Putting two and two together in order to come up with five is generally the best way with which to describe the process of assembling posts here on this site upwards to three times a week.
Now while I may occasionally have a common thread woven in amongst the varying samples of detritus, from time to time something will come so far out of left field I don’t know what to do with it other than to throw it up here and ask someone in the audience to please explain it to me.
I.M.B.A. Frank sent me just such a sampling;
“I got this in my in box and I am pretty fucking disturbed to think that its for real.”
Reading through this website mostly just left me with a furrowed brow and a confused brain.
Though to clear away the fog and bring a bit of clarity to today’s session is the delight known as Katie.
Besides being a crackerjack bike rider, as well as just a generally pleasant individual to be around, Katie is the acting director of an undertaking called Project Bike Trip.
At this stage in the game, I hardly doubt that anyone isn’t aware of the High School Mountain Bike League, and how many of us wished that such a thing existed when we were still in school?
Beyond that, there is a movement starting right here on the Central Coast that incorporates an actual bike maintenance class in the school’s curriculum.
Fortunately there is a video that she sent me which sums up the project pretty succinctly;
Just as what happened with the high school league, I’ve watched this project grow from a seedling of an idea, to a budding success. Of course this success not only depends on the kid’s interest, but the community’s support. Spreading the word, or even taking steps to get something like this started in your own area is what will lead to its growth and prosperity.
Moreover, if you should both happen to have July 15th open, and like the idea of making party, Project Bike Trip has a fund/awareness raising party, that you might want to get in on.
It really is an extraordinary effort that they are putting fourth, and being able to assist in this in even a small way makes me proud to be a part of their ilk.
Moving on in wildly opposing directions now… There have been instances in which either I, or fiends of mine have at one time or another conceived of cycling kits which may come emblazoned with questionable content.
Without exception, the would-be manufacturers of said kits have rejected our ideas, leaving us empty handed, but according to this link that Peter sent me, apparently we just weren’t contacting the appropriate companies;
Just for the completely inappropriate and blatantly offensive nature of this, I almost want to buy one.
Why, for only $365.00, you can buy a helmet to match;
Really nothing shuts down the pleasant mood of a group ride than when someone arrives in an SS officer’s kit.
That aside, in closing, I’d mentioned last week that today I would be announcing the winners of the great send-the-AHTBM-P.O.-box-a-postcard-get-in-the-running-for-some-Paved/BIKE magazine-stuff contest.
My original plan was to throw all of the cards and grab an assortment, but getting a postcard that is six times regulation postcard size tends to skew those results a little bit. In light of this, I numbered each of the cards, made a corresponding set of equally sized and shaped tickets and threw them all in a bowl.
As it turns out, I had a extra cache of Paved and BIKE goods which three lucky people should be getting their hands on eventually. Without further adieu, I present to you your winners;
I appreciate all who took the time to send a proverbial bottled message to me and my mountain top needle dick, though not once did I receive any correspondence from a woman type of human being, which leads me to believe that women types of people hate postcards and free t-shirts.
It’s a shame, cause these shirts are pretty bad ass, but I will hold on to them till a later date and come up with some kind of contest that women types of human beings might have a greater interest in.
Until then, I’ll possibly consider getting my own bad self back into the hallowed halls of education in order to brush up on an array of subjects, not the least of which should maybe be gender politics.