Monday, June 13, 2011

New Convert

Since the Fascist Killer went to paint, I've been periodically having a small lament over the BKB IF getting demoted to second fiddling in my personal mtb collection. Last week, however, the obvious hit me. Convert it to a fixed gear. Mr. John Kohtz gifted me a fixed wheel two birthday's past and, while detractors abound, I enjoyed riding my previous fixed mtb while I had it. Seems like a good way to keep the IF in action, even if that action will be a bit diminished.

Of course, I couldn't let something as simple as swapping wheels be an easy task. I'm pretty sure I have the least amount of hand strength of any grown man in Nebraska, as I took about 15 minutes to remove tire and tube from one wheel so I could move it to another. It was a sad state of affairs and only reinforced why Johnny has commented that the only tool I should be handling in a shop is a rag.

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Friday, June 10, 2011

iOS Developer? We Need You

The good people at Silicon Prairie News helped us out by posting the following. Seems a bit silly not to post it here as well.

War Axe is currently looking for an iOS developer to assist with three utilities. Each application is geared toward simplifying a common challenge encountered by cyclists. If you are an entry level iOS developer that wants to build your experience and portfolio or an experience developer with a love of the sport and time for a side project, this may be right up your alley.

Please visit us at to see more about our company. Have an interest? Please send resumes and questions to

Wednesday, June 08, 2011

Deer Play Dead?

If you ride enough, you tend to end up with a variety of deer stories. They are just that prevalent. However, today's event caught me a bit off guard.

I was riding at a pretty firm tempo through Wilderness East of 14th Street, when I rounded a turn and found myself next to a mother deer and her two fawns. They bolted, I coasted but I had ended up mere feet from one of the fawns and was nearly overtaking it despite backing off the pedals. It took two more scrambled, gangly strides, then dropped directly on to the single track and froze.

I stopped a couple of feet behind it somewhat amazed by what had happened, then said, "It's alright little guy," in a soft voice. (You know, the 'I won't hurt you' voice from after school television.) He just sat there with his long legs akimbo under him, looking a lot like a giant brown spider with white polka dots.

After another beat or two, he hopped up and bounced into the woods. It occurred to me then that perhaps I should have gotten his picture, but it seemed like that was more than enough for the little guy. No photos, please.

Deer play dead. I had no idea.

Monday, June 06, 2011

New Website Launched

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