Back to the salt mines
After hitting the road for a longer span of time than I have for a couple years, and about ten before that, I’m back with a renewed sense of purpose, and at least 150 to 200 hundred words to barf out.
Starting at the top I suppose it might be noteworthy to notify any and all who are interested in the newest AHTBM shirt of the month;
This will potentially be the last in the series, unless there is one that folks would be clambering for. I might even leave the proverbial reservation and make a shirt with a slogan that has yet to be made into a sticker. I’m the captain of this ship, and by god, I’ll steer it into the rocks however ever I please.
If there’s another one that you’d like to see, let me know. Otherwise it’s just gonna be the same old rigamarole, and ain’t nobody got time for that.
Moving on from small business matters to those of much larger entities, over the course of the last few years or so, I’ve backpedaled with some regularity regarding my life-long relationship with Budweiser. First it was the InBev buyout, then it was because the company’s heir seemed like a scumbag, then it was the bowtie can, then it was their rebranding of the beer which is laughable at best.
In light of all of this, I couldn’t in good conscious support them in any form or fashion any longer, and certainly, their current Specialized Bicycles-esque move to squeeze out any alternative beer or craft brewer is the clincher;
Maybe it’s silly to pay such attention to the matter, and there are certainly a number of independent brewers out there that are far more worthy of my support, but I’m a simple fellow who likes a simple beer. ‘Beer flavored water’, some might call it, and I’m ok with that.
This is why I once again note that I’ve aligned forces with Olympia beer, and look forward to a long, fuzzy, and fruitful relationship with them.
Hell- If Amigoman is ok with them, then I am too;
If by chance Oly isn’t available in your neck of the woods, and you have the same taste in beer as I do, (or lack thereof depending on your perspective), then perhaps another brand in the family might be accessible. Papst (the parent company) also makes PBR, (naturally), Jacob Best, Schlitz, Lone Star, Rainier, Schmidt, as well as a host of others. As of last month, Oly even stepped up to advertise on this very site, so if they’re gonna support me, then I’m gonna do my damnedest to return the favor.
And as long as we’re on the topic of friends helping friends who help friends- before I split town, I made mention of a collaborative project I’d completed with a company called Detroit Bikes and the exceptional human beings from New Belgium;
The last I knew, the parts had all just been clear coated, and New Belgium Justin (who probably has a cool nickname like ‘Sticks’, or ‘Tino’, or something because it seems as though everyone at NB has a cool nickname) had picked it up from the powder coater and dropped it off to be assembled at King Cog.
Sure enough, just as soon as I’d returned to civilization, I got a text with snaps of the completed baby;
I’m real happy with how that beast shaped up, and got word that it’s currently off to some photo studio or another to get some glamor shots taken.
If you’d like to keep up to date on this bike as well as the other artists who were suckered into making their eyes crossed and their hands cramped, you can do so here;
I for one am quite excited to see the whole collection in its complete completeness.
Bikes and beer. Ain’t nothing wrong with neither and both, and in my opinion, there’s not much better than either.
Unless of course, you wanna talk about the following clip shot by Chris Greyson which along with beer, involves the other two Bs.
Boards, and blocks;
The very embodiment of Hessian Obsession.
It’s all just almost too much goodness for any reasonable person to handle.
Now, with all of that stimulus floating around in my brain, I’ll don my miner’s helmet and return to the darkness of the shafts in an attempt at dredging up more of the same for another day.
Well shit, I’ve been holding out for a “What Would Danzig Do?” shirt like some kind of asshole.
Speaking of pisswater: https://youtu.be/7GbfiRSTRnw
My life is bitchin’. It would be even more bitchin’ if I had a shirt that indicated to the world that I Wasn’t Born With Enough Middle Fingers.
^^^Ditto on this.
In a world quickly going completely insane, I’m glad I can escape with you, even if it’s only for five or so minutes. Thanks boss.
“Butter is not a snack” PLEASE… guilty of hanging out for such and therefore joining asshole status.
I haven’t had an Oly in years but I think I shall buy a six pack tonight; you are such a good bad influence!
I, too, ass-umed that “What would Danzig do?” was going to make it into t-shirt form. And we all know what happens when you ass-ume. Something to do with asses and shirts. Let’s do it!
Dammitol, I keep forgetting my professional, not pro-hessian-al, headshot shows up on these comments auto-magically. What a nerd.
Lookin’ good – haha!
I needs the Wasn’t Born with Middle Fingers shirt too
That bike looks sweet, amigo!
Here in the anti-poads there is a trend towards beer that tastes like flowers or rainbows or whatever the fuck. So during my sojourn in Texas when my local friend asked me what beer I’d like I chose Lone Star, in a camouflage can no less. Why? Because FREEDOM that’s why. And because I can get shitty fruit beer at home. And while in America I want to drink shitty American beer. I mean, the mind expanding joys of travel, am I right?
And because you know what we don’t have in Australia? Shootin’ beer. Oh sure you can get beer and go shooting if you are so inclined. (Some people may say alcohol and deadly weapons are a bad mix but poo to them. Spoil sports.) But you can’t get beer that no one can see while you’re out shooting. And that to me is representative of exactly what is wrong with this country. No foresight, and more importantly, no FREEDOM to get drunk and kill shit.