i typed my name into google image and this what came up. so dan dare it is then.

today was the great gville road race yall. i rolled on down around ten in the morning with full intentions to sign up and race that cat 5 fiasco. i get down and am chilling with the parents watching the masters grind their 3,000 dollar carbon wheels against the curbs when benJAMmin rolls up looking completly disgusted with something. turns out the entry fee after all the addons they make you get is right at $50. what!? this is for 25 minutes of riding guys. thats $2 a minute. two words, fuck that. i'll just keep my money thank you promotors, and way to be encouraging in getting new riders into your sport. i was thinking i might do some road races this year but at that price, i'll just stay home and ride around campus looking at girls tanning themselves. way better then staring at a dudes ass for 30 minutes of sprints. whatever, i'll be on the trails if you need me..

next weekend is the 12hrs of santos. this used to be a razorback classic, kind of an unoffical opener to the new season in the dirty dirty. we'll see how the new venue pans out. i might, might, be on at tentative team with gary yates, victor alber, some south florida cuban, and your truly. it would be a roaster of a squad and might even make some money. who knows though, i might have to work and run all my hopes and dreams. what would i do without racing? oh god please no, racing is my life, its all that matters.

oh wait thats not the case at all. it is fun though, and i like going fast and making motorcycle noises so i fit in well at them.

in other happenings, this sickness that i've been plagued with just won't go away, so im cutting all alchohol out of my system until i feel energised again. this make take a month, may take a week, i don't know. but its got to be done because im becoming (gasp!) a frat boy. party all the time, sleep in, drink everyday, wear flip flops. gotta cut that shit out. especially the flip flops, that shits for fairys.

song for the day- Anthem (we are the fire) by Trivium.

old school riffs in solid new hardcore. perfect. bump this in the ipod while riding and gain an extra couple mph's for free. shit yeah!

dano out.