon.

Bailey's and Bloodies

Just a couple more wonderful things that begin with the letter "B". How many can you name?

MMMM. Coors slushie.