In regards to Saturday’s video, I received a whole array of responses ranging from heart felt thanks to “you ruined my whole weekend”.
One of the communications that expressed dismay was from The Gnome, to which I responded
“I guess everybody has their own kind of closure. I was just taken with the fact that this guy was at one time a bad man. Someone who did a big stretch, yet was finally able to be shown that somebody loved him unconditionally and it changed him for the better. As he put it, Oden was put on the earth to do a job and to help fix him, and that’s what he did. I thought it was brilliant and heart breaking and above all, a great reminder that we have tens of thousands of encounters in the life, and you never know which one is going to have that profound effect on you.”
I don’t regret posting the video, but I think I regret that anyone would have hard feelings about the fact that I did, let alone that it was ever made.
The death of a loved one is an endlessly fascinating thing to me in that I feel as though I have to process those types of thoughts for when I have to contend with it myself. Of course there is nothing that can truly prepare you for that inevitable day, but if I can always keep in mind that above the hurt, and above the profound feelings of loss is simply that I was extraordinarily lucky to have had the being in question’s presence in my life, and hopefully because of that presence, ended up becoming a better human being for it.
Someone, somewhere is crafting the standard “you should stick to bikes” email, so I suppose I will now take that cue and get back to it.
Like, for instance this clip that was sent to me from Hurl Inc.;
I can relate.
Due to my previously mention physical incapacitation, aside from watching other folks crash their bikes on the internets and spinning my brains out in the confines of my garage, I’ve taken it upon myself to learn some finer points of Photoshop. As any self respecting, developmentally arrested 39 year old would of course, I began with attaching random male genitalia on the faces of my friends, but then graduated to altering magazine covers to suit my fancy;
As well as this shot of the previously mentioned Hurl;
I’d like to think that by the time my recovery is complete, I will be something like a low brow Michelangelo of the electronic arts, and my production of alleycat race flyers will be full speed ahead.
Moving on.. Last week I briefly discussed the incredibleness that was ‘Triplets of Belleville’, and concluded that it was a movie no self respecting bike nerd should go without seeing.
This got me to thinking about classic bike films. Not the standards like ‘Breaking Away’, ‘American Flyers’ or (shudder) ‘Quicksilver’, but one of a different sort of ilk. Ones that tended to inexplicably fly under the radar.
Like for example, another that I also saw shortly after its release was Pepe Danquart’s glaring look into the 2003 Tour and Erik Zabel’s Telecom squad in Hell on Wheels;
Never before has a documentary peeled back so many layers of a team, and the personalities therein, while simultaneously describing the intricacies of the race’s history.
Secondly, the way in which the film was shot is unparalleled, giving the viewer the feeling of actually being immersed in the peloton. It’s a staggeringly honest depiction of the relationships and dynamic that occur behind the scenes of what is arguably the grandest spectacle in the bicycle world today.
If you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend it, and if you already have, then you should, again.
Plus, Zabel is a bad ass, so you’ll have that going for you.
Now then.. On to other topics.
There is a fellow I know named Tanner, who seems to surround himself with good looking people. Have you ever known anyone like that? It seems every time I’d see him, whether it be in a street fight in Vegas, or out on the town with his new bride, the people around him were handsome. So with that being said, I suppose it shouldn’t have come as much of a shock to find out Ron “Chewey” Moffit was actually Tanner’s father, (seen here with Mac and her tounge);
As a fitting tribute to his old man, Tanner pulled out all the stops recently and got his portrait tattooed on his flesh;
That right there is as true a sign of devotion and love as I can figure..
However I did ask him what his folk’s reaction was to such a gesture, to which Tanner flatly replied “I think my mom was a little disappointed because she realized that her husband doesn’t look as good.”
The family that gets tattooed together, signs contracts for reality shows together.
Now in closing, I’d like to mention that I’ve recently been in touch with Lanolin from Ritte Van Vlaanderen, and I am excited to announce that he has agreed to take some time out of his increasingly busy schedule to be subjected to an interview with me.
Photo by David Pountain
I anticipate great things to occur as our minds meld, and think that it will be an excellent way to kick off All Hail The Black Market’s 2010.
.. Or it will totally suck.
Either way, you’ll hear it here first.
I don’t know about you all, but 2009 wasn’t that sweet. I mean, it’s not like we had plagues of locusts or anything, but with the exception of this here web log project, it just generally kindof flatlined.
With that being said, I would like to offer my most humble thanks to you all for sticking around and helping to make a go of the Black Market. It means more to me than I can express.
So here is to kicking the crap out of baby new year and making 2010 the best one yet.
That is except for 1998… 1998 was pretty awesome.
Until next year,