I have a tight sack.

A tight mail sack, that is. Why, what were you thinking I was referring to?
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Without further hesitation, why don’t we jump headlong into said ‘sack’?
One of my favorite correspondednces recently comes from Zac, in which he describes the kind of interaction my soul desperately longs for;
“Stevil-
I was standing in a Ramada in lobby in San Diego last weekend wearing my AHTBM World Champ hat, and a woman told me that god blesses me always and that she is praying for me.
I figured the only reason she was saying this is because of the hat. Thought you would appreciate the exchange.
Cheers,
Zac”

If at any point I should question whether or not this path I’m on is the correct one for me, I needn’t look any further than that single exchange.
From master web logger Carlos Alberto Del CAstillo Cabeza De Vaca of Cycling Inquisition fame, I got a correspondence regarding last Friday’s ‘Music Minute’;
“Hey,
Saw your mention of Afghan Whigs, which reminded me of this:
I went to high school in Cincinnati, and a girl named Amanda in my school was being heavily courted by one of the dudes in the band, who was probably twice her age by then. can you really call it “courting” when the girl is half your age, or is it “luring”. whatever, let’s not get caught up in semantics. in any case, she once asked my girlfriend and i to accompany her on a date with him, because she was creeped out by him. i forget which guy it was. anyway, we sat there awkwardly in a suburban Ponderosa steak house for like an hour listening to his sweet lady-getting game. weird stuff.”

I’ve said it many times. If I could go back in time, I would have a sit down with my dad and my younger self. I would explain that it was imperative that I continue playing guitar, but not only that, I should take a second, and possibly third language, and finally I should also learn how to Salsa dance.
I would have hated my dad and my future me until I grew up and realized that the result of all of that hard work just quintupled my chances of getting laid.
Of course I made up for my lack of linguistic, dance and musical abilities by making a bunch of stuff and while it hasn’t made a marked difference in my love life, it’s guaranteed to make you at least 29% tougher, which is always an appealing quality to whomever it is you are trying to bed.
Case in point? Jon knows;
“Dearest Stevil,
I want to thank you for the comfort your socks afford. Rolling a tubular and crashing out of a crit caused me to misplace some of my skin but I smiled afterward knowing your socks made me look awesome, even in miserable failure.
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-Jon”

Besides, from what I hear, if you can’t get lucky in Chico, you can’t get lucky anywhere.
If mismatched socks worked for Mike Kluge, then by god, they will work for you;
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From Amanda, I received word of a forthcoming bicycle related athletic endeavor that is set to take place this weekend in Minneapolis West;
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It promises to be a good time. Any place Cheever, Captain Dave and DPow! are all present generally does.
Though none of the last few points have much to do with the making of babies, upon hearing of the new addition to the family Bike Snob, (pictured here at the recent Rapha Cycle Club event) I did something I’ve never done before.
I bought some baby clothes.
Now upon the little one’s arrival, he was too small to fit in said item of clothing, but as babies sometimes do, he has gotten bigger, and has now grown into his present;
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Along with accidentally soiling my pants recently, buying baby clothing is something I never thought I’d do, but I can now safely scratch both activities off my list.
Ascending deep from within today’s collection of detritus comes this advertisement for Atomic Cycles, though I can’t remember who sent it to me. Or when. Or to which address;

Paul’s got tens of bikes.
Now before I take my leave, I would like to publicly acknowledge that yesterday, Tuesday August the 24th was AHTBM’s one year anniversary.
What a crazy thing indeed.
I want to thank all of the good people who have supported me these last 12 months. I want to thank the advertisers, whose funding has helped keep my lights on, I want to thank Cobra Commander whose tireless efforts have made this website a reality, and I want to thank the committed readership, and the good people who have traded me their hard earned money for various bits of paraphernalia, for without you coming back here day after day, I would still be sitting in the corner talking to myself.
I am still amazed that I have been able to make a go of this, and never take for granted the fact that I have. It means a tremendous amount to me that all of you have been so incredibly supportive of this project, and I hope that this is the beginning of a new, and equally successful year.
Thank you for yesterday, and here is looking towards tomorrow.
The mail sack may be a little lighter, but my sack of gratitude is nearly bursting.
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13 Responses to “I have a tight sack.”

  1. April August 25, 2010 at 7:34 am #

    Love that Baby Snob photo!

  2. Tee August 25, 2010 at 7:51 am #

    Happy Anniversary Stevil and AHTBM!! Cheers!

  3. FunkyLaneO August 25, 2010 at 7:54 am #

    If you grew up in Southern California the Atomic Cycles commercial is way funnier to you.
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOCNphyw2OE

  4. Mike August 25, 2010 at 8:11 am #

    Sack of Gratitude was the name of my band in high school. Good memories… thanks.

  5. Chris Jensen August 25, 2010 at 8:24 am #

    a sack of gratitude is better than a suitcase of courage any day

  6. Jim August 25, 2010 at 8:43 am #

    >>>>>>I would explain that it was imperative that I continue playing guitar, but not only that, I should take a second, and possibly third language, and finally I should also learn how to Salsa dance. . . . [It would] quintupled my chances of getting laid.
    Don’t kid yourself. If your dad had forced you to do all that, you’d be a musically accomplished, multi-lingual salsa dancer who still has trouble getting laid. A great carpenter can build beautiful stuff with crummy tools, but you can’t turn a lousy carpenter into an artisan just by buying him a nice saw.
    Ps. I tried submitting this comment once and received the error notification, “your text is wrong.” I know it’s wrong, but if busting your chops is wrong, I don’t want to be right.

  7. reverend dick August 25, 2010 at 8:44 am #

    I like Paul. He gets it.

  8. 333 August 25, 2010 at 9:40 am #

    here’s to a few more years!

  9. Teamfubar August 25, 2010 at 3:21 pm #

    I thought Isaac Hayes was dead. Why is he accosting a postal employee with no shirt on?

  10. Newtron August 25, 2010 at 7:38 pm #

    The Kluge Victory Powerslide was freakin genius

  11. brett August 26, 2010 at 8:03 pm #

    Way to go on the year mark! Have enjoyed this site which has taken me to a new dimension of riding. No idea of the culture of bikes in your neck of the woods of CA until now, and I really like it. Much different than the bergen peak rides I like to take from time to time and I am no way as technical as yous on bikes! This site ROCKS!

  12. K-Dirt August 26, 2010 at 10:14 pm #

    Dammit, I do want hip, but I don’t have a sister and my Mom owns her house.

  13. clarky August 27, 2010 at 4:53 pm #

    It appears to me that your wrinkly, little coin purse is filling up quite nicely with nuggets of love.
    keep keepin’ on, my brotha from an alien motha.