I began today’s post looking for an image of a sandwich shaped like a T. In doing so, I reflected on a recent conversation with someone who’d never heard of a ‘Luther Burger’, and so I instead went in that obscene direction. For the sake of full disclosure, I’ve never eaten a Luther Burger, nor do I have any interest. As a matter of fact, I’ve been pretty well off the meat for a few years, though still have no trouble punching a glazed donut right in its delicious little face.
Moving on to matters of wellness real quick- It was in this post when I’d mentioned being saddled with what at this points stands at two weeks of headaches. Some days were bad, and some days were unbearable, and in the full span, I only had two days when I felt somewhat normal. People were throwing every possibility at me, including allergies.
After a bunch of reading, chatting with a naturopath/acupuncturist friend of mine, actually listening to my body, and ultimately a few days of trial and error, I think I finally figured out what was going on.
So, when you’re stressed, your body creates extra cortisol, and adrenaline. Depending on how you’re wired, your body can hold onto that in your system until the threat is gone, and the fight or flight response has settled down. Because I’ve basically been fueled on cortisol and adrenaline for the last several months, it was only a few days after Monika’s departure from Washington state (and the first time I’d had a chance to exist out of under the could of stress, sadness, and anxiety for twenty-four months), my liver began processing those hormones, and with the addition of alcohol (and not much, aside from a few beers, and a little bit of wine over a few days), the rampant toxins aggravated my nervous system (my Vagus nerve, specifically) , and bingo-bango? My head feels like it’s collapsing in on itself.
I upped my leafy greens, (and despite my initial declaration about meat) ate some for the first time in ages for a quick boost of iron, began a course of a liver support supplement, almost doubled my daily intake of water, of course cut out alcohol of any sort, and just like that, the headaches were gone.
So the upshot from all of this is listen to your body, because besides your mom, nobody knows you better than you do.
Anyway, with my clumsy assumption of how physiology works behind us, let’s get right into the thick of things, starting first with a pretty amazing piece I just found on Cycling Tips by James Huang, in which he tracked down former Jericho Bikes Impresario Josh Ogle to find out what he’s been up to for the last fifteen years. It turns out, quite a lot;
I knew Josh reasonably well back in his days in the Bay Area. As a matter of fact, I first met him as Scott Berg, Robert Ives, and I walked into the 1996 Interbike show with the first Blue Collar frame, and as we passed, he complemented us on the flame downtime gusset. It was with that I got a hint of how critical his eye for detail was. His bikes were things of beauty, and we had some good times together. Obviously in the years since, I’ve mostly lost track of him, but it did my heart really good to find that he’s healthy, and happy, and still making cool stuff for an appreciative audience.
For the makers in my life, I couldn’t hope for anything more than that.
Moving from good people who make good stuff, to good people who get good stuff made, the Maestro from the Midwest, Kevin of The Good Problem fame got in touch regarding a kit project that the clock is ticking on;
Writing to say I love you, and miss you. And congrats on your move. Change is hard, but if it’s gonna be hard, you might as well be someplace Bellingham. Get loamy, my dirt bombing friend.
I’m also writing to let you know that I’ve made some Good Problem cycling clothing. Well … I’ve designed some Good Problem cycling clothing. Well … my friend Jesse helped me design and make some Good Problem cycling clothing.
I just wanted new shorts, but I went down a weird Euro vortex, and some immeasurable amount of time later, this is what happened.
It’s a pro-level kit born from a hometown collaboration between The Good Problem and Champion Systems— A tribute to the center of the ’70s and ’80s professional cycling universe, built upon vague memories of Winning Magazine, “Wide World Of Sports” broadcasts, and anchored heavily in the French side of our hero-worship fantasy league.
A ménage à trois homage (homage à trios?) to GAN-Mercier, COOP-Mercier, and the coolest TDF leader’s jersey, the polka dotted King Of The Mountains maillot grimpeurs. It’s a simple, highly technical collection, and it’s available for pre-order until April 14th.
To get into the store, you have to use this exact link, I guess;
There are all kinds of other goodies, too: gloves, bibs, rain capes, caps, warmers, hoodies, short- and long-sleeve T-shits, and more;
If’n you or anyone in the world wants a 15% discount code, have them DM me at (at)the.goodproblem or (at)kevinwilkins and tell me what their favorite Devo song is.
Hope you’re finding smooth seas and clear skies.
You got that PMA.
Just so we’re clear, the pre-order on this labor of love that Kevin is putting forth shuts down tomorrow, so if you would like to get in on this, don’t dawdle.
In news of other places where you can spend your hard earned change, (and as was mentioned just last week in this post), it was after a bit of prodding by some individual or another a couple of weeks ago when I placed an order for a fresh batch of spanky top caps for your bikecycling needs;
If you’d like one of these, get on the good foot here, because it will either be real soon, or never again when these will again be available.
I get these from the good head at Kustom Caps so you can rest east knowing they’re made right here in the states by a person who likes bikes as much as you do.
If you like, you can put them on your bike, or keychain, or even your cat;
One place I wouldn’t recommend putting it is in your mouth;
While they’re not specifically for swallowing, and I’d reckon that my lawyer would probably ask that I not even mention it, but I can’t image they’d cause more harm that a Luther burger.