Whoooowhooo! Here comes the hangover train.
Tina B. modeling the ever popular lady’s hangover sack,
Like I said on Wednesday, I was pretty hammered. So much so that yesterday morning I slept through the second only phone conference I’ve ever been scheduled to take part. That should teach Corporate America™ to take me seriously.
Anyhow, with my mouth full of sand, my nose full of cotton and my head full of angry bees, let’s see if we can’t lasso some semblance of continuity here on ye old AHTBM weblogplosion.
Firstly we will broach the goings on of a company I profiled over a year ago called Alite Design. From the lovely and talented Julie Kim I got a heads up about a topic we had just discussed during a recent visit to their shop that I promised I’d detail if she sent me info.
Which she did and it looks like this;
It’s time… Our warehouse sale is happening 12/6-12/7! Can you help to post in your next upcoming blog?
Come early & invite your friends, we can open for you & your buddies early from 12-2pm too.
Just let me know with how many buddies…..
How many buddies? Uh, is a shit ton a quantifiable amount?
Actually, that’s not true. If all of my buddies were in a room where a phone was ringing no one would answer it. Because I have no buddies.
However, Alite does make some really cool stuff, and if you live nearby and have a penchant for an array of pretty sweet camping goods, stick your head in and see what’s what.
Personally I’m a huge fan of the Cloverware lite set and the Shifter bag, though when I went through I took an especial notice of the Big Oak.
Since I was a little kid I’ve loved camping stuff, and I’m pleased to see a company like Alite producing items that address that particular penchant.
And speaking of camping, Dan, formerly of Nashville, presently of Oakland, came through with a pretty damned ballsy adventure he just recently returned from;
Last week an old buddy of mine and I pedaled from Reno Nevada to Mendocino California on a route with as much dirt as possible. It was by far one of the most physically intense, mind bending, and breathtaking experiences I have ever had.
Why you ask? We’re gunna make it an annual race, with the inaugural event happening around October of next year. The format will basically mirror events like the Colorado Trail race, Arizona Trail race, Trans North Georgia, Tour Divide, etc, a totally self-supported individual time trial. (Seems these things are getting popular). Once we finalize the this route, it can be attempted by anyone anytime, if they have the proper equipment, training, and experience to handle the ride, along with camping at elevation in the middle of nowhere in the high mountains with bears and snow and ice and mountain lions and other things that want to kill you.
As an unofficial challenge, participants are encouraged to finish in the shortest amount of time possible, however just completing the route is reward enough… trust me on this one. In a nut shell, there will likely be a couple people trying to win, everyone else will just be trying to finish.
We have a little more work to do before next spring when we ride it one more time to solidify the course, but plan on about 400 miles, 38,000+ft of climbing, the best people you will ever meet, every type of terrain you can imagine, a Casino, a ghost town, and one of the best bars you’ll close down at night, only to eat breakfast there the next morning.
If you would, spread the werd. This thing is gunna be insane.
That sounds awesome, and also totally horrible. I have a hard time wrapping my mind around a three hour bike race anymore, let alone something of this magnitude, but to each their own, and I suspect all manner of masochist will come out of the woodwork to try their hand at this challenge.
Just as we heard from Dan, we also heard from MAA of the KindHuman megacorporation with just another example of how they’re workng hard to make the world a little bit better a place;
“Hi Stevil, lord of lords, hero to the masses-
I just wanted to share our scholarship search with you. We are hoping to change the perception of sponsorship in cycling. With the help of the global cycling community, to find two rad kids to sponsor through our Take The Lead Cycling Scholarahip for the 2014 season. Would you mind sharing our Facebook contest app with your friends in heroism? Maybe they’ll know a youngin’ we should be supportin’?
Thanks and as always, keep it rad…
Rad is how I like to keep it, but then again, one person’s rad is another person’s sitting around their house in their underwear.
Of course someone who knows a thing or two about that objective is my dear partner in crime, and co-president of the ACHOAC (Awesome Chest Hair Of America Club), Mr. Snakehawk, as proven by a thing he’s involved with which is especially visible;
“Perhaps you’d care to make an announcement for the Jonny Burns of the WTF Kits(dot)com?
It’s a pre-thanksgiving rollaround with give away prizings and happy attitudes/swilling en selle/sprinting for no thing. None. Party pace. He likes the bright clothes. DC area chic, we suppose.
I surround myself with people doing awesome stuff, so I feel less pressure to undertake that responsibility myself.
Finally from Billy I got a shoutout regarding an occurrence set to happen in the Southland this every evening;
“Here is a little slice of awesome from Chrome. Amanda is out in LA making deems come true. You know, bikes and art and partying. All of which should bring a smile to your face. The opening party and photo exhibit is tonight, hoping you could give this a little love;
If you happen to be drunk or engaging in other fun activities this is going on all month, any love is good love from you man.”
So there you have it. Nearly all the news that’s fit to print.
It’s with that, that once again I must notify you I will be abandoning my post here and will resume with a feast for eyes and souls on Wednesday, November 27th just in time to give thanks and dole out an abundance of virtual Alka-Seltzer and vitamin C.
I am your buddy and just wanted to let you know I would answer the phone if in the room with you. Looking forward to riding together soon.
If you and all your buddies were in a room (I’d like to think I’d be there. We’re buddies right Steve? Can we be friends? Can we?) and a phone was ringing, we’d all check our pockets and proclaim “It’s not my phone, who’s damn phone is that ringing anyway? It’ll stop eventually, just ignore it.”.
Don’t know where you’re going, but Monster Magnet is playing here in Seattle tonight! BAM.
I always wondered if we were friends. Now I know the truth. Hurts a little. Not as much as my broken collar bone. Time for another dose.
Knowing that I have buddies who dare claim to fill that role makes me realize that once again, my self deprecation is wrongish.
I often trip on my Hangover sack.
Not as much fun as getting on board The Drug Train, but hey, pick yer poison.
Fun on a Friday night
Angus Turkeypants is my new online nick name!