I believe that cape possession may put me that much closer to eventually becomming this.

<--------Like that, yo.

My new bff: Threadbanger

I cannot begin to describe my joy at having found this glorious new best friend forever. Threadbanger knows my needs, talks to be when I'm low, teaches me things and is always encouraging. All I want is a cape, a damn cape. Why is that so hard. No I don't want a hood so I can look like a hobbit. I want a SUPERHERO cape. Climb on your bike, close your eyes and head down hill. WHAT IS MISSING? A DAMN CAPE!!! With the letter "A" bravely emblazoned on it so all will see my gloriousness. How do you get such an item you ask. You have to sew it yourself. You can do it, believe in yourself (enter Threadbanger). The machine will only sew over your finger if you put your finger in the path of the needle, you idiot. More to come.

Been a long time...Don't be sad readers. Your blogging bicycle buddy is always here for you. The question is, what type of rant, rave, rendering will you find after such a long abscense? I believe the topic of discussion today will be Christmas presents.

To give or not to give? That is a significant question in these troubling economic times. Are we poorer than last year? Those of us squarely in the middle class are feeling the burns, but we are also still creative, self sufficient beings prepared to throw down for a good gift for a good friend/sibling/parent/boss/deserving postal worker.

Does one family member get to decide for the group whether or not presents are given? It is a theme that is most comfortable only if adhered to by all members of the group. If a gift is given to one it stands to reason a gift will be given to all. Hasn't this been the standard to which all family events have been heald to since the dawn of time in some families? If there is a concern for cost, put a cap on the amount that can be spent. Decide on a number, contribute it and buy a group gift. Or if all else fails...don't give a gift to the person requesting the no gift Christmas, if they don't want them they don't get them. They also don't give of course, but it's one less person to shop for.

We as a nation under a great and mighty failing economy should be preparing for a sparse, but still joyful Christmas. Let's be realistic, how much more crap do any of us really need? That doesn't change the fact that I still want a damn garlic press for Christmas.

Roller skate basement, necessity or not?

As we search for the perfect home @#(*$& Scratch that, As we search for a home in our budget that isn't flea infested...one must ask the question "To roller skate, or not to roller skate." True many people use their basement for storage, perhaps a little laundry, maybe that's where they film their porn. I however raise my eyes to the sky and can clearly imagine strapping on a pair of skates and smoothly gliding over polished concrete floors swinging from support pole to support pole while listening to Donna Summer, Olivia Newton-John...you know the favorites. Is this truly a reasonable item to add to the must have list when purchasing real estate. This blogger says absolutely. You people looking for a new roof, solid foundation and enough bedrooms to house grandma are crazy. Where is your joy really going to come from? Rachel...did you ever really worry about broken bones and skinned knees when you were skating around in the basement without a care in the world...I think not. Bethany...do you remember roller blading around the parking garage in Crested Butte. David...do you remember Julie's birthday at the roller rink when you were the only one who could stay upright? People! I ask you again...how can you live without a roller skate basement? And for crying out load if your freaking house is going to cost $400,000 you ought to be getting something good out of it.

What A Feeling!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

To my devoted fellow mind bicyclists....I have been lifted to the next plain of conscientiousness by the glory that is the film Flashdance. Upon viewing last night I realized that my 10 year old brain was not really ready to absorb the subtle nuance and blatant innuendo writhing throughout this entire cinematic masterpiece. My 30 year old brain, however, you will be be happy to know totally got it. Ohhh....I see welder by day, burlesque dancer by night, rich, well connected boyfriend, living in a warehouse, ice skating best friend, one shoulder sweat shirts, tape for your feet, a wig for your stunt double and WHOOOOOO you have pure, goose bump inspiring genius. My mind bike has been transformed to an 80's ten speed for the event. I am speeding through Pittsburgh, I am going to confession, I am stripping in front of a strobe light. How is it possible that this has avoided the re-make fate that so many of our other examples of genius have fallen victim to? I'll tell you why....IT COULD NEVER BE DONE. It is perfect just the way it is. Sure the guy is sort of a sexual harasser/stalker at first, sure she slaps him around when she's mad, sure the ending is a strange halted still frame, but does it matter? "I can have it all now I'm dancing through my liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife!!!!!!!!!!!"

A thought for all you cyclists out there...

I have decided to use today's post time to speak to the dilemma of the relationship between long distance mind bicycle riding and Salmonella poisoning. Now some of you may know that "Salmonella is a genus of rod-shaped Gram-negative enterobacteria that causes typhoid fever, paratyphoid fever, and foodborne illness.[1] Salmonella species are motile and produce hydrogen sulfide." Thank you Wikipedia. For those of you who prefer a less technical definition and perhaps want to get down to the nitty gritty...think diarrhea forever. Perhaps you can see why at first blush one might not feel that the mind bike would be a good co-pilot to the Salmonella. Ahhh...now this particular sufferer begs to differ. What is the purpose of the mind bike if not to bring about change and take you to a place you and your mind have not gone before. What better way to do this then by laying your hot cheek to the cool tile of the bathroom floor while contemplating death as every last ounce of liquidy goodness propels itself out of your body through any available orafice. At that point in time your mind bicycle is poised and ready perhaps for religious peddaling in the form of the "Oh God take me now." Or maybe you are more inclined to wax philosophical with a little "I puke therefore I am." Pedal as hard as you like my dear readers because the road to recovery is a long one. True and complete recovery from our new friend Sal is not always timely or forthcoming. Perhaps a good jump start to a weight loss regimen if you are into that sort of thing. This plan is not endorsed by this typer, simply a reality of the affliction. Thoughts...

Welcome and get ready to Pedal

Bicycle Powered by Abigail dates back to a fine summer day when one Rachel Erin Gregg and one Abigail Virginia Martin ventured out into the world with the goal of sleeping under the stars. Little preparation and even less motivation inspired these two women, two dogs and a trunk full of little used camping gear to venture up a very steep, rocky slope. The slope was populated by slow moving vehicles and slower still bicycles. And so the vision of Abigail pedaling up the slope was born. Though the realization of this pedaling has yet to occur, the idea lives on. Welcome to the inside of my mind, watch me power up the mountain on my supercharged mind bike.