The feel good hit of the week.
If you haven’t yet watched the above embedded video, then stop reading right now, and do it.
It’s ok, I’ll wait.
Cranpa shot me a text a fee days ago with that link, and I can’t get enough of it.
The say when God closes a door, She opens a window, and with the shuttering of his beloved FBM imprint a few years ago, it would appear as though Rad Share is blossoming into the biggest, most beautiful open window imaginable.
Moving on-
So, you know how podcasts are the thing that all the kids love these days? Well, I might have mentioned this previously, but with the support of The Cycling Independent , Robot Lewis and I have been doing one together for the last couple of months, and if you’d be interested, the second episode was just published here;
I promise as they go, they get better. I mean, when you’re at the bottom of the ladder, there’s nowhere to go but up.
In an as-of-yet released episode, Robot band I chat about music, at which time I may have mentioned my penchant for bands with only two members. Big Business, DFA 1979, Two Gallants, Black Cobra, Black Pistol Fire, Black Keys, Hall and Oates, etc.
In response he learned me about ’68, which is just about all I’ve listened to since;
“I’ve got a back pocket full of riffs” indeed.
If being introduced to ’68 is the only thing I’ve gotten out of doing a podcast with Robot, it would still be worth it, and you’re welcome.
Now then… As we all know, cyclocross season is right around the corner, unless the great unwashed masses have their way, in which case we’re about to face another year of locked down isolation.
If we indeed are headed to the former, then some of my Hodala compatriots struck while the pudding was hot this weekend, and got in a smidge of honest to god training;
Only one of us crashed in the middle of an intersection, and it wasn’t me.
Later in the evening we wound up at a place that happened to have three flats of Oly left, and being the sly dogs we are, opted to save the cans for ourselves so that we could eventually get custom crocheted caps made;
There are those who try to be as dashing as us, and those who have given up immediately because they know the dream can’t be achieved.
When the hats land, it’ll be a dark day for both sets.
Now in closing, I’d like to share a video and link that Chad sent me way back in October, and I’m just getting around to sharing it now because I don’t have my shit together like, at all;
If that doesn’t offer you a bit of meditative bliss, then perhaps you’re just one of the unlucky ones for whom there’s no hit that’ll feel good.
RVA FTW! It has been amazing to watch how cycling has grow in Richmond and the many interesting outlets it has produced. It remains a favorite city of mine for this and for being home to my alma mater of VCU forever ago. I’ve been to Gillies Creek, which is badass, but additionally there are miles of trail networks surrounding it as part of the James River Park System, both legit and less so that also rule.
I’m really digging ’68, thanks for the intro!
Oh man, that’s a sweet Aussie beer can hat with the Tooheys Draught and Reschs Pilsener cans (and Tooheys Old on top) but I can’t say I’d ever seen Ace Lager… but it makes me pine for Australia in the 80s!
And, Lightning Bolt and 68 in the same week? My ears are at capacity.
You might want to add Mr. Airplane Man to your roster of great two person bands. I saw them play a long time ago and they didn’t pull any punches due to the crowd outnumbering them by one.
Had an old indigenous man in a crocheted Bud can hat one time sing a native blessing g upon me and all I knew was he had a crocheted Bud hat. Vid is rad as hell.
A lot of what you listen to is a little hard for my taste but the 68s are right on target; thanks for the intro.
Dude! ’68 is the business. Thanks!!!