Seeing as everyone who might frequent this page is most likely half in the bag today, and by that I mean half in Santa’s sack of goodies (take that to mean whatever you want), and not wasting company time on the interwebs, I will keep today’s post brief.
Firstly please let me extend my wishes for a happy Halliday (that’s what they call it in Daryl Hall’s home) season to you all. I hope that there have been lots of chestnuts roasting and new slippers being unwrapped.
For my part, Christmas hasn’t been much of an occasion for many years and tends to be just one more day in which I am unable to go to any government offices, but I do enjoy the occasional gift that I might be presented, and in that regard this year wasn’t a disappointment, as I was the lucky recipient of not only a near crap-ton of beans from various bicycle and coffee world luminaries,
but a brand new set of some highly coveted skins from none other than Hurl hisself;
As you can plainly see he thoughtfully included a fake moustache whichI have since adhered to my real one.
Ad speaking of which, someone who knows all too well the benefits of a moustache is Ian from Wend Magazine;
You probably think this is gay, but maybe not. It’s my friend Benji’s vid.”
I can say without hesitation that I am the last person to think clapping while riding a bike is ‘gay’, unless of course you mean happy, in which case I do.
One think I definitely do not think is gay, unless you mean happy, in which case I do, is riding bikes with friends. I had the opportunity to do just that at some point, when not only the oft-mentioned Jordi arrived in town, but Skinny Bee and Pushbike Ian both darkened my town’s proverbial doorway for a day of muddy nonsensery;
I could go on about the new mountain bike tires I bought myself, the fact that an extraordinarily thoughtful individual named Nick in Idaho sent me a brand new Giro Pneumo helmet;
or that on El Pirata Gigantor’s directive, a crew of us found ourselves upon a darkened Marin mountain top dodging deer and hypothermia;
or even that all of Christmas day I sent out a photo to nearly everyone in my phone book of a naked midget lady with a machine gun and a Santa hat;
(Edited for your protection.)
I could even tell you about how I got cracking on some really swanky new Black Market products which are inching their way down the pipe as you read this, but I suspect you have probably bigger things to worry about, like for instance, your own pile of goods that has sprung forth from Santa’s sack.
Actually as far as that goes.. please be sure to protect your eyes.
Santa’s sack can sometimes be a unpredictable one.