Good morning dear readers. Before we get into anything, may I present to you a public service announcement from Ritte Van Vlaanderingham;
Finding truth in advertising is such a rarity these days.
From my dear friends and Maximo Supremo residents, Paul Price and Company Bicycle Component Manufacturing Company, I was the very lucky recipient of a set of their new MiniMoto Bikecycle Stoppers;
Why, it was just last November when we went to Paul’s shop, and he took us into a back room behind a back room and showed us these for the first time. It was then that I mentioned if he did not eventually relinquish a set to my control that I would imediately post random labels on the shelves around his assembly area, which I did anyway;
I certainly do appreciate the gesture, and when my overly paid and intoxicatingly aromatic bike mechanic returns from his trip to Aruba, I will have them installed so that I can engaging in some bikecycle riding stopping.
And speaking of stopping things related to bikecycles, my disapproval of Stravaing is, I assume, known fairly well by the route I recently Twittered about;
This of course isn’t from Strava, but rather the map of a route student protestors sent to Montreal police when asked where they would be marching.
But it made my point concisely, so I ran with it. When asked what my beef was in a correspondence, I responded thusly;
“I think ride sharing apps are fine, if I say, showed up in a place I had never been before, I could look at the naked lady box and presto! I find a route. Or, like we did back before the advent of technology, you go into a bike shop and have actual, real live human interaction. Maybe hook up with some locals. Perhaps make a friend. But that’s all passé when you have apps on your side. That’s the short version. Besides that, it’s just masturbatory. One more thing for bike dorks to fawn over.”
Then again, I’d rather just ride my bike and not concern myself with ‘data’… I think lots of stuff is dumb, so what do I know?
I’ll tell you one thing I do know about however, is Joe Parkin’s nice hair;
Though Frank from I.M.B.A. sent in a Virginiaese license plate proving that old Joe may have a contender;
A little earlier in today’s post I had mentioned Paul Price and Company Bicycle Component Manufacturing Company, which I could have seamlessly transitioned into this next bit if Josh Mankin’s hair and my disdain of Strava hadn’t gotten in the way.
You see, this past Saturday Paul, as well as a number of other local manufacturers and bikecycle enthusiasts all converged on the Sycip Bicycles world HQ for the first ever Meet Your Maker event. The premise for these rides is this; Instead of attending various trade shows where you can stand around and nerd out of googas and doodads, you can actually saddle up along side of the creators of that which causes so much drool, and spend a day actually riding bikes, as opposed to just taking photos of them and posting them on your dumb website.
Welp, a whole slew of folks had ammassed and were ready to ride, but had to wait because Loudass was on Loudass Time® and Scoutmaster forgot his shoes, once again proving that regardless of how well oiled a machine is, it’s still always possible for a monkey wrench to be thrown in the works;
After a short bout of grab assing, we were finally under way, and riding en mass towards the wide open spaces of Santa Rosa’s Annadel State Park;
Our initial group of fifty or more almost immediately splintered into several smaller groups, and I finally found myself in a group of five, two of which were these two ladies;
Which didn’t suck by a stretch. Lainie (left) and I have ridden together a number of times over the years, but despite the fact that we are ‘teammates’, this day marked my first time riding with Vanessa (right), and it was good. As we ascended, we chatted about everything from movies to life in general, but as soon as the descent came along, she was gone. Who knew such a mild mannered woman could be such a terror on a mountain bike? We all eventually caught up with one another and headed back to the warehouse where a bunch of cold beer and hot Payaya awaited;
As the riders all returned to the shop and got cleaned up, the conversation flowed as a veritable who’s who of the bike scene were present;
There were former Aerosmith roadies;
There were misanthropic craftsmen;
Even the AHTBM legal team made themselves available for pro bono council;
There were these two;
And these two;
And bad ass machined widgets getting pork grease rubbed on them;
Hell, if all of that weren’t enough, the claw finger even made an appearance;
The next Meet Your Maker ride is scheduled to kick off from Paragon Machine Work’s Richmond, California shop on July twenty-first, where we will do a townie ride out and about (I suspect) The Point and will probably do some beach sitting and some beer drinking. After that, there is talk of the MYM tour traveling Northward to the land of smug artisanally crafted coffee drinks.
At this point however, the project is sill in its infancy, and will be worked out as the days pass. Just keep your eyes peeled to the website to stay abreast of developing developments.