As the chaos of life continues to swirl around me, I will pound out a rhythm out on the keyboard and see what transpires.
To maintain my heralded position as the feyball weblogger who has gotten the scoop and premiered the last two Red Fang videos, I’m gonna stick with tradition and do it again;
(Note- There was 200 views when I wrote this, and now there’s 25,000. I guess I missed the scoop.)
Moving along, Warpath formerly of The Soil Saloon and presently of NYC Velo emailed me a heads up for an upcoming shindig they are hosting;
It promises to be a good time and I hear they won’t even mind if you show up wearing your pajamas.
That’s actually a lie. I didn’t hear that from anyone. I just made it up, but now that it’s on the internet it must be true.
On that very same weekend, and continuing on the topic of dirtbag celebrations, Kenny sent along notification that he’s involved in his very own;
“Hey master of disaster,
My friends are putting on a race sunday the 29th here in the murder capital of America, would you mind posting it on your internerds blogosphere? Here’s the website.
Who is Kenny kidding? He doesn’t have any friends.
While trolling the book of faces recently in an effort to find a mistress, I came across a photo shot by H.J.T. of the Southland’s Langtown event that sums up everything that is right with the world;
If ever you need a reminder of exactly which side our bread is buttered, please refer to this image.
Now then, as you may or may not recall, sometime in the last two weeks I cleared out a bunch of emails I had sitting in my inbox, after which I was feeling pretty high on myself. Little did I realize that I had only scratched the surface as I was still uncovering transmissions from the summertime. Case in point is this one from Mike;
Hope your summer kicks nads! Mine has been damn fine and surely got radder today when I stopped during a ride to have a wobbly pop with a legend;
I’m sure Rick enjoyed the company and he passed on his blessings for all us bitches with a penchant for two wheeled debauchery.
In honor of the king, I would one day like to visit his resting place and burn an unwillingly restrained hooker with my crack pipe.
It’s a little known fact, but towards the end of Rick James’ life he became quite fond of the mountain bicycling. Often times he could be seen wheeling around Marin on his bicycle of the same name, so the guy couldn’t have been all bad, right?
Speaking of Christian mountain bikers, after Wednesday’s inclusion of the dreadful ‘Peloton‘ trailer, I was inspired to dust off this old chestnut which I had originally posted some time in 2010;
It’s like ‘Rad’ but with mountain bikes, Jesus and a black guy.
Is it because this is a topic I care about, that every bike movie made is the worst thing ever? I’ve seen lots of movies about art, being drunk, philandering or all three that I love dearly. Why is it that movies revolving around a bicycle as a central theme are always so terrible?
Please let me know. Operators are standing by.
I think today we’ll finish up with a pinch of business and I will mention that I have a smattering of smaller sizes of both small and medium AHTBM ‘black metal’ shirts, as well as a few small Downzig shirts that I am blowing out for ten bucks a piece. I have to make room for some new product, plus I want to carry as few items as possible during the upcoming move I keep jibberjabbering about;
Secondly, I will re-remind anyone who cares that the 2012 AHTBM kit order deadline is quickly approaching with just a week and a half to go.
That’s Febuary sixth, so do your worst because after this run, they are done.
If you don’t care to look as impossibly dashing as this individual, that’s your business;
Demonika makes for a pretty good ready-made model. I would include an image of myself wearing the kit but I’m sworn to including only one gorilla image per post.
It’s Friday… Do what you do.