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This Comes courtesy of my room mates, I have nothing left to say so view...

Craig's List Bonanza

First of all, to clarify the title of the post. Bonanza was recently the word of the day, as well as actually existing as a town in Colorado. So if you happened to be suckered into driving through the San Louis Valley, I highly recommend taking that detour if you are also, like me, of the persuasion that life is just too darn long.

Anyways, I just found this and thought I'd ridicule it for you.

Whole Foods-grass-fed yogurt- m4w (Cherry Creek) Denver, CO

"I was looking for the sour cream ... You sold me on the virtues of the umhomogenized yogurt ... Saw you in the checkout wearing your bike helmet but didn't get to ask... Would you be available for dinner sometime?"

The absurdity of basing a relationship on some's knowledge of the intrinsic negative side affects of transfats and hydrogenation when compared to the ickyness of a little bit of watery stuff on top of your yogurt if you didn't eat it yesterday made me think this was a joke, since I would consider such dairy banter normal and reasonable (but then again this blog was a coin flip away from being called climb bike bass 'n dairy farm). It seemed more unreasonable for this mystery girl to be so adamant about a product this lad wasn't looking for ("So I see your looking at chicken wings. Have you considered the difference between Texas prime rib and authentic Polish sausage?")

So I think the third sentence is the important one (although the ellipses lead me to believe this is an excerpt from a significantly longer treatise of his trip to the grocery store, so the third sentence here). Normally continuing to wear your bike helmet while you perform significantly un-bike-related things is considered nerdly. It gives me the impression that maybe you need to wear your bike helmet at all times (maybe this woman doesn't even own a bike). I also found it peculiar that he didn't notice her wearing a helmet during the conversation. So my belief is that she was wearing an inconspicuous hat-helmet and that initially Mr. Right assumed she was wearing a inconspicuous hat, one that you might not even take note that she was wearing a hat at all:

and from an alternate angle, it reminded him of that magazine add he saw.

Therefore, like anyone 'in the market,' he is trying to show how 'in' he is with bike culture to see how 'in' he can get with her.

As with all my posts, I hope that you can all learn a little something from this.

Lesson 1) sometimes dairy banter is purely educational

Lesson 2) always abridge your craigslist posts when necessary, but, unlike this poster, provide a link to the full essay in order that those who have excessive time (a very small minority of those browsing the missed connections section of craigslist) might be further enlightened.

Papa John, an American Godzilla

First of all when I logged on to velonews this morning I was roused by this photograph showing how hard professional cyclocross racers are willing to push themselves

Then I thought what makes people really push themselves and I quickly realized this was no simple race. This was the practical side of cyclocross... Yes, cyclocross riding is the most practical escape route when one is faced with a giant monster chasing you across grass, mud, and contrived obstacles. I believe, in reality, this photograph is about the last three survivors of the attack of the giant Papa John monster, which I can only assume has already consumed the majority of greater Portland.

looks kinda like this

While that is all fun and games (except for everyone living in Portland, for whom fun and games was an overly serious matter that contained no joy, and especially now that they were killed by a monster). I do intend to actually start posting this low grade crap again. Seriously.