OMG! (That’s what the kids type instead of ‘oh my god’, or if you wish, ‘gosh’). We just have so much stuff on deck today.
FM (That’s teen for ‘furthermore’) this would be an awesome thing if it weren’t for the fact that I can only type twenty words a minute (up five from last year) and I am nearly too blown out on coffee and tobacco to sit still for longer than thirty seconds at a stretch.
Firstly, Carve Slayer has finally gotten their act together and placed a reasonably proper website on the net from which you can get three of their decals (or deckals if you’re Canadian) for just three dollars (or three loonies if you’re Canadian);
I won’t rest until every restroom across the land is emblazoned with this sentiment.
From The Bunnyhawk I received this little slice of high art;
Which is an appropriate bookend for this video I found via Pip;
Remember this face;
It’s one of a dead man walking.
For the folks sitting overseas reading this, I can only say, I’m sorry.
Moving on, back in late December I got an email from a fellow named Michael that went a little something like this;
“Hi Stevil –
I own Pure Fix Cycles, a fixed-gear bicycle company out in Burbank, CA.
Everyone at the company reads your blog every week and we are looking to see how we can further support the site.
Also – we just came out with a new video and would love to see it up on All Hail –
Thanks and happy holidays,
I’m always happy to help folks get a little bit of traction for their endevors, but in response I penned the following;
Thanks for the contact, and the support.
Three things you can do for me are tell your riders that spending their lives with a feeding tube would be a bummer. Helmets aren’t that hard to wear, but then again, when I was a messenger I rarely wore one, so to each his own. Getting old and developing some perspective is a funny thing like that.
Secondly, you can play this video and turn it up, because once the vocals start, things get awesome.
Thirdly, you can send me a monthly check for a thousand dollars, or at the very least, continue reading. Either way works for me.”
That right there is the sound of one hand washing the other.
Now I have a question for you. You wanna know something I think is really nice?
When friends loan each other clothing when they’re cold;
Moving along… Regarding my recent rant about how bikes shops might better serve their customers, Ian came though with a story;
“Quick email bout some shit you already know, and some shit you don’t.
I’m a bike courier for CG (one of the few left in Denver) and I was biking in Boulder yesterday when my saddle bolt snapped while riding “sans hands” puttin on my gloves (as terrible as it sounds).
That covers the shit you don’t know.
Limped my bike into Vecchio’s wherein Peter removed the sheared bolt from the clamp, rummaged through the dark and dirty shop recesses to locate a replacement bolt that fit my off-brand no-name seatpost, installed said bolt all in about 8 minutes total, and requested nothing but a 40oz Mickeys in return.
Straight Righteous people up in that place. But that’s some shit you already knew.
Ol Steely Eyes”
Indeed they are. Vecchio’s is the kind of shop that has to be seen to be believed. The proprietors are sharp as tacks, and accommodating to a fault.
Then, just down the street from Vecchio’s is Boulder Cycle Sport where the only thing they take seriously (besides cyclocrossing), is practicing duck faces;
… And Coleman knows his duck faces.
At some point between 2009 and today, JMac (formerly ‘Mexican Jay’ and currently ‘Jay Metallikabagal‘) sent me this article about the world’s tiniest tiny person;
Seeing as I have already blown this year’s resolution, my new one is to do a miniature beer bong with Jyoti.
That is to say, it is with that bit of wonderment that I bid you a fond farewell. Pay attention or the teens are gonna take over everything;
I gotta wrap this up and step on. I have to get to a SBBQ but I’m gonna be late because besides lollygagging with today’s post, I clearly have been DLOD.