Ladling out an assortment of varying correspondences.

After Monday’s purge of bottled messages, we’ve almost gotten on top of the pile. One more push, and we should pretty much have ‘er done.
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If I had any shirts with sleeves on them, this image would illustrate how I would be rolling them up in preparation to get to work.

First up, Ken comes along and sends us this earth stopping insight;

“Ahoy hoy from your second most literate bicycle parts distributor on the East Coast. Found this image the other day of what looks like a Zoncalon climbing Basso being followed by two young Italian men in the middle of a most vigorous hand-jobbing. Cheers!”
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Not only is the mid-body fist pump popular among male Italian bike race fans, but is also regularly displayed among those who enjoy Ju-Jitsu, like my friend Luke Stewart;
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Out of respect for Luke and his cronies, I would like to note that for obvious reasons, my ribbing is in good nature and in now way intended to inspire their wrath;
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It’s always good to surround yourself with a few friends who terrify you.

It keeps you honest.

Beyond lightly teasing people who could easily wrap me into a pretzel of misery with only the power of their minds, I also have some product type of stuff to review. For years I’ve carried my bike tools with me in a sorely abused first aide bag, and only recently swapped to a number Cory from Dank Bags sent me, so I was surprised that in only one week’s time I should come into possession of not one but two new tool bags. The first from the good people at Soulrun;
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The second being from Pushbike;
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Both bags work on the same premise, which is to open it up, jam your stuff in, close it and cinch up the strap. Soulrun’s obviously has a pocketed configuration so as to take out the guess work. They both are made of bomb proof Cordura (please note, I care for ‘bomb proof’ about as much as I do ‘pain cave’ but in this instance, it’s an appropriate description) and for their small sizes can take on surprising large loads. (Insert Jenna Jameson joke here.)

The Soulrun bag shown retails at $20.00 Amiuhkan, and the Pushbike bag will be $25.00. It seems as though the latter is not yet on the site, so if you’re interested, contact them directly.

In other news entirely, from the Drunk Cyclist this clip was poached, which for all intent and purposes has completely rewritten the rules of the game;

If anyone deserves to get NOBR AKES tattooed across his knuckles, it’s Zack Gerber.

Tony Blazejack has a sweet last name. He also made a cool video;

“Stevil,
As I typically prefer to roam under the bleachers of the blog where I can get away with much more, I was hesitant to send this email. However, a dream last night involving David Hasslehoff and a kangaroo got me thinking that this blog has officially invaded my psyche and thus was warranted.

You may have heard about a horrific incident a few months ago at one of our more-frequented riding spots here in sunny South Florida in which a cyclist was killed in a hit-and-run by a drunk, wannabe John Mayer. I happened to be hanging around during the making of the ghost bike, and put together a little film about it and the following memorial ride. (As a side note, he’s pleading not guilty to all charges and has his day in court Aug 2.)
After an unsuccessful bid to get it into this year’s BFF, I’m just trying to spread it across the limitless expanse of the internets and maybe get a few people to reflect upon what we face when we decide to ride. Unfortunately, this isn’t the first or the last time we’ll be seeing a ghost bike go up but perhaps we’ll get to a point in our lifetimes when we’re considered people first, then cyclists, and not have to congregate under such unthinkable circumstances.

If it strikes a chord, I sure wouldn’t mind if you mentioned it. Thanks for checkin it out.
Cheers,
tony blazejack

I appreciate Tony’s efforts with that clip, and I look forward to hearing what the outcome of that trial will be.
Back on the West Coast, the Bay Area is still reeling from San Francisco’s aforementioned hit and run rampage.
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Photo by Armand Emamdjomeh

From here, the saga only gets weirder.

When is the madness going to end?

The sad truth is that the answer to that query is ‘probably not for a long time’.
In closing, just a little bit more news from Patrick to make you frown;

“So last week, the owner of Philly’s premier courier company lost his 17 month old daughter in a house fire. His wife and one of his other daughters are still in critical condition two local hospitals. The Philadelphia Bike Messanger Association is going to hold a series of event fundraisers for the Norburg Family. Could you please post the link to the paypal account for Eric along with a link to the post that explains what is going on with the series? I would appreciate it.”

I can, and will. Here is one link, and here is the other link.
And here is the spot where donations can be made.

All of us here from the AHTBM are keeping Eric in our thoughts, and by ‘all of us’ I mean pretty much just me, cause that’s all there is. I hope that he is keeping his head and heart together through this horrible ordeal.

Finally in news of the industry, it goes without saying that Joe Parkin H.N.H. is just about the busiest guy in the biz these days, what with publishing his second book and taking the wheel over at BIKE Magazine and all. It seems that even with such a full plate, he still finds time to pursue his first love;

He is truly a man of many talents.
I hope you all have a fine mid week and with it, many mid-torso fist pumps.
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11 Responses to “Ladling out an assortment of varying correspondences.”

  1. Adam Myerson June 8, 2010 at 12:12 pm #

    Let me know how you like that bag. I was checking them out recently, and was thinking about asking them to make me a “double wide” version to go in my bike bag when traveling.

  2. Levi Johnston June 8, 2010 at 5:14 pm #

    No doubt the desire to leave a straight job is a good one, but how many gay bags does a person need? U-lock, bicycle tool, anal lube fanny packs are growing tiresome. At least the PJ Harvey-looking violin player stirs my loins. Perhaps his balls on my chin would sort of resemble an enlarged labia if I were drunk, thinking of Stevil, and listening to the the Skits Lickers.

  3. cvo June 8, 2010 at 5:47 pm #

    I love electric violin, and banjo.
    best bag to carry your tools in, other than a custom made ox scrotom coin purse, crown royal bag. ( it also functions as the most amazing toilet paper for the oddest moments, cuz you know, we drink a lot of beer. nuff said )

  4. Bluenoser June 8, 2010 at 8:29 pm #

    Lord suffering Scandinavians.
    -B

  5. pedalman June 9, 2010 at 8:46 am #

    Zach Gerber=rocky the flying squirrel

  6. ben June 9, 2010 at 11:55 am #

    That’s funny, I saw that guy last time I was in NY and as I ran past him, trying to avoid actually hearing what he was fiddling, I thought he looked kinda familiar.

  7. Paul June 9, 2010 at 7:29 pm #

    Arybody got their own kinda hand-down.

  8. pilderwasser June 9, 2010 at 10:01 pm #

    Hey Stevil, I’m having a keg in backyard on Saturday up in the 98122 you should stop by for 8 or 9 hours.

  9. Nick June 10, 2010 at 10:11 am #

    When’s the last time you performed a stunt? Jump the fax machine!

  10. Lanolin June 10, 2010 at 1:17 pm #

    That ghost bike memorial is such a great idea.

  11. meligrosa June 27, 2010 at 2:38 am #

    the saga will not be as media frenzy, but sadly continues.
    today i had a ton of fuckin idiots harras me on the road. from harleys thinking the bike lane (green paint included) means ‘ride your motorcycle here’ while honking at me.
    some skanky bitch j-walking tryin to steal my front blinkie while yelling ‘sf bikers are full of shit’ while dodging cars attempting to cream me on a right turn until they realize the street is a ‘one-way’ street the opposite way.
    happy fuckin pride. it attracts tremendous amounts of lunatic losers that roam like zombies.
    eeegh.