<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24353437</id><updated>2011-07-28T11:57:29.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>radker</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190721193447941797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/Ss3fUoMpyGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/i8yHMShGsRg/S220/3984601471_2ca3415642.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24353437.post-2546071813652328354</id><published>2011-04-02T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T21:24:58.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sloth</title><content type='html'>Friday made me feel better about the world, finally the first ride without slush in about 2 weeks. The dichotomy of drawing motivation from riding in shitty weather so I can enjoy the longer days in the sun. I think if the weather was always good I wouldn't appreciate the beating I get from grapple, and being soaked thru from the road spray around my fenders. Being out for almost 4 and a half hours settled me, not only the legs but further up from there. Breaking a few dishes in the process but not crushing. The subtle humming in my legs is an alarm clock, waking up the lazy bones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24353437-2546071813652328354?l=radker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/feeds/2546071813652328354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24353437&amp;postID=2546071813652328354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/2546071813652328354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/2546071813652328354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/2011/04/sloth.html' title='Sloth'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190721193447941797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/Ss3fUoMpyGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/i8yHMShGsRg/S220/3984601471_2ca3415642.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24353437.post-6733898359268541421</id><published>2011-04-02T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T10:13:05.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8MwqveLfoo/TZVXrgcrt5I/AAAAAAAACY0/rkRg7S7tg5E/s1600/IMG_1576.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8MwqveLfoo/TZVXrgcrt5I/AAAAAAAACY0/rkRg7S7tg5E/s320/IMG_1576.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I missed the timing Thursday, I thought it was going to get worse, it didn't. Mid afternoon sun instead of more snow. Instead I skated and slid across the paved road to the plowed dirt road, all morning until I pulled the plug. The pedals and the snow worked in harmony, what I assumed was going to be shitty was better up higher, less sitting slush, more firm snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24353437-6733898359268541421?l=radker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/feeds/6733898359268541421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24353437&amp;postID=6733898359268541421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/6733898359268541421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/6733898359268541421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/2011/04/moist.html' title='Moist'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190721193447941797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/Ss3fUoMpyGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/i8yHMShGsRg/S220/3984601471_2ca3415642.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8MwqveLfoo/TZVXrgcrt5I/AAAAAAAACY0/rkRg7S7tg5E/s72-c/IMG_1576.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24353437.post-3833641448228021008</id><published>2010-05-19T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:46:16.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Totally spot on for today!&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seasonal_affective_disorder"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24353437-3833641448228021008?l=radker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/feeds/3833641448228021008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24353437&amp;postID=3833641448228021008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/3833641448228021008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/3833641448228021008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/2010/05/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190721193447941797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/Ss3fUoMpyGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/i8yHMShGsRg/S220/3984601471_2ca3415642.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24353437.post-8707696303109499895</id><published>2009-11-27T17:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T17:46:57.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit. Piss. More of both before the sky clears inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24353437-8707696303109499895?l=radker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/feeds/8707696303109499895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24353437&amp;postID=8707696303109499895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/8707696303109499895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/8707696303109499895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/2009/11/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190721193447941797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/Ss3fUoMpyGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/i8yHMShGsRg/S220/3984601471_2ca3415642.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24353437.post-2081949377975165903</id><published>2009-11-20T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:43:53.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trying to get out more for the head than the legs is challenging right now. Too many barriers, not the 40cm ones-those are easy! I want to get on the bike and go up-Loveland or Ute or Rist, I&amp;#39;d take anything I can get. To feel the vertical slide beneath my wheels, melt away my frozen distractions into a sweet pool of spring water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24353437-2081949377975165903?l=radker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/feeds/2081949377975165903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24353437&amp;postID=2081949377975165903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/2081949377975165903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/2081949377975165903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/2009/11/trying-to-get-out-more-for-head-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190721193447941797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/Ss3fUoMpyGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/i8yHMShGsRg/S220/3984601471_2ca3415642.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24353437.post-2698545246343358722</id><published>2009-10-22T20:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:54:11.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/SuEmVB62Q1I/AAAAAAAAB-0/CPnkM5JHWn4/s1600-h/photo-796070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/SuEmVB62Q1I/AAAAAAAAB-0/CPnkM5JHWn4/s320/photo-796070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395635971300934482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You know when you sit down to eat your nice gentrified "Mexican" burrito you try to relax and get through the rest of your day and the burrito place you have chosen to spend about $8 at decided it would be kitschy to play Mexican pop music. Well, that's not what I want for my American burrito experience. I prefer to have whatever other shit on the stereo they play. If I wanted Mexican pop music then wouldn't I go to a proper lard-using, questionable meat serving hole in the wall that serves &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=menudo"&gt;menudo&lt;/a&gt; on Tuesdays? I know I would. The concept of eating my pseudo Mexican food in an environment stretching toward authenticity unnerves me. Where do they think they are? The only thing whiter than the snow around here is the clientele, pathetic as that sounds who are they trying to fool? Again eat at a real Mexican place and roll the dice, I will next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24353437-2698545246343358722?l=radker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/feeds/2698545246343358722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24353437&amp;postID=2698545246343358722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/2698545246343358722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/2698545246343358722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-when-you-sit-down-to-eat-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190721193447941797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/Ss3fUoMpyGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/i8yHMShGsRg/S220/3984601471_2ca3415642.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/SuEmVB62Q1I/AAAAAAAAB-0/CPnkM5JHWn4/s72-c/photo-796070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24353437.post-8948069948872739446</id><published>2009-10-13T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T05:52:06.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interlocken</title><content type='html'>Totally different stuff this past weekend, grass, lower speed, cold, perfect classic cross weather. I managed to not F up the start and got clear pretty fast. Rolling around at about 85-90% allowed me to learn the Ridley's subtleties on another surface, getting the drift going on cement sidewalks and power-sapping grass, awesome! Icy patches and transitions from grass to cement caused trouble for a few, with a clear shot at each section the gap only grew. Crossing the line with about a minute in hand, and a mile wide smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24353437-8948069948872739446?l=radker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/feeds/8948069948872739446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24353437&amp;postID=8948069948872739446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/8948069948872739446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/8948069948872739446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/2009/10/interlocken.html' title='Interlocken'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190721193447941797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/Ss3fUoMpyGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/i8yHMShGsRg/S220/3984601471_2ca3415642.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24353437.post-4430245101422105822</id><published>2009-10-08T05:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T05:56:16.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross-First 2 weekends</title><content type='html'>4 races in the bag and 2 wins to show for it. it pissed me off a lot that I didn't get chance to win in Breck, I know at least that Legg-less beat me fair and square at Green Mountain #1. Not that Breck wasn't fair, the start was a total piece of shit and by the time I got near the front group I was in the bag. Serves me right for not starting racing a week earlier to get a better call up for that shit show start in Breck. The new bike and the body work well together and fast wheels only add mayo to the fries. Good things to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24353437-4430245101422105822?l=radker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/feeds/4430245101422105822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24353437&amp;postID=4430245101422105822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/4430245101422105822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/4430245101422105822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/2009/10/cross-first-2-weekends.html' title='Cross-First 2 weekends'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190721193447941797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/Ss3fUoMpyGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/i8yHMShGsRg/S220/3984601471_2ca3415642.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24353437.post-2706092069063812227</id><published>2008-12-07T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T05:06:45.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>Crystal clear as the Winter rolls in, I feel the good things, no negative ideas, walk up the hill to slide down. Ideally dry roads but that's unlikely up here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24353437-2706092069063812227?l=radker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/feeds/2706092069063812227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24353437&amp;postID=2706092069063812227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/2706092069063812227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/2706092069063812227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190721193447941797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/Ss3fUoMpyGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/i8yHMShGsRg/S220/3984601471_2ca3415642.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24353437.post-4460826493538732736</id><published>2008-06-10T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:32:20.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/SE7VYE_JIvI/AAAAAAAAA1s/KQMYftxrHgY/s1600-h/Circus.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/SE7VYE_JIvI/AAAAAAAAA1s/KQMYftxrHgY/s200/Circus.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210336428546401010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have never had an irrational fear of clowns, I always thought that was made up, why be afraid of clowns? I had a friend who, as an adult got a clown birthday cake from his mother, sort of a joke...I think, he threw it away, rude, I thought. I lack that sort of edgy fear of things, relatively well adjusted, relatively. Nothing to really push me over the edge, I feel ok about a lot of things, maybe even most things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span trebuchet=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24353437-4460826493538732736?l=radker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/feeds/4460826493538732736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24353437&amp;postID=4460826493538732736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/4460826493538732736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/4460826493538732736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/2008/06/clown.html' title='Clown'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190721193447941797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/Ss3fUoMpyGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/i8yHMShGsRg/S220/3984601471_2ca3415642.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/SE7VYE_JIvI/AAAAAAAAA1s/KQMYftxrHgY/s72-c/Circus.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24353437.post-6057354878669091956</id><published>2008-06-10T05:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T05:25:47.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 15.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The guy was looking right at me as he rode 4 across with his frat buddies, it took a definitive "Hey, DIPSHIT" (it was all I could think of at the time) he brushed my shoulder, I stayed upright, I don't know if he did. He looked at me and then went to looking up at the mountains again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24353437-6057354878669091956?l=radker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/feeds/6057354878669091956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24353437&amp;postID=6057354878669091956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/6057354878669091956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/6057354878669091956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/2008/06/stupid.html' title='Stupid'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190721193447941797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/Ss3fUoMpyGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/i8yHMShGsRg/S220/3984601471_2ca3415642.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24353437.post-5898828115592652110</id><published>2008-03-25T12:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T12:37:25.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.howtoavoidthebummerlife.com/weblog/archives/us_666_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.howtoavoidthebummerlife.com/weblog/archives/us_666_sign.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/timf/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24353437-5898828115592652110?l=radker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/feeds/5898828115592652110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24353437&amp;postID=5898828115592652110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/5898828115592652110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/5898828115592652110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190721193447941797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/Ss3fUoMpyGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/i8yHMShGsRg/S220/3984601471_2ca3415642.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24353437.post-116000305754776496</id><published>2006-10-04T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T16:04:17.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My call</title><content type='html'>Fuck it, I'll race what I want, I can't get carried away by what event I line up for. Better to be happy to be out there racing than the alternative...getting fat sitting around doing NOTHING. The race is good no matter what you do, it's cross for fuck's sake. The only discipline that really matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24353437-116000305754776496?l=radker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/feeds/116000305754776496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24353437&amp;postID=116000305754776496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/116000305754776496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/116000305754776496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-call.html' title='My call'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190721193447941797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/Ss3fUoMpyGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/i8yHMShGsRg/S220/3984601471_2ca3415642.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24353437.post-114901279537512100</id><published>2006-05-30T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T11:13:15.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fat bitch burger</title><content type='html'>last night i ate my first burger in 18 years, not that i wanted to wait 18 years to have another i just stopped in may of 1988, and didn't start again until last night. pretty good, while sitting there at the new burger place here in town a family walked in that my wife knew, a client of some sort i gathered and as i wasn't introduced i had an idea of who it was. i relayed the story on another blog back when it happened i found out that the woman who nearly killed me a year and a half ago was this tubby bitch who is afraid of me, kind of funny b/c she outweighs me by about 40 lbs. my wife didn't let her know who i was for a while b/c she knew what had happened and when she found out about the truth as to who i was she spouted off and declared her fear of me. funny, to me. i guess she's some sort of trustafarian who had lipo over the winter but i guess it didn't take b/c she's as big as ever now. justice in the world. she can't even look at me, terrified, all she needs to do is apologize and it's gone,  a simple "i'm sorry" and water under the bridge, not until though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24353437-114901279537512100?l=radker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/Ss3fUoMpyGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/i8yHMShGsRg/S220/3984601471_2ca3415642.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24353437.post-114312271363225976</id><published>2006-03-23T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T06:05:13.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a.m.</title><content type='html'>it had to happen, first one in two years, oddly i didn't swear, only an oh shit as i went down and picked myself up. usually the commute is a bit cleaner, i felt fast today but i knew that the dusting overnight would only cover the black ice from the sunny afternoon yesterday. little bit of road rash and a bruise but not too bad. more of drop than a slide across the ground. where i came off was tarmac, not ice, so i sort of stopped my momentum with my hip, calf and foot. today i'll go look for better ice skills out in the valley where i just need to deal with snow machines and nicotine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24353437-114312271363225976?l=radker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/feeds/114312271363225976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24353437&amp;postID=114312271363225976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/114312271363225976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/114312271363225976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/2006/03/am.html' title='a.m.'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190721193447941797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/Ss3fUoMpyGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/i8yHMShGsRg/S220/3984601471_2ca3415642.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24353437.post-114308688230476257</id><published>2006-03-22T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:25:56.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spring?</title><content type='html'>the first day of spring went past without much notice, better weather and it could have been a real holiday, the way it is in places that see spring earlier than may. rolling to work today had a better feel, the run this afternoon felt better than i thought it  would. i see the light at the end of the tunnel, koppenberg will hurt a lot but it must be better than the cold snowy riding i have done the last week and a half. &lt;br /&gt;i have been reading about scientology a lot lately and just can't get over the fact that beck is a scientologist, since i heard that i haven't been able to listen to his music. i started listening to him back in '93 or '94 with mellow gold, now i skip over the selection on the ipod without hesitating. it sucks, his music always made me smile and think, now it's wasted disk space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;link dump:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xenu.net/"&gt;operation clambake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scientology-lies.com/"&gt;lies lies lies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scientology-kills.org/"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24353437-114308688230476257?l=radker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/feeds/114308688230476257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24353437&amp;postID=114308688230476257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/114308688230476257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/114308688230476257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring.html' title='spring?'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190721193447941797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/Ss3fUoMpyGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/i8yHMShGsRg/S220/3984601471_2ca3415642.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24353437.post-114299945058511261</id><published>2006-03-21T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T19:50:50.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>evening</title><content type='html'>did the work on the rollers to keep the ghosts away for a night. haunting, the bike draws me out on the rollers or the snowy roads. not too easy to get out the door easier to sweat it out on the rolling drums. when it's only -8 C much better sweating inside watching the k's roll away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24353437-114299945058511261?l=radker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/feeds/114299945058511261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24353437&amp;postID=114299945058511261&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/114299945058511261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/114299945058511261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/2006/03/evening.html' title='evening'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190721193447941797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/Ss3fUoMpyGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/i8yHMShGsRg/S220/3984601471_2ca3415642.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24353437.post-114298773247949521</id><published>2006-03-21T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T16:35:32.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>less is more</title><content type='html'>a really good day today, i didn't leave the house once, except to wash the bike on the porch and take the trash out, i'll get on the rollers in a while. not a bad way to spend a day. i enjoy being a shut in, it works out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24353437-114298773247949521?l=radker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/feeds/114298773247949521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24353437&amp;postID=114298773247949521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/114298773247949521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/114298773247949521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/2006/03/less-is-more.html' title='less is more'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190721193447941797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/Ss3fUoMpyGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/i8yHMShGsRg/S220/3984601471_2ca3415642.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24353437.post-114286879073631357</id><published>2006-03-20T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T07:33:11.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>results</title><content type='html'>i found out a lot about winter riding yesterday, i like the idea of going out my door instead of sitting in the car for an hour to drop 1500 meters and ride in perpetual spring. it was much better doing 2 hours at home at 2700 meters + than 3-4 hours at 1600 meters. way better. here is the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4538/2524/1600/IMG_2018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4538/2524/320/IMG_2018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good work, not much hard pace, wished it could have been more of a coffee ride, but had to keep moving to avoid the chill. the beavers were hiding, probably due to the snow machines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24353437-114286879073631357?l=radker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/feeds/114286879073631357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24353437&amp;postID=114286879073631357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/114286879073631357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/114286879073631357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/2006/03/results.html' title='results'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190721193447941797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/Ss3fUoMpyGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/i8yHMShGsRg/S220/3984601471_2ca3415642.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24353437.post-114286679688000649</id><published>2006-03-20T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T06:59:56.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday</title><content type='html'>got out in the nice part of the day yesterday, dry roads until we hit the dirt road that was more of a mud and snowpacked affair. good stuff. riding with jeff who was geared made the work a bit more intense. riding out the valley was good, plenty of rednecks in the middle of the road on snow machines, heckling the guys on bicycles. i love the smell of white trash, fossil fuels and nicotine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24353437-114286679688000649?l=radker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/feeds/114286679688000649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24353437&amp;postID=114286679688000649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/114286679688000649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/114286679688000649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunday.html' title='sunday'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190721193447941797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vY3nvfHPtQ4/Ss3fUoMpyGI/AAAAAAAAB9s/i8yHMShGsRg/S220/3984601471_2ca3415642.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24353437.post-114279450497911747</id><published>2006-03-19T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T10:55:04.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>number1</title><content type='html'>i don't really have any odd fears, i try to avoid one if i feel it coming up. i don't dislike spiders, but most people have a knee-jerk reaction to kill whatever creepy-crawly comes across their path. poop or other such bodily excrements don't bother me that much either, what the hell it's just a by-product of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24353437-114279450497911747?l=radker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/feeds/114279450497911747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24353437&amp;postID=114279450497911747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/114279450497911747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24353437/posts/default/114279450497911747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radker.blogspot.com/2006/03/number1.html' title='number1'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16190721193447941797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' 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