That’s what I do here. I move stuff from one pile, to another and back again. Maybe it will be a pile that someone will find useful, or perhaps not, but as sisyphean an effort is it sometimes is, I will continually come here day in and day out to do it because that’s what I do.
Now then, firstly, and perhaps, most importantly, from Hiroshi Matsumoto of Shimano itself, I received this shebang regarding a new, polished, and supremely limited GRX group, to which I can only say Holy macaroni;
I posted this elsewhere, and of course there were the standard array of nay-sayers, which always confuses me.
Back in the olden times, when Shimano released something new, people were stoked, whether they had any plans to use it or not, because it was always rad.
Maybe you were a died-in-the-wool Campy fan, but you still could nod in approval at whatever Shimano released, because despite the fact that you weren’t gonna ever use it, you knew it was cool.
Now days, anytime Shimano releases anything, people have to pick it apart and show the world how much smarter they are than the engineers who designed it.
When people do this, it tells me two things. They don’t know what they’re talking about, and they haven’t been riding bikes long enough to just be quiet. And maybe as an additional half thing, they’ve been tricked into believing that anything SRAM releases is ever more than an almost fully realized idea.
Anyway, the depicted builds look rad, and though I don’t think the group’s any different than the gun metal/XTR grey, it’s a nod to the polished Ultegra/Dura Ace groups of yesteryear that always sent my short hairs ‘a standing.
And kinda speaking of the GRX group, and drop bar bike riding in general, after three years/two powder coat jobs, a billion tires and brake pads, my GRX/Gravel Alliance Blue Collar bicycle recently got an upgrade in the way of a brand new Whisky fork;
My old ENVE fork was super rad, but the clearance left a bit to be desired, so after scoring the underside of the crown with various bits of mud and debris these last few years, I finally went big and got more room than I could ever use;
In fact, I have a half a mind to stuff a bunch of hotdogs up in there.
Not because I want or need to, but because I can.
Needless to say, I’m more in love with this bike every day, and it’s one I will ride until my shriveled bones extract themselves from my retched form, and take their show on the road.
Moving on to other topics- Last week I was at the Kona Bicycles HQ swapping stories with a couple of friends there, and I began discussing the Shitbike;
One of the young bloods in the conversation hadn’t yet heard the legend, so being a fan of maintaining an oral history, I shared with him the bullet points.
If you might have missed it, and have a passing interest in the bike that inspired a thousand double takes, well, then here you go;
Don’t ever say I never gave you anything that I didn’t already give you two years ago, but as paralyzingly homogenous as the bicycle world consistently (seemingly) strives to be, I feel like maintaining visibility to the stories like this is important. Sometimes occasionally repeating myself is a part of that process.
Moving on to other matters mostly consisting of me keeping my head above water financially for at least another few days- I may have mentioned it previously but this coming weekend I’m taking every single thing from The AHTBM store and will have them all displayed and available at a fun little pop up hosted by Bellingham’s world famous Cabin Tavern;
please swing by have a drink, and slap some hands.
If you are unable, I’m happy to ship you a drink though I can’t guarantee its condition upon arrival.
I also realize the site is totally dragging these days. It’s all a part of rebuilding the e-commerse end of things. It’ll get resolved eventually, but in the meantime, I appreciate your patience.
Finally, I would like to please direct your attention to the newest episode of Revolting;
Like always, I’m just now starting to listen to it, ands so far it’s not terrible.
We talk about bike clothes, and Robot’s dog having horrible breath, and farts, and the standard array of vitally important heavy lifting. I hope that it makes you happier than you were before you started listening to it.