Relapse on the repeat.

Because I spent the better part of the last two days riding bikes, and hunkered down in my studio, it seems as though I kinda blew it when it came to writing today’s post.

There sometimes just aren’t enough hours in the day, you know?

So in light of this, I’m gonna fire off a couple of repeat notifications, with a sprinkling of remaining slivers of information I have tucked away in my brain.

Firstly, tonight is that Paul Component Engineering throw down at Mission Workshop’s San Francisco location;

If by chance, you can’t make it, you can tune in on the internets a catch a live feed. You can Tweet in your questions or whatever. Have you ever wondered if Paul’s refrigerator is running, or if he has pop in a bottle?

You can find these things out.

I’ve been told that when the time comes, (6-9 pm, Pacific time), it can be found here, but we’ll just have to wait and see what the tech gremlins have to say about that.

I also mentioned in this post that my old Pal Dannyboy went and busted his wing a few weeks back whilst out and about on a ride of the mountain bikecycling sort.

Because he makes a living as a tattoo artist in one of the most expensive cities in the world, he obviously is currently in a bit of a bind. luckily we have a good group of folks who look out for one another, and on Sunday from 1:00 to 9:00 at Let It Bleed tattoo shop, we’ll be having a fund raiser to help the old bean out;

Tattoos from commemorative broken arm flash, hoodies, t-shirts, and other various bits and pieces of merchandise will be available throughout the day.

Or if you just want to swing through, eat some snacks, nurse a beer, and toss a five spot in the bucket, all folks who’d like to show will be welcome.

Not having to do with the last thing, or the next thing to any degree, it’s been brought to my attention several times that being faced with a a meeting of white nationalist (small w, and small n) this weekend, San Francisco residents are utilizing their own dog’s crap to combat it.

It’s about time dog walkers did something with their shit besides leave it on the trail;

Anyway, between that, and the ‘Adopt A Nazi fund raiser‘, I reckon those virgin douchebags and their stupid haircuts will have a fine time in the city by the bay.

In industry news, I’ve recently come to learn that young Joey, (pictured here);

-from Indigenous Wheel Company went all legit and got himself a physical space in which to ply his craft;

Joey is a crackerjack wheel builder, and I can say this with authority as I’ve been beating the living crap out of a set he built for me and my handsome purple Hunter;

In the time that I’ve had these I’ve not had to lay a single wrench upon them.

If you might should find yourself in need of a set of custom wheels, maybe give Joey a call and see what he can do for you.

Though my personal seal of approval might not be worth much, I give it to him without reservation.

Finally, in closing I’ll include an email from Yafro that I received approximately forever ago. Because I’m nothing if not committed to including any and all contact in a far less than timely fashion, I’ll post it up for your consideration now;


This seems like it was made for you;

Except that you’re willing to drink room temp beer.


He’s not wrong on both counts.

And with that, the mail bag is empty, I’m either going back to my studio, or onto my bike, and we can all continue walking in place until Monday.

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One Response to “Relapse on the repeat.”

  1. Mr Anderson August 26, 2017 at 1:33 am #

    Mr. Stevil,

    When I saw that the Good Righteous Dog Owners of the Bay Area had devised a plan to thwart the nazipunks by using the byproducts of dogness, I immediately thought of you and your quest to convince their owners that there is no Poop Faerie ( a belief which I share). Still, I’m glad that the lesser of two evils could be put to good use. This is the world we live in, which is a stark reminder of the less than perfect human condition. I don’t like it, but I’m reassured that at least when a shitstorm is imminent, the wise ones will choose the least worst option. Long may the wheels keep turning. And let’s hope that the good ones are still trying to keep the front wheel aimed on the right path.

    Love from These Antipodes,
    Mr. Anderson