Going fast to nowhere.

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While friends and strangers alike are out and about on bikecycle adventures, and allowing me to live vicariously through them via their various social media feeds, I finally have been given the green light to spend as much time riding in my basement as I like.

This has been a bit of a double edge sword, (and now that I type that particular phrase, I realize I’m not entirely sure what it means.)

While I’m thrilled beyond words to be able to ride a bike again, it’s not exactly riding a bike. The plus side is that I don’t have to wear a shirt, and I can listen to music and I can talk to myself as loudly as I want without getting strange looks from people around me which are like, three of my favorite things in the world.

Anyway, according to my physical therapist, apparently the graft they put into my leg is at a fairly vulnerable stage right now, and they don’t want me to risk say, getting tagged by a car for example, and popping it off. This is a thing that I too would like not to happen, as if I were have to go back into surgery at this point, I suspect my wife would leave me, and then I would do myself in shortly thereafter simply out of sheer madness.

So I will remain, sweating little puddles on the floor and filling my basement with the smells of failure, desperation, and chicken noodle soup.

If anyone would like to come by and jar some of that to take home with them, I’m more than happy to have the company.

In other news, I’ve been doing a fair amount of jibber jabbering about that Who Rides The Tiger record I just put out.

Luckily, Bill who fills the duty of throat and guitar in the band just got on the YouTubes and posted the additional track they recorded for the record, and if you’d like to get a taste of what kind of filth is contained on the newly minted slab, you can listen to it here;

This has been on regular rotation in my house for a couple of months, and all things being relative, I can’t help but love it more each time it plays.

Now that this record is out, the boys are scheduling a show here and there, the soonest one being down in Riverside on the 21st of next month;
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It’s gonna be noisy.

In news regarding other obsessions, but of a much fuzzier sort, KB, or as he was affectionately called in his Swobo days, 6’7″ made with the contact to let me know that his shop up there in Portland called Cat Six Cycles was recently adopted by as an appropriate a beast as I could conjure, given the shop’s name;
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Ernest Hemingway would be stoked.

I mean, seriously… Look at this little fellow;
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KB was hunting for a name for the little critter and I suggested ‘Charlie’ which for some reason seemed appropriate. Apparently KB thought so too, so it stuck. If you happen to be in or around PDX, swing by and give him a little chin scratch.

I’d bet that Charlie would like one as well.

Finally, as I’ve noted here and elsewhere, this weekend saw the reception NWVSF and I assembled for New York based photographer Anthony Tafuro, pictured here wearing my art opening glasses;
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It was a spectacular event populated by both roving bands of skater kids;
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-and gussied up grown ups alike;
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Photo courtesy Lowcard Rob.

It was a fantastic gathering of fantastic souls, and I want to thank everyone who came out for making the effort.

We have some pretty exciting events tentatively penciled in for the immediate, or potentially not so immediate future, all of which I’m looking forward to. As always, I’ll keep folks posted on any developments here.

Also, for anyone who might have interest, I have a short selection of the BA.KU.books left over from Saturday’s event available for purchase here;
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Besides being a Grade-A bag nerd, I also have long had a thing for high quality books, and this one checks all of my proverbial boxes. If you have a similar penchant, swoop sooner than later because once they’re gone, I won’t be getting any more in stock.

As long as we’re going fast to nowhere, we might as well have something enjoyable to look at for the ride.
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3 Responses to “Going fast to nowhere.”

  1. Gypsy July 27, 2015 at 6:53 am #

    Can’t. Freaking. Wait.

    That BA.KU. book is going to give me nightmares for a month, but it is totally going to be worth it.

  2. pilder July 27, 2015 at 8:34 am #

    I’ll take a big bowl of that chicken noodle soup.

  3. Scott aka TTG July 27, 2015 at 3:39 pm #

    For some reason I had a much more visceral reaction to chicken noodle soup than failure and desperation.

    Take care of your knee.