Ride Lugged

So let me cut in here and do what I do best…talk about myself. I reckon that I should spit out some unsolicited info here on who I am as a sorta foundation or perspective of the many annoying things to come from my furiously flying phalanges flicking opinions and views without a room into the void of server storage to be browsed by your digital interpreter…aka computer. My name as some of you may know me is Rob, but my true name is JINX…and I obsess and scheme and fill most of my lifes hours thinking about and riding bikes. Aside from my penis, it is the one pleasure giving constant in my life that I can say defines me to an extent of having an identity crisis when seperated for too long from bikes. I don’t ride lugged bikes or wear wool very much and I don’t own any knickers or even have the urge to do so…which at first made me wonder why I would even post words on this blog. But then I realized that my unconventional and sometimes original approach to cycling does have a common thread here. I don’t follow trends or even look thier way without months of skepticism and eye-rolling sighs of disgust….even if I end up buying into it eventually. I believe what I believe and am quick to offer up my often outspoken opinions. I try to only talk shit about shit I know. I know when to shut up and let the adults talk. I’m practical in my setups and even if it looks ghetto as hell, believe me, it’s dialed. I don’t fuck around with shitty parts because I ride bikes like thier tools and you won’t see me dressed up in a pro kit and clipless pedals and foofy lookin’ crap so I can parade around like I know what the hell is up. I ride platform pedals with Converse All-stars and will ride a wheelie on my Bianchi Volpe for miles…then have a can of beer and perhaps one of your cigarettes. I still ride BMX bikes and always will. I can bunnyhop as high as your toptube on a good day. I know famous people but couldn’t give a fuck about being famous myself… I much more interested in being infamous. I push my limits when I ride but I’m very calculated in my risks. I spent ten years playing and working and travelling between Oregon, Utah, Alaska, and Maui. I’ve seen waves higher than six story buildings, and hiked up a 4,000 foot mountain and snowboarded down, and talked to Mormons about heaven and hell and four wives, and lived in a eighteen foot long Cadillac Sedan De Ville and had foot and half long dreadlocks, and through it all I always had a bike and a skateboard with me…and a Bad Brains tape. I love music. I’ll play any instrument you give me and communicate with sound, although I prefer a bass these days. I spent six months sleeping in the back seat of my Cadillac listening to AM Jazz stations teaching myself to play the trumpet. I often play an acoustic guitar like a six string stand up bass. I can improv music like a spider spins a web. I don’t have a tattoo and never will. I am a Scorpio, you decide what that means. I can draw and am damn good at it. I like to balance rocks and leave them for unsuspecting people to discover.

I ride bikes.