Every day is a party at The Black Market.

awesome party

And like any party, sometimes the guests overstay their welcome, which is exactly what I plan to do.
We’ve got a long one here for you, so might I recommend you get your coffee, and make yourselves comfortable?
Sit tight kids.. You can get back to saving the world in a minute.

In a recent email from Uma, the heart string puller was withdrawn from it’s sheath and given a hearty workout;

“This letter was sent to the Lions Bay School Principal’s office after the school had sponsored a luncheon for seniors.
An elderly lady received a new radio at the lunch as a door prize and was writing to say thank you.
This story is a credit to all humankind. Forward to anyone you know who might need a lift today.

Hawaiian night at the old folk's home

(Editor’s note- This isn’t the woman who wrote the letter. This is just what I imagined the woman in question to look like. But then again, I suppose that it might actually be the woman who wrote the letter. I have no idea.
Thank you for your time and consideration on this matter.)

“Dear Lions Bay School,
God bless you for the beautiful radio I won at your recent Senior Citizens luncheon.
I am 84 years old and live at the West Vancouver Home for the Aged.
All of my family has passed away, and I am all alone, and I want to thank you for the kindness shown to a forgotten old lady.
My roommate is 95 and has always had her own radio, but before I received one, she would never let me listen to hers, even when she was napping.
The other day her radio fell off the nightstand and broke into a lot of pieces. It was awful and she was in tears. She asked if she could listen to mine, and I told her to fuck off.
Thank you for that opportunity.

It’s the feel good hit of the year.

You know, I feel pretty damn lucky that despite my absence in the world of the web, I still have been able to maintain contact with a good number of the folks that I developed friendships with these last few years. Case in point? The one and only Bike Snob with a short and sweet notification and spy shot proving that the sun is still shining on the Right Coast;

“Sun bathing, Brooklyn style.”

unintentional photo of bicycle wheel

He’s a good cat, The Snob is, and as the sun sets on his current full time position as a consultant for the Bring It On series, I wish him the best of luck in all of his future endeavors.

In news of the world, Ray sent me this, and to that all I gotta say is damn;

walter perez on track

I’ll count my lucky stars when next on the road.

If you have traveled through my previous virtual domain at any point, you probably know that I have an uncanny magnetism for people’s unwanted possessions. I have too many of my own, let alone those that for some reason folks feel the need to send to me.

An excellent case in point was a recent care package I got from The Scout Master. I now present to you what arrived on my doorstep one warm, late summer day;
treasury of reels
potato chips salted
emergency food rations
stefania rubini
raising capital for dummies
6)- (Note the post-it)
life magazine mark twain
7)- (And what should I find on page 53.)
the famous mustache that was
brighter christmas
unicorns stickers
3-d cat cards
easy button
12)- (when you pull back the hammer, a fire comes out of the barrel. When you pull back in the trigger, you get shocked. Demonika didn’t like this one very much.)
cap gun
strunk white elements of style
14)- (Of course I saved the best for last. As The Scout Master wrote in a follow up email, “a man without a knife, is a man without a life.”)

gigantic knife

That’ll teach me to give folks my address.
The other day as I was buried underneath an extraordinary workload in the AHTBM office, I began thinking about stuff. Some of the stuff that I was thinking about was the standard fare, like Kinder Eggs, and the upcoming Interbike show, but there were other lingering thoughts. Like the impending production of AHTBM t-shirts, cycling caps, and that I would very much like to finally make a kit.

I am blessed to be surrounded by an array of profoundly gifted individuals when it comes to pulling off such a stunt, so as the time goes by, and of course depending on how the finances pan out, this is my next goal.
Now back when I was spending a ridiculous amount of time lined up at bike races next to my orange jump suited brethren, the dream I dared to dream was a flesh colored skin suit covered in horrific ‘blue spaghetti’ prison tattoos, complete with the perfectly shaded orbs of the butt cheeks, overgrown pubic hair and disfigured genitalia, ala GG Allin;

gg allen

And depending on who wanted one, I could get them made specifically per gender, of course.
But like many of my dreams, it has long sat on the back burner, and most likely will continue to do so until I find myself with a few hundred dollars to burn. Until then, a real-deal kit, with real-deal sponsors, and real-deal spanky graphics is what’s next in the queue.

Can I get an amen?

Have you been itching for a Friday Hero like I’ve been itching for Friday Hero?
Well, thanks to Frank I’ve got one here in spades;


Like Frank says- “seriously.. I just need to buck up.”

No doubt. Daniel just kinda puts it all into perspective.

The kids in the capital of Silicon Valley (that’s silicon as in computer silicon, not silicon as in San Fernando Valley silicon, by the way) have got their fingers in all kinds of pies, and have been throwing down like bananas;

fixie mobsters hellyer racing poster

Are the sex innuendos doing anything for you?

Anyway, if you’re in the neighborhood, and don’t fancy the bikes with brakes, have at it.
Now, really, at this point, all that’s left to say is Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.

Here is to hoping that you all have a fine Friday and an even finer weekend, but before I go, it is truly an honor for me to be able to congratulate Soulcraft Bicycles on their ten year anniversary which occurred on Wednesday and here is to hoping for at least another ten years more.
Should you find yourself in Vegas, now you know where to go;

sc flyer

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little skull

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11 Responses to “Every day is a party at The Black Market.”

  1. Nick September 4, 2009 at 5:45 am #

    The kid is inspiring. I know how hard it is to put pants on when you’re paralyzed, let alone walk with crutches. He’s riding a skateboard with them. Insane, someone give him some MONEY!!

  2. kit September 4, 2009 at 7:33 am #

    that kid is a god among men.

  3. HansInColorado September 4, 2009 at 7:51 am #

    I remember my first family road trip to Vegas we stopped at the Peppermill, and I was amazed to find they had dartboard-type urinal cake holders in the bathrooms. Wish I could make the launch.

  4. Mrs. Loudass September 4, 2009 at 8:17 am #

    Is it me or does GG Allin kinda look like Metallica J?

  5. Loudass, Esq. September 4, 2009 at 12:01 pm #

    The proper Viking quote is “A knifeless man is a lifeless man.”

  6. brado September 4, 2009 at 1:51 pm #

    Man my feelings are hurt i wasn’t invited to the pool party
    love the Vegas pic!

  7. brettok September 5, 2009 at 9:13 pm #

    There’s no way that kid could do kickflips and rail grinds if he was paralyzed from the “waste” down…

  8. Chrisb September 5, 2009 at 10:58 pm #

    Please tell me that the AHTBM office is somewhere close to Oakland?

  9. snombie September 9, 2009 at 2:54 pm #

    “She asked if she could listen to mine, and I told her to fuck off.”
    That Pumpkin Spice Latte looks like Picaso dripping down my computer screen…

  10. anonymous September 14, 2009 at 2:30 pm #

    What time at the peppermill? will any wig do?

  11. Stevil September 14, 2009 at 2:44 pm #

    For your edification, as well as for any others who are interested in making an appearance, I’m gonna go ahead and throw the hard start time of ‘party time’ for the event. As far as which style of wig would be appropriate, I went with a 16 dollar new one, cause anything cheaper than that will probably be used and assuredly give me (more) crabs.