Holy hell, is it Wednesday already? Why, just day before yesterday it seemed like it was Monday and we were doing this exact same thing.
As you do and I do and we do thrice weekly, we have a few items not necessarily of grand importance in the chamber what would like to be shot into space and digested however and in whatever way that it is.
Firstly, back in late October I flounced off to my beloved home state of Colorado for a meet and greet with all manner of squad (part one and two two if you’d care for a perusal). The trip was conceived and executed by Joe and Laura of Soulrun Incorporated and besides all of the other topics we covered, Laura at some point asked if I would care to collaborate on a branded project with them.
“Hell yeah” was my initial response. My mind exploded with possibilities. A man purse? Gators? A utility kilt? A heavy duty Cordura bedazzled headband? I pitched all of these ideas to them when they casually responded that they’d been thinking about the prospect of a shop apron. “Oh yeah… That’d be cool too I guess“, I said sheepishly.
Modeled after an apron that was long used by her grandfather, Laura added a few modern touches to her design and came up with this;
Some like the looped neck, and some prefer the X-ed design. If you’re in the latter camp I’ve heard murmurings that there will potentially be that variation available somewhere on the horizon.
As I sit here and type these words, some long forgotten memories are being stirred. I haven’t worn an apron for years, the reasons for which are three fold. One, I wipe my hands on my pants. Two, I no longer mind being covered in the blood of my victims, and three is that I obviously no longer work in a shop. Way back when, when employed as the assembly manager at Santa Cruz Bikecycles, I wore the hell out of a Ben Davis Teamster apron;
I poked around in my photo albums looking for an action shot of said apron, but for some reason all I have this hyper-artistic/mundane image of it draped over the stand;
I suspect this was shortly after I started working there, because not only are there but about two bikes worth of hardware on the wall, but that little cove wound up collapsing under the weight of posters and stickers, and every other conceivable form of low brow decor.
Anyway, it was shined over with grease, and Loc-tite, and love. That is until my boss, the production manager who was a prankster named Aryeh put patchouli all over it one time. I could never get rid of the stench and ultimately that poor apron had to be destroyed.
Man, I really hate patchouli.
Anyway, perhaps it’s in tribute to my lost smock that I haven’t worn one since. Maybe I just haven’t found one I like as well. M
But maybe I just have.
If you’d like to snag one of these numbers for yourself, the quantity is limited, and they can be found right In Soulrun’s Esty shop.
While I was digging through my photos looking for evidence of my old apron, what should I find but this one of Brian Vernor looking all ripper-ie in the late afternoon sun of seven to ten years ago;
The photos serve as memories, which is good, because I have no physical ability to form them myself.
In news no way relating to Brian, afternoon sun, or anterograde amnesia, off road riders in and around San Diego wanna pay close attention to this;
That right there is a total bummer. I see both sides of the story, because as one who yearns for a bit of elbow room, and has a taste for exploration, the temptation to get lost in all of that glorious open space would be too much to ignore. Just the same, I don’t mess around with the Feds. I’ve never found any component of local or National law enforcement to be terribly understanding of my urge to goof around in nature on a bike. As a rule of thumb, I’d say that flirting with an active military base just seems like a bad idea all the way around.
Anyway, if you yourself are a dirt bikecycler in that region, the SDMBA has the full scoop, and will most likely have the most regularly updated information on the matter.