Alright, there was a thread like this on mess and noise once, and it ruled. True Confessions right here. Usual rules apply - keep it free of sexism, racism, homophobia, libel, nasty bullshit.
If you would like to remain anonymous, PM your confession to me and i’ll run it through google translator a couple of times (so no one can pick your writing or spelling), then post it up under my name. You know, in quotation marks, so folks know it’s not me. If you’re worried about me knowing, well, that’s probably fair, but you know, kids tell me fucked up shit all the time, and I don’t tell anyone. You could also email me at xthenewtimerx at gmail dot com with some wacky email address you make up (biggie_n_tupac_4_eva?). No ulterior motives, and your confessions will not appear anywhere but FOA.
edit: also, no judging each other. if we’re posting it in here, chances are we already know it was a shitty thing to do.
So I’ll start.
Although I helped organize the first two series, and have commentated a number of the races, written a bunch of articles, been interviewed a heap of times, I have never once participated in a cyclocross race.
I don’t currently own a fixed gear bike, havn’t for about 4 months and don’t intend buying another in the near future due to needing spare monies for geared projects.
I get the feeling I may not be alone with this dirty little secret though.
Edit… Oh yeah , thanks for allowing me to get that off my chest Brendan. I feel cleaner now.
I’m vegan but I ate some leftover pork at the German club a couple of years ago. In my defense, it was destined for the bin, i was drunk, nobody else was going to touch it, plus the only things I had eaten that afternoon were a bowl of chips and some steamed vegetables.
I change my mind about what I want to do with my life every 10 minutes. I am the most indecisive and unmotivated person that I know, and I hate that about myself.
