As I fumbled through the darkness on Thursday morning in an attempt to gather my belongings, I piled onto the floor and made a drawing on the inside of the box in which Vinnie was to be buried.
(Among other names, I generally referred to him as ‘Big Cat’, ‘Bath Mat’ or ‘Iceberg’.)
Later on in the day I sent variations of this email to a few friends;
“Monika and I ended up taking Vinnie in this morning to have him put down. I feel really lucky to have had such a slight relationship with death over my 40 years, but also because of this fact, I feel completely ill equipped to deal with it.
I’m crushed by the weight of it, and being there the second he took his last breath and slowly lowered his head into his paws was easily the single most powerful and devastating thing I’ve ever experienced.
I’m heartbroken, but this will eventually make way to better days, and when that time comes I’ll be waiting.”
To folks who have made contact, thank you for the well wishes. They mean more than I can say.
That said, even though it seems like the world is sometimes falling down around you, for everybody else it keeps on turning. Certainly the mail bag doesn’t take a break, so let’s get into that for a little while.
Bret made contact, debunking my theory that for one to excel at bicycle machine riding, one must wear the wrong socks on the right feet;
My AHTBM socks got third place overall on the intermediate course at Shasta Lemurian;
Thanks for your help with that. When are you going to do another kit order, I missed the first one? The third place combined with an afternoon of Pacifico recovery beers in the parking lot with a shortbus load of folks from SF made for a lovely day.
Lookie there.. Bret’s flying both the EVIL and AHTBM flags all while keeping a smile on his face and finding his way to the podium. Plus it would appear as though he’s wearing my favorite helmet and glasses. If he had managed a bottom three finish, I would swear he was me.
As far as AHTBM kits go, I will get to that eventually. As it stands, I have a pretty full plate right now, and I am not sure if I can emotionally handle throwing the nightmare that is a kit order on top of it all. Certainly when I can efficiently find my ass with both hands, that will be at the top of my to-do list.
One part of my ass that I was able to recently find however, was the production of some new AHTBM water bottles;
The band around the top is in tribute to my friend Chris DiStefano, or ‘CD’ for those whose mouth’s hate syllables.
“My 100% notgivingashit beats your 8% faster.”
Truer words have rarely been spoken.
Anyway, as sunny days made way for grey ones this weekend, I took the opportunity to run some errands, swing by the SPCA to make a donation, play with a gaggle of puppies and kittens, and then finally to get down to business and dismantle my painting studio. I figured as long as it was a reasonably crappy environment in which to make anything other than mistakes, I would put the space to better use and get most of my bikes up and off the floor;
While I still have two unhooked, it beats having seven all leaning against one another, generally leaving the one I wanted the most difficult to access.
Eventually I will give GenO his bike back, freeing up even a little more room for my own.
An observant eye might notice that my sweet, sweet new Ritte has yet to be completed, which right now is the bane of my existence. It turned out that the stem I received was too long, so homie Sean at Ritchey Logic took pity on my situation and agreed to send me a replacement which has yet to show up.
Once it’s built, I’ve agreed to shoot photos of it for Lanolin’s use, and then, I can finally go out and get run over on it.
With this beautiful bike is just inches out of my reach, I finally knows how it feels to be this guy;
I figure now would be a good opportunity to include a video that was forwarded to me by Ghostship Matt;
“Whatever “this” is, is the new fixed-gear.”
That might very well be, because upon seeing this clip for the first time, I had far more interest in engaging in whatever the hell they’re doing than doing backwards circles and sick bar spinz.
In closing I’d like to say that ordinarily when I write these transmissions I like to try and wrap the end of the post around to somehow relate to the start. I find that it tends to make them a nice little package of generally unrelated words and images.
Somehow today I don’t seem to be able to..