Archive for May, 2008

grocery shop

Posted in Flow, Pedal with tags , , on May 30, 2008 by Pip

A few years back as a friend and I were grocery shopping we noticed a bag of peas in the make up isle. For some reason we found it funny..well it is kinda funny. Each time I shop I notice foods escaping to another isle maybe in hopes to be what they are not. The other day I saw an uncooked chicken in the water isle. I will admit I have been too lazy to walk to another isle and I might put chips in the popcorn section ( they are close to each other). But, a cold body of a chicken next to the Perrier makes you wonder..what other short cuts does this person take..and will the staff put it back in the its section like it never left (thank God I am vegan). So, let’s get back to the chicken he has already been crammed in a small crate, stuck on a truck, dismembered and wrapped up in plastic to sit in an open fridge for folks to decide, is it the chicken for them.  So the chicken is taking a trip in the cart and with in seconds he is sitting in the water isle.  Not only has this packaged bird had a nightmarish existence it has now been decided,” hmm, I want something better.”  I imagine his headless little body jumping up and running down the isle to plead his case as to why he is a great choice.  The more I think about it..we are all kinda that way-we try to make ourselves into what we believe we should be along the way we let someone else label us.  Once that label is established we hang with like labels ( other nude birds).  Then along comes this giant hand and it scoops us up and we are stoked to be taking another adventure…woohoo, we are going to have a big ol’ time.  Then, out of nowhere the wheels stop turning mumbling voices are heard and you end up with the water.  Wait this is not what I signed up for..I was supposed to become the best roasted chicken you ever had…and you sit with your drumstick legs crossed and you pout and wait for another giant hand to change your direction…… I guess we need to change our own direction..make the transition…being a roast chicken ain’t all that..being a pasty white headless bird..well, I guess we can be the best carcus we can be..Wow all that from a random grocery store story.  Let me know what you see next time you walk down the isles.

Gotta hop on my bike and teach a class..I am sure I’ll write more later

see through shorts..Lance Armstrong and cruisers

Posted in Flow with tags , , , on May 28, 2008 by Pip

I believe this might be one of the most random blogs I have written..alright that is total crap, but this is random.  Yesterday I went on a solo ride and without an ipod..yes, I listen to an iPod ( at least I didn’t say walkman or the CD players that have the 15 sec delay for going over bumps) but only in one ear.  Anyway, I went for a spin around the Booty Loop.  There were a  ton of folks riding so I ditched the listen to music idea.  I had the usual ride and met a few folks..after awhile I rode alone and actually enjoyed not having music ( I hate hearing myself breath)..I enjoyed being with my own thought and my own concerns with the world..I will take you through a few…1) Lance Armstrong is now dating Kate Hudson..why do I care..hmm, I really don’t yet an article I read (yes, I love crap gossip mags) it said how Kate is an cyclist who would have a lot in common with Lance. That means there are 4 year olds who would have alot in common with Lance.  hmm..naw I guess I really  don’t care 2)” I am soooo hungry if I were at home I would be..focus on riding and what you want to work on…I would be eating a bowl of cereal with soy milk..damn it, now all I can think about is” 3) why is it OK to wear see through shorts in public on a bike but not just cruising around.  Since I started my ride I have seen more cracks than a girl can handle ( maybe I should ride faster..granted I wasn’t working on that but for my own sanity I must) But, does that mean someone is having the same thought when I am in front of them.   4) Why is it OK to change in the middle of a parking lot when bike kits are involved. I am guilty of it and at times I have caught my foot in my short and had a full body spaz out in the hopes to keep my dignity ( never happens)..I lay in the parking lot like a I had been hit by a net gun

back to public half nakedness: I was born in the UK..I ran around on the beach nakies when I was a do most kids in the EU..Cycling is a well respected sport in Europe..maybe by relation it is OK to show your crack in public…

Naked on beach as kid + Europe+bikes= public crack sharing

next time I am listening to music.



queen of da slack

Posted in Pedal on May 23, 2008 by Pip

I am slack for my less than dependable blogging. I have been riding and I am teaching again. The best part – my photos are starting to sell. So I am writing to let you know I am alive and a better blog with photos will be up tomorrow…Those of you in Charlotte…check out my class tomorrow @ the Breathing Room (



Speed Week -Black Sheep Cartel Rocks the Pink

Posted in Pedal with tags , , , on May 8, 2008 by Pip

Speed week has come to an end. I can not tell ya’ll how much one week changed my life. The first road race I ever saw was the Tour DuPont in Blowing Rock NC. I was working at a bike shop and we were neutral support..basically I took photos and watched. It was the first year Lance was back..I will not forget how awesome it felt and sounded as the riders passed. Since then I had decided it must have been bc I was young and Lance was pretty damn cool. Until, the past week I went to the Spartanburg race too take pix and I arrived early to attempt my first crit. The only person I told was Ethan and he was sworn to secrecy. If you have read my last blog I am slowly getting back in shape. I personally need total humiliation to get my ass in gear. I was strong at the start and up the hill. I was attempting to stay strong as I watched every rider pass me. I did a lap and a half and I stopped. The usual thoughts of what do I tell people ran through my head ( tire blew, tire rolled,I fell, I cramped..I died)..I decided to try another approach..when people asked I said,” I gave up..I quit”. But, that one lap changed my life..I freakin loved it. The same night the guys raced and we had to introduce our two new riders to the other teams. Aldo and Vladimir are both from Slavinia and are bad ass riders. The entire race I was so stoked to watch Spencer ( my adopted little brother) race in his first Pro race..each lap I screamed for the guys like a loud soccer Mom ( with rebel yells). At the end of the race Aldo won..and everyone finished. It was crowded and I couldn’t even get to the barriers ( thank God for Yoga)..I slid under and around jumped the fence and tackled the guys. All while other teams are being professional and I am crying..I will write more in a bit. Gotta drop flyers off at bike shops…IF YOU ARE IN CHARLOTTE AND READING THIS: we are trying to collect old or new bike clothing,shoes and gear to be sent to a Serbian bike club who is in need. Email me with questions or drop them of at the shop.