Limestone Rolling With Lemmy

CURSE YOU VILE PLUGGED UP Xb A/C, CURSE YOU!

Still no Xb. I continue to get my grandpa on with the bike rackless rental Toyota sedan. Frig. The B is supposed to be done in the a.m., but I won't hold my breath. To their credit they're drying out the interior, carpet and all that shit too, and I'm not paying a dime, so rock on Mr. Scion Mechanic Dude. Rock on.

I was still able to get a quick ride in this evening. Who knew you could fit a Dos Niner in the back of a Scion Xa hatch? She took it like a champ! From the outside I think the Dos Niner is bigger than the "A". Anyway, the ride... I just wanted something quick and to zone out, get the legs moving and ease back into my ride schedule so I can save something for Sunday's WVMBA Wayne Ultra.

So I loaded up the iPod with some newly acquired Motorhead and went to the rail trail to dodge snakes, shirtless old men on cruisers and the women who love them. Motorhead? Yeah, metal. Not sure what got into me. I think I've been hanging around Schmalzer too much.

Back in the late 80s, early 90s, I use to be the kind of guy that could listen to Morrissey and Iron Maiden in the same mix tape. Then I discovered how stupid most metal was. But in the past few weeks I realized that sometime I just want BIG, dumb rock. So I've been listening to a lot of big dumb indy rock and guitar rock like Dinosaur Jr., The White Stripes, Oasis, Eagles of Death Metal, and now Motorhead.

All Motorhead songs are basically the same fast beat, with Lemmy wailing on about cars, war, fighting, chicks, booze, and going fast. While I won't be dawning any leather wrist bands or torn acid washed nut hugging jeans anytime soon, I do have to say that the album Motorizer cooks. If fast big and dumb is what you want. It's got plenty. And that's a good thing.

So off I went with an iPod mix of Motorhead and a saddle full of my ass. It felt so good to spin the legs and put in some time. I only rode for 1:45, but the high cadence and constant pedaling really blew the funk out of my legs and my brain. I saw a couple snakes and rolled over one. Sorry snake. Better to run over you than that too tan, shirtless old dude with the white haired back that was coming at me. His body looked like beef jerkey covered in mold fuzz.

Gotta split. Got some words from the Hoo-Ha XXC that needs put together with a sweet pic that found its way to my e mail box today. Thanks JR.

Later.