Nick F

Nick Fruean

Born 1978 Year of the Horse

In Vineland NJ

Half Samoan

Attended Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts Major in Painting

Bike Tour Northern California – very pretty, awesome hilly riding 101 baby yea! Had the BOB trailer and panniers. You can deal with pain actively or passively. Stare at it head on, or close your eyes and imagine you’re somewhere else. I prefer the former, I need to curse the pain, be angry to keep going. I want to get to the top of Mt Tam as fast as I can, ‘cause I know how sweet the ride down will be. You will pass cars as you swerve down at close to 50 mph.

Some guy greets me with a knife instead of a handshake. Then we drink beer by the fire. Some guy is trying to get lost so he can write a great novel. We drink beer by the fire. This guy tells me how his dog run from standing at 30 yards and rip out another dog’s throat. His old lady in the tent he’s rolling cigs for her he roll like sixty cigs there. Some Native American there he gets real sick has to go out in the woods. I camp for free every night except once I had to pay a dollar.

Trip ends in San Fran, should have kept going

I watched the tar burn as it flowed from the spigot-

Bike Tour Montreal to NYC- Canada is like france, eh? Food sucks you call this pizza

I stayed at a campground where a toothless degenerate yelled things in French the bathroom looked like feral cats had TP’ed the place. My only advice: a tent AND a sleeping bag please! (had to buy one in Burlington VT)

There were innumerable dead frogs on the highway out of town it made me think of frogs legs from a culinary perspective (boneless chicken breast caught in my fender!)

Ny state is nice riding, very pleasant and quite scenic. Good wine, too.

I was in a band. We were called The Intergalactic Incense Burners. I sang and played conga drum. We were so friggin loud.

Pedal Co-op; what can I say? I’m always amazed at the seeming limitations overcome by the human body. In no fashion is this more severely tested than with what we do at the co-op. Passerby gawk at the incredulity of it all, and for many, it would literally be impossible to actually complete a run and then get up off the ground and come back for more. It takes a special breed to endure, only the gnarliest, craziest, ugliest, most beaten down can punch this clock week in and week out. I try to be nice when I see you out in the streets or behind a desk, but remember, “it’s hell out there, boys!”.