But being this pretty is no walk in the park either.
I guess as I expected, I caught a bit of flack for some of what I wrote on Wednesday, and after spending a few hours returning serves and attempting to explain myself, I felt tired and in need of a quick 25 to 30 mile refresher. While I was out enjoying the sunshine, an interesting thing took place. I was actually penning an entire post in my head. Word for word, it was coming as naturally as something that … Um.. comes very.. naturally.
You should have heard it. It was poetry, but alas, as soon as I arrived home, my mind was as blank as it usually is.
I believe the gist of what I was thinking about is that regardless of what kind of bike you ride, if you insist on riding top speed past someone either walking up, riding up, or working on the trail in question, I’m gonna think you’re a dick, and as such, will use this forum to make it be known. For anyone who took exception to my words, if you don’t do any of these things, then you are not to whom I was referring.
Besides, I suspect that the people who I was referring to would generally rather be caught dead than spending time on this site, and really for that matter what difference does my opinion make anyway?
My insight should matter about as much as anyone else who you don’t know.
I suppose the ultimate irony in all of this is on the very day I was working up there, a tractor apparently was grating a nearby bit of trail which at one time was that smooth, loamy, twisty, single track that has since been covered with jumps, bridges, chutes and ladders, (not to mention being made about four times wider in the process) that I was referring to.
Before (No good. Singletrack is sooo 1998.)
After (Obviously, so much better.)
But, now that The Man’s done with it.
What’s magical about all of this is that at the end of the day, none of it matters. We are after all, little more than mere blips on the radar screen of history and in 30 years, (30 months, 30 weeks, 30 days) no one will even remember this discussion occurring.
I suppose that all of this could be summed up relatively simply by saying that it’s a good idea to maintain that which you love, and if you’re out riding, don’t be an asshole.
Boom, doneski. Somebody make a t-shirt.
On to other matters. After completing the kit orders on Wednesday, I’ve come to realize that while some of the readers are indeed very average in size, there are handfuls of them that are freakishly large. I mean, when I saw that Voler had XXXL items available, I sort of thought it was a novelty size, like ski ball glasses, or one of those giant bow ties, but alas, not only was that size requested, but repeatedly.. It was like the Land of the Giants finally got an internet connection and they all came to my site at once.
There is no word yet whether or not this will result in ‘The Great Lycra Shortage of 2010’, but I’ll keep my ear to the ground and will report it here first.
Before I pull the plug on this subject, never to breathe a word of it again until the UPS person drops them on my doorstep, I want to say thank you for helping me make this project a reality.
Obviously I could have twisted designer Kim’s arm behind her back till the cows came home in terms of getting the graphics done, but without the orders, that wouldn’t have been worth anything, and the sheer volume of the orders placed has been absolutely astonishing.
And in the spirit of being honest, I thought about taking the money and skipping to Mexico exactly twice.
Speaking of Kim’s arm, volume, honesty and Mexico, Andy from Surly Bikes wrote in;
“Coaster puke: Is that YOU?!
Did you know Surly has really tall, thickish socks available now, just in time for warmer weather? It’s true. They match well with knee length pants so that you don’;t have to wear full tights and look like Milli Vanilli. I don’t actually have a picture of the sicks yet, so instead I am including a picture of Dave.
It’s nice out today. Don’t forget your shiv.”
Andy’s a knowledge dropper, don’t you know?
Mike also sent me an email which broaches an equally random topic that now pollutes my brain;
“Hey Stevil Let me preface this email by admitting I live in a small Canadian town. A place that is not exactly the cultural epicenter of the nation, just the same I was a bit stunned (& excited) but the latest pastry offering at the local cafe;
I stuck with the carrot cake.
Just on general principle, I would absolutely annihilate the nut buster cake.
I actually think it might be my calling.
Hey do you all like buttons? You know, you can put ’em on your backpack, or your mechanic’s jacket, or your propellor beanie, or your orange jumpsuit… Personally, I think buttons are pretty sweet, and to honor their sweetness, I’m getting some made that look like this;
You know, but round, and smaller.
Get a button and show the world what you think of visors.
Christ. I know I said I wasn’t going to do this, but something’s come up…
In an absolutely dumbfounding turn of events.. Just moments ago (like, Thursday afternoon) I got off the phone with Jim from Voler, and due to their (completely warranted) reservations about us meeting the minimums, they gave me the previously declared March 18th cut off.
Lucky for us the minimums were met and Jim has not only bumped up our delivery slot to the first week of June, but he has very graciously extended the window in which I can place more orders.
To be exact.. a four week extension..
I can’t blame them for this, as I am a small enterprise, and they had no way of knowing if my order would actually be worth their time.
I’m as surprised as you are by this. Here I have been busting everybody’s balls, because I thought Voler would brush me off without so much as a ‘get bent’ if I didn’t step up to their rules, and I guess their initial request of a ten day order window was sort of a test to see how serious we were.
I feel like I’ve been running a marathon, and killing myself to win only to find out I crossed the finish line days ago.
Anyway, the store is back online, and if you missed out the first go around, we still have some time left.
As a gesture of gratitude, I think I’ll go ahead and send Jim an 8×10 glossy of my ulcer.
So again, thanks for your patience, your support and your understanding.
I’m gonna go lie down for a couple hours. Or days.
Don’t forget to party.