So how about Saturday’s “One for the weekend”, huh?
I’m still kinda reeling from that piece.
I can always count on JGH to deliver the goods.
Unless of course ‘the goods’ happen to be a bag of cocaine, or a suitcase full of money, in which case it’s safe to assume he will keep it for himself.
To kick off today’s post, my friends at Wend alerted me to this bit of very exciting news.
Truth be told, I’ve long had my suspicions, but without the rigorous testing by those with lab coats and clip boards, I couldn’t ever be certain. The jury is still out on whether or not these same findings will apply to the polished turd that is Chinese PBR.
Now then, as occurs from time to time I find myself sitting on top of a random array of correspondences from the good people who are scattered across this great sphere like so much loose pocket change thrown overhand from a 25th floor balcony, so I figure there is no better time to get into those than right now.
Right out of the gate I have gotten word that a very talented friend of mine who is responsible for a huge amount of design work around the bicycle industry has recently lost one of his primary contracts and as a result is throwing his hat back into the freelance ring.. Whether you know it or not, you are aware of his work and the impact it’s had on a huge array of companies and products. Should you find yourself perhaps working for a company who is in need of a profoundly skilled designer, please, as a favor to not only yourself, but to me, shoot him a hello.
Plus he kinda has the whole Milo Aukerman thing going for him, which I’ve always found comforting;
In news of creative transport, Billy got ahold of me with a clip that I had posted back in the Bummer Life days, but it’s good enough that we should bring it back for another go around;
check this out…
aparently its from a movie called “carts of darkness”
thanks for the blog
To the core of my being I appreciate that the only dialog in that clip is “some people think I’m nuts.”
Now, what on earth would give anyone that idea?
Keeping the videoesque good times alive is this offering from everybody’s favorite school teacher, C to the MFO;
“This makes the awesomest song ever awesomererer…It’s like the party I’ve always wanted to go to. I like the chicks with no rhythm clapping on the motorcycle and the bass player with a skullet….Also the guy that is dancing around with apparently no job with his silk shirt open…That would be me I think.”
As I pointed out to CFO, The only thing that could make that party better would be a homemade water slide out of the attic window. Of course the same could be said for just about anything.
He Who Will Remain Unnamed sent this bit of propaganda from CX Magazine detailing how not only should everyone take cyclocross seriously, but more specifically those who ride without gears;
The interview is with the individual who prevailed in the one speed category at last year’s Cyclocross Nationals in Bend, who goes by the name of JT Fountain.
In response to his insights I say, “I agree with the whole costumes thing, but to each his own. As for the rest of it, I say this.
Granted, he’s been racing for all of two years, so any amount of perspective is relatively limited.
“I wonder if it might be reflecting negatively not only on singlespeed ‘cross, but on cyclocross in general.”
Like there are old ladies or politicians or cardinals in the Vatican aware of what hijinx transpires within the confines of any random number of bike races, tisking their fingers in our general direction? Does he really think that anybody actually gives a shit?
If this is the case, I can say without hesitation that no, they do not. What I do know is that without the history that brought the qualities he feels deters respect from his sport, the idea of riding a singlespeed wouldn’t even be a glimmer in his eye, for you see, the whole idea of racing singlespeeds was born of an exhaustion of this very attitude.
Like it or not, it’s what he apparently dislikes most about this particular discipline that is its legacy.
From here, it’s a natural transition to an email from Captain Dave
“Oh my, this is about as funny as it can get.
Tired Gay succumbs to Dix in 200 meters“
I’ve said it many times before, I feel quite fortunate to have found a whole group of friends whose senses of humor got stunted at fourteen years old and in turn appreciate the fact that I am cut from the same cloth;
This image of course illustrates how one most efficiently lights one’s own flatulence.
Had I not been blessed with this fact, I would spend an awful lot of time alone.
Mr. Blacksocks knows what I’m talking about. He also sent me an email of the short and sweet kind.
“Why I like cycling..
It’s the only way in the world that you can look like this and still be badass…”
It’s true. Some of my biggest heros have happened to look like clowns.
So here we are at yet another conclusion of All Hail The Black Market, and with it, more opportunities to ride shopping carts downhill, rip a beer bong with a bunch of nearly nudes in a shower, or laugh immaturely at a seemingly penis related play on words. Whatever you do and however you chose to do it, don’t take yourself too seriously.
After all, it is that action that results in a fast track trip to looking like a total jackass, and unless this is your intent, it’s just best to give it a wide birth.