Don’t mind me.


Between studying up on how to survive shingles, not completely come apart at the seams, as well as the ins and outs of how to kill, I recently threw caution to the wind, and made a purchase that I’ve been threatening to for somewhere in the neighborhood of five years.

You see, it was at the first Kona Bikes launch back in 2011 when I opted to not ride a hardtail, or a one speed, or a cross bike, but rather go out of my comfort zone and give my hosts due respect and ride a bike for which they are well known. I was reluctant, because I’ve never cared for said style of bike. Just the same, I found myself on the fond side of it, and began ruminating on the prospect of one day owning one for myself. At various launches and demo days since, I’ve ridden a number of variations of the bike, but it wasn’t until this past summer when I really fell in love and decided that when I had the cash, I’d make the leap.

Clearly this isn’t a decision I’ve taken lightly, as the time it’s taken me to commit has been longer than the time one would spend in jail for running over a cyclist. With that in mind, and a white hot credit card in hand, last week I called Kona HQ, and at long last pulled the proverbial trigger;
I feel like finally after all of these years, I’m a bonafide mountainbikecycler now, and can finally ‘send it’ with my bros while wearing a flat billed cap, and talking about things we’ve read on Pinkbike.

And yeah, I even have a dropper post out there somewhere between Rock Shox and my house, so obviously I’m all in. Though I’ll be damned if I have even the vaguest notion of how to install one. Jumping in the fire feet first I reckon is the best place to start.

It’s truly a remarkable development in my history aboard two wheels, and frankly, one I never thought I’d see take place.

At the rate I’ve been going this year, it’s just a matter of time before it sends me off the side of a mountain to my certain demise.

And speaking of people who have more bikes than they have energy to maintain them, at some point while immersed in the internets, I came across this insane collection of bikes;
The part of me that subscribes to the doctrine of ‘all things in moderation, including moderation‘, finds that collection to clearly be the work of an obsessive. The part of me that has never seen anything like that however, very much would like to.

I’ve heard of similar collections (similarly, not available for public viewing) here in the states, but I’ve never seen them with my own eyeballs.

Perhaps one day when I have a lottery ticket that nets me more than two dollars, (I’m sitting on one of those bad boys right now), the prospect of outfitting a space to showcase just such a collection is a thing that very much appeals to me.

Of course the realization of that project would be taken care of just as soon as I hosted a zero gravity party at which the 1981 version of Van Halen would perform for all six and half of my friends, probably a couple of porn stars just to keep things weird, and myself.

Because the only governor on dreams is you.

Moving on with today’s collection of the banal, Andy came through with a video that settles once and for all the ponderabnce regarding dads being the original hipsters;

And if there was any question;
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It’s pretty clear whose was the greatest generation.

Moving on from hessian dads who are unintentionally cooler than those who try to be, perhaps only one person reading these words might remember a band from San Francisco called Transition;
The fellas in the band were among some of the first people I met upon moving to California in 1989, and we became really good friends. A lot of years have passed, and in some instances, an equal if not greater number of bad decisions have been made since those days.

Despite it all, and really, against most odds, they’ve rejoined forces and for the first time in a very long time have recorded/remastered/released new material;

You might be as excited about it as I am, or you might not care for it at all. Both answers are equally correct.

When it comes to personal taste in clothing, art, bikes, music, or anything in-between, there aren’t any rules.

Clearly those only apply when it involves how to kill.

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13 Responses to “Don’t mind me.”

  1. suede March 7, 2016 at 6:38 am #

    Old man getting soft with the extra squishy, I forgive you.

  2. Gecko March 7, 2016 at 6:56 am #

    This one has thousands of bikes AND is available for public viewing 🙂

    I went, and it’s everything I could have hoped for 🙂

  3. Leif March 7, 2016 at 7:32 am #

    I am just waiting for you to say Dolly Mattison is the Queen.

  4. pedalman March 7, 2016 at 7:59 am #

    Looks like you could open a Wizard staff museum. Mine never seem to survive the ride home. Cheers!

  5. hellbelly March 7, 2016 at 9:33 am #

    Nice get on the Kona. Is that the carbon ’15 Hei hei? A note (warning?) on dropper posts…once you ride with one you’ll not want to ride a trail bike without one. You would not want a mountain bike these days with cantis after you’ve ridden a bike with disc brakes.

    • Stevil March 7, 2016 at 11:42 am #

      It’s the metal ’16. In my mind, metal is better than plastic.

      • Pauliemon March 7, 2016 at 12:57 pm #

        This is true, carbon fiber has no soul.

        • tippycup March 8, 2016 at 4:10 am #

          Ive broken 2 of the metal ones exact same spot. Of course Kona hooked me up no question asked. Looks like they changed the pivot point for rear shock on yours. Maybe they figured it out. Still my favoritist mountainbiking bikecycle ever!!

  6. Scott March 7, 2016 at 7:50 pm #

    On the subject of your double boinger; So Jordi was right all these years. Damn.

  7. Jeff McFarland March 8, 2016 at 6:38 am #

    I picked up a Hei Hei last fall. She is a worthy steed. Be not ashamed of your rear squishy shred machine. You are oldish now and your back will greatly appreciate the purchase.

  8. trama March 8, 2016 at 2:13 pm #

    Fancy springs, rubber dealios, hydraulics blah blah can never go back once you’ve tried discs gimme a break hrrumph. Reinventing the bell too? Cmon jeez

    I rented a super fancy springy one in CO and rode around up and down locked out and dropped etc etc was much fun, it allowed me to crash at a much higher speed than hardtail/cantis.

    • Stevil March 9, 2016 at 5:21 am #

      When I worked at SCB I had a prototype of one of the bikes that I ended up putting about 300 lbs of air in the shock because I hated the way it felt. I’m committed to giving the technology a fair shake now.

      • trama March 9, 2016 at 10:47 am #

        yeah it was a SCB model, very high end 29er…delicious! The rental guys were not overly enthusiastic about swapping the brakes over, (I ride moto) but I’m glad I insisted because DANG those dicks brakes work real good and grabbing a handful of rear to bring the back around and having it actually pipe-clamp the front is a bad ideer. Buddy biffed for real on his and shoved the fancy trigger shifters into his shinbone and bent the crap out of them. Some first aid required. That’s my full boingboing review.