Uncle Leon's bio

I had a few comments on my last post about Uncle Leon that were too dicey to be posted in the comment section. Many of the comments were directed towards Uncle Leon's sexual preference and one was directed towards what Uncle Leon would do to some of the "housewives of Spring Hill".

While the comments were well written and superbly accurate. Some were directed at "real people". In trying to follow policy here, I could not release those comments for public viewing. The comments were however, interesting and most probably accurate.

I can assure you that Uncle Leon is very real.

Someone asked IF Uncle Leon would be willing to relocate for a possible job opportunity? My honest opinion is that Leon is not employable. He might show up for a while, but Leon tends to march to his own beat.

Uncle Leon has done a stretch or three for various reasons. A couple of DUI's. And night hunting. He got pulled over for an illegal exhaust on his truck and the cops found some illegal substances in his ride.

At one point years ago Leon claimed that Evil Knievel was training him to be a daredevil. Of course, now that Evil endo'ed into the great snake-pit jump in the sky, training was cancelled.

Uncle Leon likes women. He loves cougar's. He considers himself to be somewhat of an authority on pleasing women. He is one of those guys that would try duke your wife is given the right circumstances.

He DOES have a mullet. He has had it as long as I can remember. He IS proud of it. He thinks people without mullet's put themselves at a disadvantage when attracting cougar's.

Uncle Leon has an odd way of inspiring people though. He is one of those guys that can talk you into doing things that you know you shouldn't be doing. Like this. And this.

I was looking forward to catching up with Uncle Leon on Thanksgiving and seeing what he has been up to. But Uncle Leon was strangely absent. I couldn't get much info as to his whereabouts.

I had to wait until the everyone was well lubricated to get the scoop. Word is Uncle Leon had recently been spending time on the outskirts of D-town immersing himself in the underground world of high stakes horseshoe tournaments. I remember hearing about this when I was a kid. Horseshoe throwin' in D-town is alot like these dogfighting circles you hear about. Lots of shady dudes and questionable conduct being exhibited.

So i'll do my best to track down Leon and keep you peeps updated.

Thanksgiving in D-town

Thought this picture from last Thanksgiving sums it up perfectly.

That's my grandmother spitting out her dentures after thinking the warm Pabst BR she just shotgunned was her diet sprite. I tried to tell her.

That is my uncle Leon with the elvis comb back giving me the evil eye. He is still trying to comprehend why Auntie Dot (in the fly-ass orange jumpsuit) is drinking Gibley's gin (straight) at 8:30 in the morning.

Uncle Leon likes diesel trucks and kine bud. He IS NOT currently employed. I think, however, he DID vote for Obama. He says the new President told him not to worry about paying on his mortgage anymore. That it would be all taken care of.

Thanksgiving is going to kick azz this year.

A flurry of thoughts

Riding mountain bikes in the cold is SO MUCH more fun than roadbikes in the cold....riding in the cold sucks when you forget full finger gloves....helmet mounted lights get heavy as hell after an hour or so of riding in the woods....selling bikes parts on bike forums is so much nicer (and easier) than having to give up a percentage to flea-bay....roadies have no problemo paying a premium for quality-used-road bike fluff....i had forgotten how much fun the buying process is when building a custom bike....custom paint on titanium is FUCKING EXPENSIVE....chris king now makes a GREEN bottom bracket that is a MUST HAVE....GREEN is my new favorite color....did you know that chris king makes a GREEN headset....I hear Somerville is nice this time of year....2 new bike shops have opened in the area, and YOU thought the economy was bad....sometimes less is more....I bet northeast kansas has record low temps in two weeks....or record high temps....I am not paying $40 for peanut oil to fry a turkey in next week....a bottle of 33 yr old Balvenie lives in southeast AL....if that is true, the deer are safe the morning after Thanksgiving....Harlan ain't scared....Dat Bike and Poon are scared....me thinks his new team made him stop blogging....nothing ever changes....nothing

JACKED

I can say this. I've got a WHOLE LOT more respect for the guys that run fully rigid these days.

I did a slightly longer than normal excursion, on a substantially rougher loop this past weekend.

Legs felt decent.

Lungs felt bad as usual.

What I didn't expect was the pounding I took. I have been more concerned with the lack of rear suspension and how that hammers my silly putty back.

What I came away with was how much more beat up my arms and shoulders were. To be honest, I have been running more tire pressure since my burp...buck...bang...bust ass session from a few weeks ago.

Oddly my back has been okay. Can't say why. Hopefully saddle time has helped.

So now I am wondering if I should slap a squish fork in TI-t-ss. I really hate to do this because the loop I rode this weekend had lots of ups and you can really grunt up those pitches quickly without suspension bob.

On the other hand, for a 6 or 12 hour event, I'm thinking that more plush over time trumps more speed at the cost of comfort.

Nice video

Check this out.





It is at the very end of the video but start paying attention at about the 8:14 mark.





http://vimeo.com/2070975

OWWWWWW.........

Turning man into machines

Is anyone else concerned about the way people communicate with each other these days?

Remember when people actually used home phones? Hell my own mother got rid of her home phone a year ago. Just uses her cell phone these days.

With the advent of the internet came e-mail. I, of course resisted e-mail in the work environment until someone convinced me that e-mail was secure and that Abdul across the street at the pack-n-sack was not reviewing my prices for the next big job.

Now you have myspace, facebook, and other various online messaging platforms to make it easier than ever to communicate with your peeps.

Of course now that text messaging has been with us for awhile, it is another form of anti-face to face communication.

While texting is convienient to let someone know you might be late at the trailhead or for letting your buddy know that his beloved Auburn team sux ballz.

Having said that, holding conversations while texting is a moronic way to exist.

I had a realtor try to negotiate a deal for me while texting. I've pulled some stupid ass moves in my day but if i'm shellin out major coin to buy some land, for god sakes CALL me......ok?

When reviewing my daughters cell phone bill I was NOT amazed to see that she had a total of 9 calls where she actually talked. I won't tell you how many text messages she performed.

I am the only person that get's annoyed when you go out to dinner and people sit there texting back and forth while trying to eat?

Hell, I know one person who argue's with you via texting. I got chewed out while driving down the road and I didn't SAY a word. It was the damnedest thing I had ever seen (or heard or read?).

So the next time you decide to to text sugarpants and let her know how much you miss her......try sacking up and calling......maybe she won't think your such a douchebag.