Rhymes with ‘your hair smells like bologna’.

Occasionally I’m a do-it yourself kind of guy.
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Some time ago my homie Terry from Cat Eye set me up with one of their badass Strada wireless computers, which I had initially planned on putting on my new speed cycle, but opted to save it for a different bike;
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Problem was, it was yellow, and the only thing yellow matches is the whites of my eyes. To remedy the situation, I murdered it out with a rattle can, and took it out for some recon on Friday.
The recon in question was for the previously mentioned (possible) upcoming event. I needed to round out some final milages, which the computer was doing beautifully until I accidentally erased all of the pertinent data with my package.
“Why was your package all jammed up on the front of the bike?” would be the question a reasonable person would ask.
It was simply due to making contortions in order to jot down a few details mid-ride;
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Not that any of them made any sense to me one I returned home.
I think what this says is that the event will be somewhere between 25 and 35 miles, and around two hours long.
Why, that just sounds like a warm up for the likes of the honches in our midst, but as I said, I’m an arm chair hero.
I think this’ll work out just fine.
Though in general, perfectionism has never been a thing I’ve strived (strove? striven?) for. A good example of this pursuit of mediocrity is my brand new tall boy beer jacket;
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Keep your beer cold, and your disregard of the English language obvious
I’m reasonably sure that my English teacher mom is somewhere with her head buried in shame, but I could have said the same any number of times for any number of reasons.
Would you like to turn over the mail bag for a second?
Doesn’t matter. We’re gonna do it anyway.
From master builder Christopher Igleheart I got a heads up regarding another throwdown out Massachusetts way;
“Stevil
All us bike types are attending this 15th annual event in downtown Somerville at the bike valet parking Redbones BBQ. They close off the street & a bash his held with BBQ & beer. The raffle is Big.
Ant Bike Mike gives away one of his Basket Bikes. I donate a fork & stuff & Richard Fries commands a microphone. Lots O Prizes for all & a brass band. It raises funds for both MassBike & NEMBA.
Hope the attached poster is properly installed for your viewing pleasure;
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Take care
Igle”

Chris is good about keeping me in the loop regarding these sorts of things, and certainly if you happen to be in the area, mark your calendars and get out to partake.
Mike came through with a pretty badass example of art that doesn’t suck, which I will share with you now.
“Stevil,
I happened upon a Flickr photostream of artist Pedro Henrique Ferreira whose artwork gave me an eyegasm. Knowing your like of all things awesome I immediately thought of sharing this with you. I implore you to check it with little haste.
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Word.
~
Mike Douglas (not the talk show host, he’s dead)”

Holy cow, that’s a spicy meatball. I love art that doesn’t suck, but at the same time, as I’ve said before, it only serves to remind me how much mine generally does.
While my art may be sub par, one thing I know for sure is that I can at least spray paint the hell out of a bike computer.
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2 Responses to “Rhymes with ‘your hair smells like bologna’.”

  1. Devin May 31, 2011 at 6:36 am #

    TP has sent me one for the Road and one for the Dirt I love the simplicity of them

  2. ferd June 6, 2011 at 8:48 pm #

    shout out to redbones. used to live down the street. best bbq and bar in town.
    bike valet and everything