Before we get into anything, I’d like to extend my most sincere wishes for any and all people reading these words that you have the most spectacular year yet. I won’t jinx it by saying something along the lines of ‘it’s not like it can get any worse’, because as a realist, I know that it most certainly can. I just hope that it’ll inch back the dial to the better side of things.
I don’t know about y’all, but at the strike of midnight this year, I was absolutely sweating my busted ass off cleaning up after a bunch of drunks at my random job where I alternate between bar-backing and physically ejecting drunk children into the cold, dark night.
I bristle when I’m called the bouncer, but I guess that’s part of the job requirement, and only once have I choked back the urge to beat the absolute shit out of a patron, so I guess contrary to the adage, you actually can teach an old dog new tricks.
Oh, and by the by, Joey, (who I will reference again momentarily) recently presented me with this;
For those who can’t read autograph, this is Mark Price from Archers of Loaf, who as I mentioned in this week’s episode of Revolting (which I will also link momentarily) wrote the song that this very site is named after.
Weird, small world, huh?
Anyway, right quick, I’d like to throw this up;
I’m glad I finally found somewhere to put that.
Hey, did any of y’all that SRAM’s reinvented the wheel again?;
A buddy of mine who works at a prominent bicycle company leaked that this was in the works to me months ago, and I almost brushed it off as a fever dream until now.
Do we need another standard? No, but I still think it’s pretty cool looking.
In the world of things getting catastrophically broken, I’d like to tell a fun story regarding my beloved tiny truck. So, the other day Joey, (yes, this Joey);
Joe, and I skedaddled off to the woods to do a little toy truck rip. Right out of the gate Joey opted to do a hill climb, which resulted in his rig taking a tumble and breaking his axle or a shock mount or something.
Then, just a short time later I was walking along a ridge trail, and got tangled up in a spiney vine which momentarily distracted me long enough to loose control of my truck, sending it careening off of a 30 foot cliff (in scale terms, it was a 300 foot cliff.) I thought I might be able to gas it out and salvage the crash, but upon climbing back down the hill saw that I bent a tie rod, and broke a linkage and trailing arm;
Sadly, I didn’t get any footage of it, but I did get a nice clip of the calm before the storm.
Sad face, but I have new hardware en route, so hopefully I’ll be up and running again soon.
Though to celebrate the final day of the year, Donkelope Bikes Greg and I got after it in a little shakedown ride to see the current king tide;
I somehow have knack to find the one route that’s so muddy it’s practically under water.
I hear tales of loamy hero dirt, and so on, but every time I go out I find nothing but soup.
Now, before I take my leave, and speaking of winter riding, I’d like to give you the brand newest episode of Revolting;
We might be old, but at least we have that.