Long live the Bundepost;
But before we get into anything, here’s a photo of a baby pig blissed the hell out while enjoying some ice cream;
And second things second, I have to take the opportunity to make note of the All Hail The Black Market, Market.
In that place I have such things as brand new Chuey caps;
and copyright infringing wristbands;
and my water bottliest water bottles yet;
and a custom blend of coffee concocted by the brilliant minds at Doma Coffee Company;
Why, I even have books, and posters, and a whole array of decals featuring bad words.
For you see, this shilling is how I make the bread I spend on stupid things like milk, and eggs, and electricity bills, so I would be remiss to not stand atop a platform and bare my soul and balls to the world periodically in an attempt at selling what little of said soul and balls is/are still left intact.
I thank you for your time and consideration in this matter.
And speaking of, Andrei sent some photos proving that he has astonishingly good taste in random crap;
Just wanted to show you some photos of me displaying your cool stuff, on different ocasions, during my holiday back in my home country of Romania, at a music festival and other various situations like bike racing, etc;
Thanks again for the nice stuff and sooner or later (sadly later) will do some shopping again.
Anyway, best wishes, great writing and have fun riding.”
As I told Andrei, he clearly deserves congratulations on his induction into the Pretty Boy Modeling Club International, and as far as the photo goes, looks fast as hell from the ankles up.
Anyway, like I noted initially, the Bundepost is ‘pert near bursting, and I feel as though we need to spill some of it out before it leads to endless days of confusion and despondence.
My neurosis is only humorous to me when I’ve clicked over into one of my other personalities.
From Joe of Soulrun tool rolls fame, I got a follow up that could be alternately titles ‘how I should have lost my fingers’;
“Hey Stevil – Thanks for the shout out last week! We were psyched.
Hope your 4th of July was great. Up here in the mountains we celebrate it a bit differently…
There was a no-chain-downhill race, which caused carnage for one. Followed by tiny bike racing and somehow everyone ended up chopping wood.
Obviously riding tiny bikes would result in wood chopping, it stands to reason, because… nature.
From Christian, I received a one-two punch of ‘what the hell am I doing with my life?’
This is Christian – One of Sally’s cohorts that you rode/drank with last weekend.
Wanted to send you a bike video with drinking, riding, corruption and rad scenery…probably not what you’re expecting, but thought I’d throw this your way in case you missed it;
It’s at the Bicycle Film Fest, so you might see it if you’re in NYC this weekend for that.
Good drinking with you…and riding bikes.
Now, obviously this was sent to me shortly after my return from Seattle, but due to other things filling the posts in the meantime, I never got around to making it available for public consumption. That said, I did watch it as soon as I received it, and immediately at its conclusion, I realized I’ve not done jack shit with my life.
Kyle is to me what I’d imagine Steven Segal is to chubby guys with weird hairlines who have delusions of grandeur and yellow belts in karate.
At one point somewhere during the fifth day with no human contact, and only a remotely vague idea of where on the planet I was, I do believe I would have had a complete nervous breakdown.
But whateves- Shortly after watching that video I went on a hike in the Oakland Hills… By myself…
Arybody got they own kind of epic adventure. Kyle’s just happens to put everybody else’s to shame.