All aboard the time machine.

The time machine reference comes from the fact that I just now (last Tuesday) learned that I wasn’t going to be home until later Sunday (last night), so I had do do what it took to write a post for today (Monday).

Can you dig that?

We actually are living currently both in the past, the present, and the future.

Technology really is something.

Jumping right into matters that matters, for those of us who long for the traditional season during which we can engage in the cyclocrossings, it seems as though there is a kit available help hold us over until winter time comes along again;

The only thing it was missing was a rotating plate of hairy ham with a dollar tucked in it, but I’m sure the next generation CES Home Edition will be flush with updates.

And speaking of living in the past, part of my developmentally arrestedness compels me to do stuff generally embraced by someone considerably less young and broken as myself. One of said things is the act of making little magazines. As a matter of fact, Some older fellas in my high school made the first zine I think I ever saw. It was called ‘Street Shread’ or ‘Slasher Zine’ or some insanely dumb shit like that. Just the same, I couldn’t get enough of it, and it inspired me to make my own, which was called something equally stupid. I never got traction with that project, and it wasn’t until I was nineteen when I began making them with any regularity again.

I’ve made a few different ones over the years, and it’s always been a fairly fulfilling project;

Finding myself recently with ample free time, and a project with which to include it out lurking on the horizen that is so amazingly cool, you all will probably want to buy hats so as to hold on to them when it drops, I have begun number 3.5;

For folks who are curious about number two, there never was one. I got confused because I started on zero. Perhaps if we’re lucky number two will arrive somewhere between number 3.5, and 4.5.

Anyway, the new issue will be only slightly better than number zero;

And will be tons better than number one;

As a matter of fact, I still have approximately thirty eight copies of issue number three (the best so far) left for sale;

You should buy one so you have something to read during your next trip to the emergency room.

And speaking of that, I have actually lost count of the number of people who are currently on the injured reserve list. DeMonika thinks I just grasping at straws, but in the last three weeks, I’ve gotten news of at least fifteen of my compatriots who are down for the count.

This of course includes luminaries like Steve Peat and Fabian Cancellara.

At least I’m in good company.

To each and every one of us, I wish us speedy recoveries, and many more years of staying on the winning side of gravity.

From Ghostship Matt, I recieved a good bit of news best read both now, and saved for a rainy day;

“Stevil-

Save this for when you need to counter a “shitty-things-humans-do” news story.

Four years after Fukushima, just one man lives in the exclusion zone – to look after the animals.

Matt”

It’s feel good story wrapped in complete horror.

Not relating to any of that, other than it just being a feel good story, from Jeff at Maximo Supremo residents All City Bikecycles, I got the scoop on a band of Minneapolis ne’er do wells, who in fact, do well;

“Stevil-

We are super stoked to showcase one of the great success’ of the MPLS cycling community and proof positive that a few motivated people can make a huge difference in their local cycling community.

This is the story of Team Koochella and how through their efforts the largest fields of women cyclists ever participated at the NSC Velodrome last summer.

Here is a link to the blog post, and here is a link to the video;

As we feel that this is a story worth sharing, we hope you’ll be stoked on it.

Cheers,
Jeffrey G. Frane”

By featuring that on the site it’s as if I got in my own time machine and traveled to a time when I wasn’t trying to keep women out of cycling.

Doc Brown would be proud.