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Cyclecide Tour: Fake-Word Scrabble

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Sept. 23, 2004
Somewhere between Albequerque, NM and Durango, CO

It was raining buckets when we woke up, and a tin roof symphony clattered low and high on the bus, the bike pile on top of it, and the trailer out back.

Outside, everything was as grey as a dying heifer’s eyes, and we splooshed out the Shoo Shoo’s back door in a slip, bomber jacket, and some flip-flops to go find a place to pee. As we walked, our sandals flicked mud up onto our vintage periwinkle blue slip, leaving brown grease-spots all over our backside.

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Cyclecide Tour: Hobo Dilettante

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Sept. 17, 2004 (posted Sept. 22)
Some highway in Nebraska

We have not lived in a house of our own since over a year ago. We haven’t couch-surfed or mooched off anyone, either. We’ve just spent most of our time sleeping in things that roll, and otherwise exchanging work for beds on land. It’s been a fairly successful — at times stressful — experiment, a swap of money spent for time spent.

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Cyclecide Tour: We’re All Winners

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Sept. 20, 2004
Omaha, NE to Wichita, KS

Today we left our beautiful hotel in Omaha and drove to Kansas City so Jarico could deposit our Omaha Tour de Fat performance check in his account, since his deadbeat roomate didn’t cover his part of the rent on the Cyclecide headquarters.

We were headed to Santa Fe for a midweek show at the Warehouse 21 Youth Center before our Tour de Fat date this coming Saturday in Durango, but the show got re-booked for sometime in November on our way back West.
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Cyclecide Tour: Hey, Rube!

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Sept. 18, 2004
O-mooo-hoo-ha-ha-ha, Nebraska

As recently as a hundred years ago, most people in America lived and died without ever traveling farther than forty miles from their homes. In rural areas, folks were too busy and exhausted to figure out much in the way of entertainment beyond barn dances, church on Sunday, card games, moonshine-related hijinks, hunting, and listening to the radio.

Back in the era before television and movies, the average family was uneducated, simple-minded, and mono-cultured. The one time of the year regular folks ever encountered anything different, unusual, or foreign was when the circus rolled through town.

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Cyclecide Tour: Selections from the In-Flight Library

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Sept 16, 2004
Wyoming to Nebraska

(and by “library” we mean “cardboard box under the seat near the kitchen of the bus”)

This Is Burning Man – Brian Doherty
Steal This Book – Abbie Hoffman
Really the Blues – Mezz Mezzrow and Bernard Wolfe
Bushwhacked! – Molly Ivins
Hollywood Babylon – Kenneth Anger
Tesla … Man Out Of Time – Margaret Cheney
Lobotomy … Surviving the Ramones – Dee Dee Ramone
Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them – Al Franken
Hell’s Angels – Hunter S. Thompson
Maxim – Buncha Meatheads
Weekly World News – Buncha Like-Minded Shit-Starting Freaks
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Cyclecide Tour: bike rodeo clowns packed into a bus with tiny suitcases

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Sept. 15, 2004
Rawlins, Wyoming

It’s really hard to fit all your worldly possessions you’re going to need for the next two and a half months into one plastic crate.

Some people prefer to bring giant duffel bags on tour, most of which are shoved underneath the 7-by-10-foot bed area in the back of the Shoo Shoo, but with all the beer and other drinks that are spilled off the 2 RV tables in the middle of the bus on a regular basis, we’ve taken to putting all our stuff in plastic bins under the front bench.
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Cyclecide Tour: MacGyvering at Broke-Down Mountain

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Sept. 14, 2004
Elko, NV

After the requisite stock-up sesh at our favorite fireworks store on the planet, the Cyclecide bus pulled out of Battle Mountain in the afternoon to make our way to Wendover, or Wells, or somewhere on the far side of Nevada, by nightfall. Our goal was to wake up and then drive through Utah’s famous Bonneville Salt Flats (site of countless land-speed races and the Russ Meyer classic Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!) during the day so we could see ‘em.

Alas, not half an hour outside the Armpit of America, we heard a SNAP! and blue smoke started pouring out of the underside of the bus.
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Cyclecide Tour: Reno 9-11

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[Monday, Sept. 13, 2004: Begin embedded status as Cyclecide tour narrator.]

Yee haw, people. The Bike Rodeo is back on tour for the first time in almost a year. We’ve been invited to do the New Belgium Brewery Tour de Fat festival dates again, and then after that’s over we’re going to do another leg of club shows on our own. Two and a half months in all.

When we joined up with Cyclecide a couple years ago, we never imagined we’d have two documentaries under our belt, countless articles and picks-of-the-week, ‘rise of mutant bike culture’ articles out there, and even some national TV spots:
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