Picking myself up and dusting myself off.
I’ve used this image for intros in two other posts over the last seven years, and I wouldn’t again if it just didn’t continue to be so goddamned appropriate.
Hello, and good morning.
Try as I might to get back on track with nice bikes, good times and bad beer, as I maneuver under clouds of nonsense governmental propaganda, and an incoming garbage fire who happens to have a lower approval rating than any incoming president in decades, I find that I can’t quite keep ahold of the reins.
If this was happening almost anywhere else in the world, I think I might even find it funny. He refers to himself in the third person, for Christ’s sake.
Who does that?
It shouldn’t come as news to anyone that I loathe The Dumpster. His condescension is stupefying, but as I’ve said before, it’s not always the utter insanity that cascades out of the grotesquely pustulating abscess he calls a mouth that is most surprising to me. It’s the legions of people who defend it;
Would you like me to tell you how I really feel?
And I’m not going to debate with people on how corrupt the Clintons are, or that during the last year of Obama’s presidency, The U.S. dropped 26,171 bombs in seven separate countries. I’ve got that.
I’m talking about the unqualified, thin-skinned, narcissistic, sexist, xenophobic lump of trash stuffed into an ill-fitting human suit who now leads the free world.
We were in the frying pan, but now we’re very literally in the fire, and there’s but one thing that can save us;
Anyway, for your listening pleasure, I’ll now offer up the first of what assuredly will be scores of efforts in tribute to His Heinous;
And this is just the start.
In all seriousness, in light of what we as a human race have to face, I’ve found inspiration, and direction in this article which I whole-heartedly encourage people to read and follow through upon, because who we are and the dreams we possess are the two thing that defines us and can never be compromised.
Now that I have all of that off of my chest, we’ll get on to the standard array of that in which you may have come to engage, the first being an example of the kids being alright;
Oh, to have the knees of a youth again.
And speaking of knees, after having done a super number to mine a year and a half ago, I was quite interested when I came across this;
That was my experience on the nose.
I blew my leg out, and shingles followed soon after.
Having come across this scenario, I’m curious if other people have experienced the same.
Because it suuuuuucccckkkkeeedddd.
And also perhaps because misery loves company.
Unrelated to that, I got a message from a friend Down Undah regarding spreading the word and raising whatever monies they can for an upcoming women’s ride, which he elaborated on like so;
Hey Stevil,
I’m hoping to procure some shameless promotion for a cause that is not shameless at all, in which I’m not really even involved.
I live in Australia, and statistically, half the population of Australia is female, which I’m led to believe is not a statistical anomaly. We’re shit at organizing womens rides, so much so that our main cycling lobbying group (Bicycle Network) has decided to organize a Womens only ride, call The Ascent;
Thing is, they’ve done it in a crowd funding format. (At this point, I can go into a rant as to how shitty it is for them to make their womens ride crowd funded when their other rides are funded through corporate sponsorship but that’s beside the point…)What’s important is that pledges finish in 8 days and all they need to do is raise a measly $195,000 (Australian Dollaroos) to make it all happen.
I worked in a shop with Vida a few years ago and we’ve been mates since;
I was the incompetent manager and she was the way smarter salesperson. She’s as rad as they get and like me, has a passionate dislike of corporate bicycle marketing, and an endearing love of bicycles. This ride is symbolic for a lot of people and any support would be appreciated.For the record, I bought a bunch of stickers off you last year then realized I didn’t have anywhere cool to put them. My Kia Minivan scares the shit out of Kindergarten mums.
Kindly,
Jack.
So there you have it. Though I was once accused of being a component of keeping women out of cycling (and I thank my lucky stars I always have that link to refer to), in truth, for my entire life I have been a huge fan of them.
So here is to the Ascent growing a spectacular set of wings, (as well as raising $133,000 in the next four days), and becoming one of the world’s premier women’s rides.
It’s with that final bit of news that I will now reclaim my position in the dirt, and prepare to continually dust myself off for at least another four years.
Rollins! http://www.laweekly.com/music/henry-rollins-trump-is-going-from-grabbing-pussies-to-being-one-7621064
Whenever I see an image of one of Trumps supporters like the one above, I think about that scene in The Road where the kid, after his dad dies, asks the Drifter played by Guy Pearce, “are you one of the good guys? Are you carrying the fire?”
You either get it, or you don’t (thanks Frank).
Keep carrying the fire Stevil.
Keep on doing what you do. It is so important now more than ever. You are a light in the world! And I’m going to get a shingles shot.
MomSue
If I could trade knees with you I would because I’m sure you used to be a better bicyclist than I’ll ever be. ?