Church for shut-ins.

To me, Dr. Brege has a bit of a Rodney Dangerfield thing going for him;

I’d bet that Rodney would make church a little more fun anyway.

I first learned of the term ‘shut-in’ from this program, which when I was a kid was a fellow draped in robes at a pulpit in front of a green screen depicting an array of church interiors.

I never understood why they just couldn’t find a church to film at, but that’s neither here nor there, plus I digress.

The point is, up until then, I didn’t know what a shut-in was, and until I started building model cars, (eight days ago) I didn’t know what it was like to be one;

On Monday Jake left a comment critisizing the accuracy of the motor I was building. This is fair enough.

But to Jake’s point, in my life I’ve owned and worked on (to any degree) two cars, one being a 1970 Volvo, and one being a 1984 Toyota pick up. What I know of muscle cars I’ve gleaned from friends, magazines, or half of the TV shows that existed through the 70s.

But I’ll be damned if I’m not really enjoying this process. I probably have one more in me before I decide to blow the paint out of my nose and go rejoin the other kids outside. With four of my ten fingers currently wrapped in bandaids, they certainly will be better off for it.

Even still, at the conclusion of each build, I pretty much have this exact same reaction;

But while I’ve been inside, hunched over a table gluing tiny things to even tinier things, some really good people in the Boston area went above and beyond to help me out after my most recent unscheduled trip to the ER;

The fact is, for my benefit, some folks that I do know, and a whole lotta folks that I don’t got together and rode bikes around the woods like blind people;

I learned what I could from folks’ various updates, but thankfully Stuntmonkey Matt got in touch with a few words on the matter, so it’s almost like I was there;

Hey man,

The Stevil Shred ride was a huge success;


I dumped a bunch of photos I snapped over on the event site. Feel free to use them if you’d like them for any internetting, art projects, or weird basement rituals.

I should note that if someone is living vicariously through the pictures, it looks like we did more standing around drinking beer in the woods than we did riding;


Maybe some of us did, but by the end, our group logged 52-some-odd-miles of mixed terrain, with only a couple of low impact crashes, relatively zero mechanicals, and only one security guard called the police as we rolled through (what I think) was a retirement home’s property. Great day, all in all. I hope what we raised is enough to offset some of your medical burden & will raise your spirits;



We’re glad to have done it. Chip is really the dude to thank, I believe it was his grand idea. I’m happy just to have partaken.

Why, even Chip himself penned some words and made with the contact;

Stevil!

They came, the saw, they shredded. And drank beer. And destroyed bikes. Although no bodies were broken that I heard of so that is a good thing!

Cheers and I hope you felt some of the radness and good vibes we sent your way from the east coast!

Here is a little ditty about my personal rolling thunder on bikes with some friends.

CB

I’m honored, and humbled beyond description. As I noted in a mass message to all involved, though I would really like to spend the funds raised on model cars, it will go to physical therapy and training in an attempt at whipping my busted ass old caracas into some semblance of its former glory.

As a side note, I previously mentioned that I shipped a big batch of goods out to support the raffle, not the least of which was my original Zank SSCX series drawing;

I sent it on the 22nd, and as of now, apparently it’s just getting to Massachusetts, so thank you USPS, for making me look like a bigger asshole than usual.

It’s impossible for me to adequately thank Chip, Michele, Thom, for organizing, and all who came out to ride bikes and get drunk for my benefit.

We really have an astoundingly generous, creative and fun loving community here and for that I am supremely thankful.

There’s not much left to say about that but I am forever in their debt, and amen.