It me, though.

Man, things were going pretty well until I got home.

In the last couple of posts I’ve made mention that I was dealing with a mystery ankle ailment. As soon as I got back from my travels I made an appointment with my hot doctor (who also happens to be an ultra runner), and immediately she scheduled an x-ray, but surmised that I had tendonitis.

How I came to have tendonitis in my ankle still remains a bit of a puzzle to me, but I followed her lead and began scarfing down a mixture of steroids, and herbal remedies. Then, as I was settling in for a at least a couple of weeks off all of my fun-time activities, I developed a tiny tickle in my throat. “Uh oh”, I thought.

Seeing as I just enjoyed an entire twelve hour day of masked travel, (save for a breakfast burrito in the Las Vegas airport), I should tread on the side of caution, and take a Covid test just in case, and maybe two to be sure;

Shit.

Two and a half years, and I’ve skated by wholly untouched by the dreaded plague, and I set foot in the Las Vegas airport one time, and I get it.

It just figures.

Five days in and I feel fine. A little congested, with a mild cough. I can’t tell the difference between this and a normal travel day cold, so I guess that’s a blessing, but I do miss getting to go outside and frolic with one of my six friends.

All in due time, perhaps.

In the meantime, I got a new run of both the white and black gloves in stock, did a mini-push on the IGs and immediately almost sold out of everything;


On the chance that you might have paws of a small or XS size, I do still have both styles in stock.

Fall time is upon us, and you’ll need gloves to keep your hands warm, and to also be protected from pumpkin spice everything.

Even though it’s considerably less exciting, I would also like to mention that I have a whole new shipment of the ever-popular Thrøw Rägs in stock;

I love these things a ton, because I have long carried one as a bit of a security blanket in my left rear pocket. Maybe I need to dab up a spill, or maybe I need to wipe nervous sweat from my brow, or maybe I need to wind it up and snap the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost out of one of my friends’ ass cheeks.

After extensive testing in all departments, I can say with authority that you can do it all with one of these.

In other news unrelated to me peddling my own junk, about a month ago, Portland Design Works hooked me up with one of their newish cargo nets for my also newish Rat King rack (which I wrote about here);

I’ve never had a proper cargo net on a bike’s basket before (only junk bungies and assorted toe straps), and the PDW net makes me feel like a real hotshot;

And if you think this shot was staged, and I don’t actually ride around with some undelivered mail, a drill, a new Respect Women shirt, a bottle of Makers Mark wearing a little sweater, and the very best of all models of Micro Jammer, then you think wrong, bub.

So all of this is to say that if you need a rack/basket combo, hit up Smith at Rat King, and then do what you gotta to get one of these fancy pants PDW nets.

For a limited time, tell them I sent you, and get charged 15% more.

Lastly, but certainly not leastly, would you like to know what Robot’s and my thoughts are regarding trail etiquette?

Of course you wouldn’t;

Unless you would, in which case I proudly present to you the 47th episode of our marginally entertaining podcast.

And it’s with that, I will return to the drudgery of cleaning up my own messes, periodic napping, and awaiting either getting better, or being carried away by angels… Whichever comes first.