I'm ferocious

my fixy

Here's my suicide bike. Its about 40lbs and I'm using a fixed-gear on a single speed hub, which means that there is nothing stopping the fixed gear from spinning off when I put back pressure on the pedals. It seems to be holding fine, but I am really cautious. Because the frame is so old I can't really add new components to it. I wanted to add a new seatpost, crank, and stem, but the dimensions are all old school so no parts really exist for them. I've taken it in to a couple of bike shops and I keep telling them that I want to keep building it as a project, but I am getting unanimous discouragement. Unfortunately, I am pretty much addicted to tinkering with the bike so I'll have to shop for a new frame for something to do over the winter.

Things you see living near a city

Driving to work today I saw:
(1) artsy-fartsy guy taking some sweet artsy action photos of a fire hydrant
(2) fat semi-comatose lady in motorized wheelchair with large flagpole at top speed right past him out of control, then careen off the sidewalk and into the busy street

For those traveling through Denver airport, the breakfast steak wrap at Steak Escape is not, and I emphasize NOT, a good way to start off the day. More like Steak Mistake...

Now, which is the more graceful hurdler?

Drunken hurdles

Brian, if you were wondering...