Before we get into anything, I’d like to re-post this video that I had here this weekend, because I think it’s sublime;
The Kid knows a thing or two about curbs.
And with that I’d like to address a murmuring I’ve caught wind of over the months.
To paraphrase- “Does that guy even do anything about bikes anymore? It seems like he’s all just about skateboards.“
To that I say “doy“. Of course I do. Since having made this declaration, and re-embracing that which I’ve loved for so long, it’s simply just an additional component of the dialog. Personally, I don’t consider myself a cyclist, or a person who makes art, or a skateboarder, or apply any labels, nor should you, nor should any of us. From my perspective, we’re people who like to do fun stuff, and it doesn’t really go much beyond that.
And speaking of rollerboards, in organizing my bomb shelter this past weekend, I noted that I have a super short stack left of the decks I made in collaboration with NowheresvilleSF;
When applied to one’s urban environment, should look like this;
And sometimes like this;
And sadly, sometimes like this;
If any of those images speak to you, get on one of our decks sooner than later, because once they’re gone, they’re gone for good.
So the upshot of the whole thing is that wheeled toys are awesome. Why, for the first time in four weeks, yesterday I even got the opportunity to get wrapped up in my spanking new 2016 AHTBM stretchy suit and get out for a real, honest to goodness spin through a maddeningly green landscape;
It was a perfect break between dicking around on the computer and dicking around on the computer.
Thankfully, though I half expected it, the ride didn’t end with a trip to the ER.
I always have tomorrow.
But circling back around to things that aren’t gone for good, but probably should be, the following flyer was recently brought to my attention by someone who most likely would prefer to remain anonymous;
As I understand it, the alternative name for the event involved something about heckles that will be heard around the world.
As it stands currently, all I can hear are foreheads being slapped.
And now to gracefully transition to more news of dumb people doing dumb things, as well as heartily slapped foreheads, from El Hefe I was turned on to the following bit about millionaire playboy gun enthusiast nimrod Dan Bilzerian riding a bike from LA to Nevada for a bet;
“Bilzerian says he plans to spend around $125,000 on equipment, chase vans and support staff including bike techs, a doctor, two chefs, trainer, masseuse and an assistant. Win or lose, he’ll give $25,000 to Armstrong’s child-cancer charity, and if he’s victorious, he’ll use $350,000 to cover a recent poker loss.”