When the wheels come off the wagon.

As is the standard around these parts, the mail bag has once again gotten topped off, so let’s do the thing that we do and spread the goods around.

First up, way back like, last week or something, Niki from Mobius Cycle gave me a shout out regarding an upcoming meeting of the minds in Seattle;
“I hope things are well in your neck o the woods! Seattle is dumping rain on us already but I’m praying for snow. October 2nd 2010 we will be throwing the Core Whore Alleycat 2010.
This year marks our first attempt at coed mingling. All those envious dudes out there who complained they couldn’t compete in the original Core Whore are encouraged to make good and put their panties on the line. Everyone starts together but the roll of the die insures you ride alone. Here’s the details buddy.
Love and Dank socks from Seattle,

Spread the word liberally, or should you find yourself in Seattle, go there and find out what the hubbub is for yourself.
And while we’re on the topic of Seattle and dank things, my old pal Cory from Dank Bags sent me a heads up that he has finally gotten his bid at world domination under way;
“Hey Stevil,
long time no chat. Just shooting you an email to see if you wouldnt mind maybe giving me a shout on your webspace. Finally got dankbags.net up and running, now Im just trying to sell enough forty ounce coozies to make rent. hope all is well down south. back to freecall for me!!

Bags and cüzies made by a real, honest to god bicycle messenger?
Now there’s a concept.
Then down the coast a spell, Murphy Mack the purveyor of all things two wheeled hasn’t even let the dust settle on his gold sprints event in Vegas before he got this new bit of subversion together;
Private property. There’s a fair amount of it in Marin county. Usually, there’s a locked gate and you can’t ride through it. Wouldn’t it be cool if someone got the property owners to throw open the gates and let us in? Especially if it’s right in Marin county… giant redwoods, rolling ridgelines, twisty private fireroads and some steep stuff both up and down? It’s almost like… Endor.
Be at the Java Hut in Fairfax at 9:00 and get a cup of coffee and sign up. We roll out at 10 sharp.
As usual, Superstar local riders, friendly faces and good times. Memorable aid stations and lots of snacks and refreshments. We’ve got loads of prizes from you favorites and a fresh new t shirt too.
The money goes to SFBC so they can continue to make a difference. Only $15!
Pre-ride data coming after InterBike is over.
Mixed terrain. Fireroads, roads and the occasional rock. Ride profile… Six Flags Rollercoaster.
Miles and miles of places and stuff you’ve never seen. Several chances to let go of the brakes entirely…
Bring a bag with some dry clothes too… there’s a chow down/gulp down/bro down at the finish.

For those of you who like things that don’t suck, make note.
Finally, while we are rolling gracefully along here in the realm of bikes and bike related parties, Scott’s got a bash the following weekend in Michigan;
Since you hold the realm of bike website weirdness that I am fond of, I am sending you a poster for an event I am putting on here in the far North of Marquette, Mi.
Its an alley cat style mtn. bike event, where you pedal to the top of the 3 highest peaks in Marquette and then gain bonus points by collecting bricks and empty bottles. Oct. 9th 2010.
DPOW even supports it!
Scott Wanhala”

This event is right up my alley (no pun intended), as I tend to collect bricks and empty bottles on most of my rides anyway.
Zach sent me this bit of total awesomeness. Peep the hero at 13 seconds in;

We are the most from coast to coast.
From the regularly regaled film maker and photographer extraordinaire, Brian Vernor, I received this shot of a frame builder who to know, is to love;
“i got this shot of chris I…..at a big gravel road ride in western mass:
ums, rad guy, even without the dfl hat.

Yeah, I agree. Christopher Igleheart kicks the ass out of ‘class’.
At some point over the weekend Patrick sent an email expressing that our particular brand of subversiveness has gotten a bit of a foothold;
“I wore my AHTBM kit in my race today. In the first turn, some maniac was yelling at me “ruin the race for everyone!” Over and over. Good to know the good word is spreading.”
I would like to thank the Cal Giant rider who belted those words at me a couple years ago, for without his efforts, the AHTBM readership would be without a mating call.
Now then, in news of another sort, I am well aware that the audience of this site has varying tastes in everything from music to clothing to the seriousness of Boulder’s cyclocross races to beer and everything in between. When I mention that I am a long time Budweiser drinker, I get all manor of response from full fledged support to cries of “how can you drink that swill?!”
As it turns out, the flag I generally fly for them was just a stretch ahead of its time, as expressed in this dispatch from both Jesse and The Liquid Astronaut;
“I doubt this has slipped past you radar but just in case:
Budwesier aims for the hipster set.
Might be a hard sell to get the kids to switch from PBR to Bud for the irony.

Not that the two to seven ‘hipsters’ that frequent this site could possibly care, but it’s nice to know that Bud is attempting to spread its attention away from the NASCARinians. As I have said many times, for the right price I would be happy to provide them a space among the esteemed advertisers in our Maximo Supremo set.
Damn the timing though, because after the last few weeks, the very last thing in the world that I need is a free beer.
Zachary sent me a contact that was short and sweet, kinda like my attention span;
“Ric Flair knows something you don’t know.

In closing, as the AHTBM dream team was touching down from the trade show, there was some badness occurring in Marin that I’ll share with you now.
Remember the old Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup commercial, the tag line for which was a conversation between two people that went “you got your chocolate in my peanut butter!…” Then the other person said “Well you got your peanut butter in my chocolate!”
Well, for Friendly Paul it was kinda like that, except he got his Vanilla in the back of somebody’s cab.
He elaborates;
Here’s some images from my accident yesterday. I’m so fortunate that I’m able to type this note to you today. You often advocate wearing a helmet when you ride each and every time you get on your bike. If I had not worn my Giro helmet the outcome could have been much worse.
In short as I was finishing a road ride out to Point Reyes Station with Skinny Bee, Fashion Dave and Scott who was flying AHTBM colors when taxi cab preformed a 3 point turn into a blind driveway ahead of me and reversed right out into the middle of the road leaving me with the following images. I was launched from my road bike through the rear window of the taxicab head first.
I am a very lucky man to come away from this accident with only an index finger that looks like it was visited with repeated blows of a hammer. In addition to wearing my helmet I had cycling glassed on and one of Sacha’s unicorn hats. Perhaps the unspoken magic of the unicorn saw me through this event.

Let that be a lesson to you kids. Know helmet, no problems. No helmet, know problems.
Happy hump day, suckas. Take a second and count your blessings. You know I will be.

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6 Responses to “When the wheels come off the wagon.”

  1. Hugapotato September 29, 2010 at 8:08 am #

    shit that sucks for Paul and his Vanilla Fudge. Give him my best. Now off to burn my Budweiser sweater…

  2. steve m September 29, 2010 at 12:09 pm #

    thats Phil the Horse sporting your strip

  3. steve m September 29, 2010 at 12:15 pm #


  4. keeter September 29, 2010 at 12:23 pm #

    I’m just happy to be here.
    and the best thing about humpdays is that yesterday was fuck yeah tuesdays.

  5. Vaeringjar Eggeling September 30, 2010 at 4:56 pm #

    In the Seattle alley cat flyer, I appreciate the circa 1989 photograph of the bass player of Dickless, but isn’t the choice of such a dated image an admission that nothing of any cultural significance has happened in the city for over 20 years?

  6. matt suede September 30, 2010 at 9:21 pm #

    the frame is toast but the fork is straight. crazy shit, this carbon fiber. I’ll bet the front wheel is still true, even.