Ghoulie Boobies and some Pow Pow

To further learn ways of extorting money from gullible young men, topless women exhibit themselves with Ghoulies from the underworld...Yup..they got everything in Denver, CO even Triple X Haunted Houses...Mrs. Goat is working on getting a babysitter so we can go together. Ain't that sweet?!

You thought you were gonna see some boobies on this site...Move along Scumbag...and no Mr. Emperor I didn't steal your photo...


To question why I'm not riding right now is rather fruitless.

And yes, it was entertaining to my little girls to watch daddy jump over the 5 foot tall rail of our patio and bunny flop in 27 inches of snow. Note to self: make sure there is a pillowly base beneath...Concrete...even with 27 inches of fresh pow pow, makes for a hard landing....just sayin

A Clunker, A Cog, and a little Puckin

Whew! Its been a busy, stressful weekend. More stressful in just clunker shopping. Shopping is something I'm not very good at. I'd rather find it on the net, sitting within the comfort of my home but with cars you gotta get out and look. So much deceiving going on when your looking at a clunker in the price range I was. I did find my new trailhead cruiser, snowhill slusher though.

97 Ford Explorer XLT, 4x4, power everything, only 100,000 miles



Cash talks and the owner let her go for a few bullion less then what he was asking. The Goat hacienda is so happy to have 2 vehicles for the household again.

All that car shopping and making improvements to the Explorer with including flying sparks and a bit o Macgyverism meant no riding this weekend. Flucking sucks I know but its just the way of it. Cycle Analyst did call me on Saturday to let me know my 23 tooth Nexus cog was in for the Alfine. Lose a high gear , gain a low. As weak as my legs are this year, I need all the help I can get.



So to the final note of the day....Last night Ayla and I went to watch PBR's son's team, The Littleton Hawks win the Colorado Qualifier against the Aspen Leafs for the Quebec International Pee Wee Hockey Tournament. Good Luck in O Canada Little Guys!

The search for the Ultimate Beater

Trailhead Clunker, Snowhill Slusher....Car that is.

Should it be a Swedish Brick? VW Breadloaf, Vanagon, or Squareback? Or another piece of miscellaneous steel found within the dredges of Craigslust.

Over the past year my family has suffered with just one vehicle. Shipping a vehicle from North Carolina to Colorado meant $1800. One had to go...

See ya later truck



My 1st car...86 Plymouth Lazer Turbo....Paid $200, lasted 4 months and 2000 miles



The Goat on the left at 18 years young...what a fugg up! Pack of Camel non-filters in hand, cheesy pimp stash and mini mullet. It got worse before it got better...

Yes, that bad! Holy Christ, I was 21 when that picture was taken and lookin like I was a hippy going on 40.

The 2nd car...a 86 Chevy Caviler..paid $100, lasted 3 years for me...sold to a buddy for $200 who blew it up on a Coastal Carolina rural country road. Want a mansion, Look up Pamlico County, NC....approx...13,000 people as of the last census...Just be sure to make your retirement bucks before you do as there is none to be made there.



3rd car...not pictured...a 89 Eagle Talon...$1200...many miles...named the Dancing Monkey Car.....Death by White Pine...crushed in the roof

4th and most beloved...My 71' Super Beetle named June Bug. Paid 200 dollars for it, two weeks before my wedding day. Had to be towed to my home, a 60's era 10 x 60 ft mobile home...$110 rent a month and a roof over our heads. This beetle was 7 different colors, locked brakes, locked motor, water in the transaxle, rusted out floor pans, an electrical nightmare. Probably 800 hours of sweat equity from yours truly and $1300 dollars later and it looked like this and ran like a champ. Yeah, it still had a few quirks, still needed a paint job, wish I would of documented that process from start to end. You'd be awed! Rumor has it that June Bug is still seen driving the streets of Brevard, NC till this day.



As you can tell I'm not a flashy car driver. Just ain't my thing. My wife gets the fancy, safe n reliable car as she should. I miss my truck but that quirky little V Dub was a blast to drive. Dollars are few to spread but I got a few to give in cash for an old beast that may be worth less then my mountain bike.

Bergen Peak

It has been determined the best riding within 30 minutes of Denver lies 30 minutes west in the small town of Evergreen. I still don't quite understand why I don't ride up there more often or why I hadn't ridden Elk Meadows Park and Bergen Peak until yesterday.



Within that small park lies tons of buff singletrack, rocky and technical climbing and descending, singletrack that keeps you on your toes, even some good ol hike a biking and some killer views.



For the locals that wanna know I parked at Bergen Park> Pioneer Trail> Painters Pause>Meadow View> Down the rip roaring fun of Elk Ridge> Up Sleepy "S">Meadow View>Bergen Peak Trail>Bergen Peak>Down Too Long which was way to short> Back down Meadow View where I broke off to Squaw Pass Road and climbed up to Noble Meadow to view the Elk grazing at dusk.









Setting Sun as seen from atop Bergen Peak



Follow the Yellow Leaved Trail



Lots of Elk at the Noble Meadow

Cruising round the Neighborhood

Last night the boys headed off to Buffalo Creek for some quality ride time and a beer or two. Being tired of being in the vehicle all day long, just a portion of what my job as an Appliance Technician dictates, I opted for a local route of some 30ish miles.

Mostly the route was concrete bike paths but I also managed to find the Stone House trail and ride it into Bear Creek Lake Park. While most of the trails are smooth and buff, there is an occasional rock. Seeing that I just flatted on the buffed out Sandy Wash in Buffalo Creek on Sunday, it came no surprise when I glanced off trail for just a moment to take in the sight of two grand Mule Deer Bucks and I hit a rock that torn a 1/4 inch gash in my Maxxis Ignitor's sidewall.

I managed to patch the tire, throw in a tube and ride exactly 1/2 mile to the C-470 bike path where I picked up a piece of glass, gashed my tread and flatted again. Once again I patched the tire and made chase against the vehicles on C-470 to Green Mountain. The Big Green Hill was fast and flowy as usual and on a short climb I dropped the chain. Looking for trouble such as that which happened last time I dropped a chain , I found none but two lights did make chase.

Pretending to be the world class speed racer that I'm not, I took off and somehow dropped the two lights from behind. Feeling kinda sad that I lost two friends that I never knew I had, I waited at the Florida parking lot but the lights never arrived so I took off for home and a ice cream drumstick.

As for the 1000 gram tire for a rear tire that I spoke about. I decided to go mainstream and get a Deadly Nedly otherwise known as The Captain. 280 grams lighter then the 1000 G's I was shooting for but in the 2bliss, control version.

Hmmm..Honey Bee likes what he sees

Coming to a Goat in you...Colorado

Arriving in December...The baddest, darkest steel available

Dissent Fe....Spread the Sordid Wonder

POLLING..To sell or not to sell

Before I go into my quandary of what to sell or not to sell...you must see this

Below is a picture of trees in the town of Conifer...about 30 minutes from my place where it looked about the same



Literally 2 miles further west towards Pine Junction and the skies looked like this and the temps felt at least 20 degrees F warmer



My 20ish mile route to test out my newly oily bathed Alfine took me from FS543, all the way up to the Colorado Trail and eventually down the always fun, Sandy Wash....as it happens every time(it seems)that I ride Sandy Wash I get a flat. I'm just about ready to put a 1000 gram tire on that rear wheel.



So to the Polling side of things. My wife has a Soma Juice in the small size. We sold her beloved Electra Townie to buy it, thinking she'd do some mountain biking with me. In the past year since we've had it, she has been on it maybe 5 times. Now she is suggesting selling it.



Photo from Missus Goat's very 1st mountain bike ride on Ridgeline Trail in Dupont State Forest, North Carolina. Doesn't she look so happy?!

From her idea of things, she doesn't have the passion or love for mountain biking that I do and she'll never ride the kind of terrain that I do so she asks, "why do I need a mountain bike that is an overkill for the kind of riding that I like to do and that's if and when I do ride?" Then she suggests the epitome of what all decent bicycle riders find revolting," I can just get a Walmart bike."

My response...."Wha...no......ack" basically a Garfield disgusted with Odie response.

But, she does bring up a good point. However, I doubt the bike we buy her (should I accept the idea of selling her Soma) would be even close to a "Walmart bike".



I need some help folks. I am at a serious loss as to what to do.