Like in Wednesday’s Mail Bag offering, I have a great deal more information sitting at my finger tips, some of which was sent to me from kindly readers, and some of which I’ve come across on my own, while sitting in a trance in front of my computer.
Because it’s these generally unrelated items that build the very foundation of this site, and likewise, will ultimately get lost in the frenzy of complete disorganization that is my life, I will take today and divvy them out, like so many playing cards, or if you will, servings of yam and collared greens.
As we’re all aware, ’tis smack dab in the middle of the beginning of cyclocrossing season, and because of this fact, shutterbugs all across the land are snapping hero shots faster than you can say “I have a brand new Facebook profile pic“. One of said shutterbugs is a fellow named Liam Gilson who made contact last week with an array of some of his current work;
You might be interested in these photos I took at the MN state CX championships back in November. Weather was classic Minnesota:
Seriously- look at those poor fucks.
At the risk of busting myself as a total fraud, I never raced cyclocross when I lived in Colorado, and only discovered the discipline’s existence in 1993 after having moved to the Bay Area. I’ve raced in freezing sleet once in Portland in 2008, so what these pictures depict is as alien to me as life on another planet.
I’ve poured over Liam’s portfolio however, and I can safely say that I don’t feel as though I’m missing out on anything.
From Cranpa of FBM I received two emails detailing two entirely different kinds of bikes, yet both beating with the same heart;
We are pre booking a new bike project at FBM via Kickstarter (not asking for donations…)
Assuming you dont think thats a weird thing to do for a tiny ass, broke as fuck bike company to do, would you be into sharing this?
If not, WEED!
Hopefully you can appreciate this edit! Its heavy;
Plus its the least cool thing on the internet currently in pop culture cycling current events.
I’m going to get coffee!
– wu tang cran”
Cranpa is one of the hardest working people in the business.
Now, for those who’ve spent any amount of time on this site knows, I don’t much care for bike art, and I do very much care for art that doesn’t suck. Well, it was last week while trolling the Art Crank Twitter feed that I came across the work of a fellow named Mr. Baker whose work, while sometimes involving bikes, exists a million miles away from sucking;
I’ve long been a huge fan of an illustrator/comic book artist by the name of Brian Biggs and two books he did called Dear Julia, and Frederick and Eloise;
I could get lost in these two fellow’s drawings, and the narrative that they possess.
I see a vey agreeable connection between these two fellow’s styles which I hope the esteemed readership will appreciate.
In other forms of art that doesn’t suck, this coming Sunday will have the third running of the Una Pizza Bike Show;
A whole big group of us will be meeting at Una Pizza Napoletana in San Francisco at 9:00 the morning of the show to do a slow roll around the city, before returning back there to fill up on custom bikes, meticulously crafted pizzas, and camaraderie galore.
I know I’ve been the first two years (though I’ll be damned if I can remember anything about last year) and my brain meat indicates that they are always a good time.
Nearly lastly, Chris from Maximo Supremo resident Motofish Images (slash) Motofish Coffee notified me that they are rolling out some ultra badassery with their newest project- The Motofish Stoemper;
Stoemper do make some lovely bikes for certain, and if this is a thing you can’t live without, all the details can be found here.
Before we part ways, I’d like to once again remind you that there is just nine days left in the current order window for the 2015 All Hail The Black Market kit;
Personally, I don’t have any money since I spent my remaining dollars on the new Blue Collar threads, but I suspect if I sweet talk the good people at Voler, maybe they’ll hook me up with a set that they pulled from the dumpster or something, at which point I will be a feast for the nose(s) as well.