Making quick work of the mail bag.
There are a lot of ways to skin a cat, or in this case, clear out an array of dust gathering correspondences. Using a shotgun is but one.
Let’s get right down to business and unload some stuff that’s been sitting around for any amount of time ranging from a couple years, to just a few minutes.
Back in 2010 Mr. Blacksocks sent me the following email that I’ve posted previously and kept tucked safely away in my inbox since, just because I love it.
“Nobody but nobody knows neon like Kluge.”
Back then they called it neon. Nowadays they call it ‘high-vis‘, and unless Mike’s wearing it, I still think it sucks.
Then at some point, Morgan came through with an example of art that most definably doesn’t suck;
Photos by Scott Beale.
These were made by the hands of a fellow named Jean Labourdette (aka Turf One) and in my humble opinion, are awesome.
If you would like, you can see more photos from this installation on Scott’s Flickr page.
Then, a little while after that, El Gato made contact regarding a topic which I assume we were discussing within the confines of some particular post or another, but can’t remember because the internet has destroyed my attention span. Unlike Turf One’s paintings, evidentially it had something to do with sucking;
“Long before I was sucking at cyclocross, I was sucking at kayaking (often in your home state). This video just proves I was 20 years ahead of my time.
Keep the wierdness rolling!
I’d bet if I were given half a chance, I could teach all of those folks a thing or two about that which the profess to be so unproficient at.
As we two-step through the archives, I came across the following email that was sent to me from Scoutmaster;
“For your information, 48 beers is 10 too many, but 38 is cool…”
That happened in Florida? I’m shocked.
And speaking of too many beers or not, back in 2011 Mike got in touch about enjoying at least one with a friend;
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.
No doubt Mr. James (and possibly Mike) would be honored to have that email followed up by this one from Francis;
“A little something to think about in 2013.”
“Something to think about”? How about we call that a little something to strive for?
And to that end (no pun intended), every time I’m in the emergency room (which is a lot) I like to chit chat and make small talk with the resident nurses and doctors about funny stories regarding what people have gotten stuck in their bad holes after ‘falling down the stairs’. I find that topic to be a quality ice breaker.
Back to the bike side of the playground, Paul from Atomic Cycles in Van Nuys reached out with a request to spread some info about a fun type of event he’s hosting in just a couple weeks;
Can you fluff my latest wheeled silliness?
Paul de Valera”
I’ll fluff the hell out of it.
Just as I thought I was getting to the bottom of the pile of correspondences, Andrew came through with yet more contact regarding recreating with alcohol;
“I kid you not a bar in denver has a “smokey and the bandit special”, seeing as though I wore my bandit jersey I guess I had to have one. If I throw up on my fiancé later it’s your fault.”
Unfortunately he didn’t include a name of the bar, so if you find yourself in Denver, I suggest you go to all of them until you find the correct one.
Finally, DPow! from Maximo Supremo residents Minneapolis West Design Works got in touch with a saga for the ages;
“My buddy AT’s son Miles brought this home from school the other day. AT’s only question was “Why did the story have to end?”
My guess would be heart failure.”
And it’s with that, that we have come to a nearly empty inbox. Rest assured that in the time these words pass your brain-lips, it will have filled up again, but that will give me ample opportunity to reload for the next go-around.
I think I mighta found my Wizards staff teammate.
You’re right, this is an excellent post.
My friend Mark is a surgical tech at a hospital in SF. He is the guy that runs the saws, jacks, and spreaders in the OR. He has some good stories about ridiculous things people do. One of the patients he worked on had thirteen GI Joe heads up his large colon. Not Big Jim heads. Not Steve Austin heads.
There is a night ride + BBQ in the hills near your house tonight. You should attend.
Rick James is dead?
You don’t have mail in your douchebag.
BBQ is Thu night, not tonight.