As many of the literally tens of people who frequent this site recall, some time ago I was called out by a very passionate individual for wanting to keep women out of cycling.
It seems as though similar forces are at work again, as based on the following Underbike Industry Mixer© flyer, I, along with my compatriots in the event, have been recently accused of being sexist;
As I stated in response to one of the individuals who made this claim, the sponsors of this party have individually and as a group been accused of many things, but being sexist isn’t one of them, (you know, not counting this time). If the accusers knew even a single iota about any of us as people or as businesses, they would know these claims to be absurd, but as it goes, the bike world is jam packed with woefully uninformed individuals who are all more than willing to flex their ignorance from the safe confines in front of their computers.
If that flyer is indeed sexist, then I’m on on pins and needles in anticipation of what sorts of commentary the others that I had presented at the same time will generate;
What? I loathed school and fly intentional misspelling in the face of my parents who were both career educators? As a child I was obsessed with Steve Austin and for a time was convinced I had bionics in me? I dislike children and would only like it if their faces were upside down and were forced to wear car freshener costumes? I hate sweaters?
Perhaps those weren’t the best examples to use, but back to my point…
Go ahead and do your worst, know-nothing anonymeetos, because your opinion means as much as that of anybody else who’s never met me.
Anyway, if the content of the flyers is what’s causing your panties to bunch, then I don’t suspect we’ll be seeing you at the party anyway.
And while we’re on the subject of the party, the cat is obviously out of the bag in as far as what we’ve got in store. The last three years it’s been all nighters with some of the industry’s luminaries at the world famous Peppermill, where sexism abounded and people on both sides of the gender lines emerged offended. This year we’ve moved the location to The Double Down Saloon.
I don’t remember the year, but I’m thinking it was at least 1997 when we first discovered this hole in the wall. On the recommendation of Danny Boy Smith and Chris Scuglia (both of whom I was messengering with at the time), they’d said it would be the best place in town to get sideways in celebration of Robert Ives’ Blue Collar Bikes imprint, which as it turns out was, for all intent and purposes, the first ever Underbike Industry Mixer©.
To that end, aside from celebrating Soulcraft’s fourteenth year in business, Ritte Van Vlaanderingham’s third year at the show, AHTBM’s third year in operation, and Swobo’s reemergence into the industry, we’re actually celebrating Blue Collar coming into its own as a real, live custom frame business.
And lastly, I can’t neglect to mention this year’s entertainment. I have long championed Long Beach, California’s Who Rides The Tiger as one of my favorite forms of musical entertainment. (In the event of my untimely demise, I’ve requested their song ‘Sunshine’ be played at my memorial as my ashes are blown out of a cannon into Guy Fieri’s head.)
It was just after W.R.T.T. broke up that vocalist Bill had mentioned he had another trick up his sleeve called O ZORN!, which he promised would ‘melt my face’. As the months passed, I would get drips and drabs of what he had in store, but it wasn’t until just about a month ago when he sent me some rough cuts from the studio. About nine months before that I asked him if they’d be interested in playing the party, to which he happily agreed;
You wouldn’t think such a half assed operation would take so long to coordinate, but when its architect is filling my clothes, it’s bound to.
Anyway, for those with delicate sensibilities, prepare yourself, because if the nuded up coke head space people hurt your feelings, this one’s going to send you straight to therapy;
Come one, come all, to the lowest brow of all bike events.