Firstly I would like to extend my thanks for the very enthusiastic response to yesterday’s announcement that in honor of The Day The Internet Went Black® (except for the part that didn’t), I made a zine;
I should mention to those who bought one, (as well as apologize as well) that one aspect of editing a fanzine is to sit down the day after it’s completed and read it. It is then that you find all the typos, and feel a sense of dismay about how much the thing you spent an entire day on, sucks.
It’s offensive, angry, full of profanity and generally nothing like the website, which possibly can be chalked up to the fact that I loathe my printer.
Anyway, there’s my disclaimer. I’d offer people their money back if I hadn’t already spent it on lunch.
(*The entire run of ‘zines were sold out in a matter of hours. Issue #0 is kaput. I credit the promise of an autographed picture. Issue #1 is already in the works.)
As we continue along our way, I recently received a transmission from Kachusha of Chuey Brand letting me know that the new bad ass caps were right on schedule;
More or less anyway, due to the fact that I was hoping to get them by Christmas.
I’ll have these in the store directly and you won’t even have to worry about sewing them up yourselves, unless you want to and then I’ll give you a discount.
Relating to that completely, have I mentioned that I have opened a second order window for the new kits?
I have, and the details for it are as follows;
*NEW* $55.00 for a short sleeved BMX jersey
*NEW* $60.00 for a long sleeved BMX jersey
$70.00 for a short sleeved jersey (club and race raglan)
$65.00 for a vest
$107.00 for a short sleeved skinsuit
$78.00 for a men’s or women’s short
$88.00 for a men’s or women’s bib
$90.00 for a long sleeved jersey (club and race raglan)
$90.00 for a jacket
$127.00 for a long sleeved skinsuit
$35.00 for arm warmers (one red, one grey)
Please note that the order deadline for this run is Febuary sixth, so don’t get caught sleeping.
As I’ve said previously, go here, log in, place the order, and get ready to be way more good looking.
In other news, with some frequency folks will send me whatever randomness their heart’s desire. Naturally Joe’s desire was to send me a black and white photo of a one legged roller skating rope jumper;
It makes perfect sense.
As I dip further into the mail bag, I got a heads up from George;
“Hey Man – check out this link, it’s from my wife’s sister Ashley, who is part rad, part amazing 80’s music dancer, 3 parts tequila slammer, part blonde, part mountain bike clothing visionary and all around bad ass;
-And Shreadly(dot)com. Ashley is starting a new bike clothing line for women that aims to hit new levels of performance and style. The inspiration for the new gear comes from partying on the trails and wanting to feel like a lady. (these are my words, not hers) check it out
In other news, Old Man Winter has been acting like he made out with a beautiful Indian Summer in 8th grade and we’ve taken to the trails in shorts and slippers to take advantage of the fall like temperatures and supreme trail conditions;
Never before have I seen this much dry trail in Carbondale in January. While Stayin Alive at the dirt jumps I found America laying on the ground; I can’t believe her luck;
Not sure where any of this is going, but I found a senior pic of my friend Cole who claims fire was “IN” 12 years ago;
go visit FC Bike Rant to see some dudes getting after it on the Rads and not letting any bottle of whiskey go untouched.
That George always takes good care of us.
I saw this next bit on The Drunk Cyclist a couple weeks ago, but as it turned out, I actually ended up knowing the individual who penned the letter.
I obviously keep excellent company.
I thought it should get as much traction as possible, on account of because it’s bad ass. I have also decided that its author should remain anonymous in order to protect the innocent;
“You tried to pass me while I was passing the FedEx truck, then you all but ran me off the road, fortunately I was able to travel into the church parking lot.
I was riding a bicycle.
You were driving a white Lincoln.
You were less than a quarter mile from home.
Had you slowed for just five seconds and been courteous, kind, and respectful of me and my safety, it would have changed everything.
You did the opposite.
You were in too big of a hurry to be kind and considerate, and you risked my life with no fear to your own just so you could pull into your garage five seconds early.
You have no idea who I am.
I know where you live.”
Needless to say, that was a message worth delevering…