The Secret Diary of Rotten Todd, Aged 34 1/2 Take A Hike - I'm off to Connecticut February 27, 2003

Dear Diary: I've been given a tearful farewell at the library today. It seems the librarians had taken it for granted that they would be turning out the lights on me every night for years to come. It's quite touching, really. I thought I had become something of a coat rack to them. They are a sweet bunch, you know. You see diary, I've gone and got me a job. Unfortunately my new employment takes me to the, uhm, state of Connecticut, which is only just less obscure than Rhode Island. The Brass at BS is not happy. They've tried to sequester me for the last two weeks before my departure, trying to squeeze the last editorial drop from me. I've been quite busy of late working on the next big event - Buy Vietnam. It is shaping up to be huge. It's a good thing, Tome, that I have a thick skin. I have been charged with garnering sponsorship to support the Gala. My nose is raw from having so many industry doors shut on it. Where's the love? Of course, there has been time for a bit of the yee-haws. An impromptu TNR gathering at the Newburyport branch proved that size doesn't matter and karaoke only sounds good when you're drunk. We all slithered to the pub after din-din to take in the nights cover band. Clysdale lost the chugging contest but won my vote for American Idol. Never has Bon Jovi's "Dead or Alive" been sung with such verve. That yearly summer festival, about which many begin to obsess merely a day after its close, has appeared on the forum of late. Pedro's it seems, is on the collective minds of most at BS. The little demons responsible for last year's trials garden and 12' gap jump are at it again. This year's theme: Bigger! No doubt the box-truck-half-pipe will be a draw. There is speculation about who will take the honors in the thong and bra contests. And then there were 64... The 65 bikers that showed for the first BustedSpoke.com Mountain Bike Only Night at Rye Airfield were treated to an empty park and no other conveyances save two BMX that were given special reprieve. All but one walked out of the facility at the end of the evening. He had an unfortunate three-way fight with the wood bowl and his bike - the bike won. The bowl came second. Due to Clysdale's unwavering voyeuristic tendencies (let's not go there) I'm sure a video clip will make it onto the site soon. My move to the constitution state has opened new possibilities for this web site. I will be establishing the Hartford branch and plan to bring some of the same events south of the border. Clysdale and I spent the time required to down a few big beers to fantasize about my new digs. You see I'm thinkin' about puttin' the band back together. We both agree that I should start making bikes again. So far it's going very well. Design work is moving along great guns. So far we've decided they will have two wheels and a frame. Most inspiring.

Rotten and Clysdale Rotten shows off his nerdy side with this idea for Pedros

Rotten Articles of the past...
1 November 10, 2002 The Silly Season
2 December 4, 2002 A Drink With Something In It
3 January 22, 2003 Two Wheel Fetish - You scratch mine, I'll scratch yours

Who is Rotten Todd You Ask?

Hmmm...What do you say about a guy that really doesn't bring much to the party?

"Rotten" Todd Cary has been involved in the cycling industry for almost 20 years, if you count the meager wages earned at "sweat shops" disguised as bicycle retailers. A short lived pro career proved that 200 lb hockey players can, indeed, excel at criteriums. After announcing his retirement, to little fanfare, Mr. Cary set out to prove he could build a better mousetrap. However, upon disproving the age-old adage that, if successful, he'd be adorned with riches, he decided that real money was to be had producing high-end, custom, MTB racing frames. Dogma Bikes USA was acclaimed for being more successful than Schwinn, and Mr. Cary went on to sell the company in 1997 for a healthy profit of $7.38.

As an engineer, Todd has been involved in producing some of the world's greatest technologies including Boeing Aircraft, and artificial hearts. [Ed.: Gods help us.] Mr. Cary is a member of TNR, resides in Newburyport, MA, and shows undeniable grace while lawn-darting from teeter-totters.

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