Recently I came across the following photo of a selection of tapes sitting on the floor belonging to one Pentabike Dave, and I noticed this little guy what has an arrow pointing to him;
This character’s name was Mitch, and when we were in high school he was regularly scrawled on notebooks, and hands, and walls, and on people’s cars with abandon. I’m not entirely sure who came up with him or why, but I was always happy to see his bored face with what I presumed was a lump of chew in his mouth offering me an equally bored greeting.
Likewise, I’m happy to share Mitch with the readership of this here bicycle douchebag weblog’s (same diff) audience today.
If Mitch had hands, we would be holding one another’s as we get into the meat of today’s effort.
Kicking things off, Billy emailed me with a request to post some stuff about a bicycle shirt.
Exciting times indeed;
“You headed to the fancy folks bike show? If so I will see you in NC, although I bet you are gonna spend the weekend in your union suit on the couch though.
Got a little piece I was hoping you could give a little air time. Chrome sponsors a ton of races, and the Coveted Jersey Program is pretty important to the company.
Well, time to go get wild in the south.“
Anyway, suffice to say I’m nowhere near Moscow, St. Louis, or Charlotte. For this year’s fiftieth annual or whatever handmade bicycle show I will instead be riding my bicycle, as opposed to looking at them. And talking about them. And taking pictures of them.
It’s not that I don’t care about the show and all of the wizbangery that will assuredly be on display, it’s just that I don’t care about the show and all of the wizbangery that will assuredly be on display.
In that regard, it’s like Burningman I guess. That is to say I kinda care, but not enough to invest any effort beyond lifting a finger to get there, and once I was I’d immediately want to not be there anymore.
Except for next year, when as I predicted previously, the show lands in BOISE, IDAHO;
In 2015, I will be there with both bells, and balls on.
Speaking of balls, Dayton sent me a form email containing art that doesn’t suck;
Witty comment, witty comment…
What I would give to see this guy’s process;
-Banal platitude, dirty joke, etc.
While I tend to not go for the fantasy stuff, I appreciate Simon Stålenhag’s juxtaposition of the future, the present and the past. Secondly, and most especially however, I do loves me a good landscape.
About fifteen or eighteen years ago I got into doing them, and when engaging in that process, I began looking at a lot of them, and because of these facts I can tell you with authority that they are real goddamned hard.
And through this experience, I certainly gained a newfound and unflinching respect for Bob Ross;
Say what you will about him- He was a total wingnut, made sofa art, had a sweet perm, or whatever, but he was an absolute master of his medium.
Just like Mr. Bart Wellens, who recently did appearings in a video I found on the internet and so, which taught me very good points for the cyclocrossings;
It all is the extra important information for me to be learning of.
Finally in closing, from Jeff of Maximo Supremo residents All City Bikecycles Company Incorporated I got the following video submission of the getdown they threw a couple of weeks ago in conjunction with the QBP Frostbike open house;
At which they debuted their new limited edition Macho King;
Image via Bike Rumor.
Get on it while you can, if you can.
I narrowly missed out on seeing this bike in the flesh, as well as the rest of their new line, as it was just the Thursday before all of this went down that I was offered a plane ticket to Minneapolis.
I looked at the temperatures there, and then I looked at the temperatures here, and then I kindly thanked my benefactor for their offer but graciously declined.