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A little late notice as the sale run until tomorrow night, February 1st, but it still gives you time to buy me sweet new threads, or better yet your own wife some.

Some of my personal favorites :

The Masher

The Argyle :

The Bird:

2008 MEN’S and WOMEN’S T-SHIRTS are just $12.
2008 MEN’S and WOMEN’S JERSEYS are just $40.
2009 MEN’S and WOMEN’S T-SHIRTS are just $16.
2009 MEN’S and WOMEN’S JERSEYS are just $65.

Other sweet deals include:
ALL BOTTLES for $4. SOCKS starting at $5. TWO PAIR for $9. ALL HATS for $12. THE HOODIE for $35.THE DELUXE JACKET for only $100.ALL THREE BAGS for just $100 each. WOOL JERSEYS for $125.
And other stuff you should definitely check out.

Boy was it foggy yesterday.  Thankfully I only had a two mile commute into the foggy morning as Kimberlee had an interview right down the street from work.  Someone needs to invent windshield wipers for glasses, as my glasses were the only thing that made me think “oh shit I REALLY can’t see” only to realize it was my glasses not the fog.

Speaking about riding.  My legs are actually sore today for turning over the fixed gear for the past three days.  I haven’t felt sore legs in many months due to the lack of riding and the gym.  Hopefully in the next couple weeks here I’ll nail down my schedule a bit better and be able to find time to ride.

Daily my commute takes me down 115 (Old Statesville Rd) from Mooresville to Davidson.  That’s a twice a day ride on this certain stretch of road.   Yesterday morning I smelled something that didn’t really need to be smelled – SKUNK.  Crap, did he just spray me? Am I about to get sprayed, crap crap crap.  15 feet down the road I see it.  A dead SKUNK on the road right in my path.  It’s striped carcass laid between the white line and the dirt hill, the 3 feet of pavement that was my riding path.  I quickly dodge the stinking bullet and kept on riding.   Thinking about what the person who ran over the SKUNK most of thought of.  “Oh fuck, this is going to hurt” or “Oh SKUNK, you stink.”

Last night while riding home I was quickly reminded of the stench as I rode through that section of my commute.  The most suprising is the smell kept lingering, and then got stronger again.  There was another SKUNK on the side of the road.  Thankfully it was out of my riding path this time.  

I guess Davidson, NC is full of SKUNK, who would of known?

Race Dos of the 2009 Short Track Series in the books.  It seemed to be a bit warmer this week, or maybe it was the fact my body wasn’t fighting off some cold/flu/nastiness.  I did my best to venture into the woods this week and cheer, take photos and roll around in the leaves.  The walking and woods added to my warmth I believe.  Doing my fair share of cheering for my team and hopefully encouraging those on the long grind up.

That's Sir Dick to you

One of the more enjoyable moments was watching the single speed class adorned with Team Dicky.  Watching the Sir Dick bang his head against his handlebars as he rode around in circles with this look of pain and Gollum look on his face.  “My precious moots, oh my precious…”  Could be heard through the woods if you listened closely.  Yes Sir Dick was infact loosing his mind as he chased behind the leaders.   Even the doubled up sleeveless jerseys couldn’t keep this cold heart warm.

After being motivated by a bunch of single speed riders yesterday I rode my fixie to the bus for the first time since making the switch back to fixed.  Quickly I remembered why for the longest time I only owned a Bianchi Pista.   The rhythm and response of a fixed gear is hard to explain but a beauty when you part of it.  Now I’m looking forward to my commute home tonight to get back on the bike!