At the tail end of last week, I sat down and emailed each person who has a pending Hessian Obsession shirt order with the following information;
Good day and hello,
Ooh boy, running a small business can be a real daunting process. Especially when you have an order of shirts that’s been pending as long as our Hessian Obsession shirt has.
I heard back from my screen printer today and he’s super embarrassed. Between personnel and vendor issues, and various other perils associated with running a large automated screen printing shop, our little order (while not forgotten) remains pending. He offered a refund, which I declined, just because I really want to see these become a reality.
I can’t express how much I appreciate everyone’s patience with this whole process. For all the pre-order projects I’ve done thus far having only one get this balled up is a pretty good ratio I suppose, but I still hate testing the faith of customers who put theirs in me.
Thanks again for the patience, and we’ll get this buttoned up eventually.
I include this in the top of today’s post in an effort to get this information spread out as far and wide as I can. While I understand that my screenbprinter’s embarrassment is no problem of my customers, nor are the personnel or vendor issues, they become my customer’s problems when their hard earned coin gets tangled up in a snafu like the one we have here.
Over the nearly 15 years of launching joints like these, I’ve mostly gained the trust of people who order product not to take their dough, scamper off to Costa Rica and open an ex-pat bar called ‘Margaritaham’. (Like Margaritaville, but without all of the legal snags.)
I have each of the orders printed, and organized by size sitting clipped together to the left of my desk, staring at me each and every day. Nobody on this earth wants those gone more than I do.
I will get these out ads soon as humanely possible.
As always, I sincerely thank you for your time and consideration on this matter.
So, how was everyone’s weekend?
Fulfilling, I hope.
I did not a lot short of some poontanging around with some nonsenseicans.
So, after last week’s single speed shakedown ride;
-I reached out to Jay Sycip at ye olde King headquarters to ask if they might still have a 20 or 21 tooth cog kicking around I could procure, which thankfully he did;
It turns out 34:17 was a bit too tall for regular fun in these parts so I appreciated Jay’s consideration. Historically 34:18 has been more my jam, but then again, I’m no longer a spring chicken, so any leg up I can get is appreciated.
It reminded me of a time at which I raced the Sea Otter Classic on a Retrotec cross bike. It was the first and only time I raced as an official entrant (complete with a NORBA card and everything). I don’t remember specifics, but I do remember it being incredibly difficult, sitting on the the back of the Rock Shox truck with Kelly Mack afterwords, gobs of poison oak, and JMac eventually giving me a ride home.
A few days later I took note that at some point my standard 18 tooth freewheel got swapped with a 16 which ultimately explained why I was so broken off after my 36 mile odyssey. I no longer have the bike but the bitchin Phil Woo builds triple cross tied and soldered wheels built around a set of Campy sheriff star track hubs are still on my Circle A;
The following photo by John Shafer obviously isn’t the Sea Otter Race in question, but does depict said wheels in action, and carrying a hapless pilot to an undeserved victory;
Thankfully the aforementioned freewheel is long fucking gone.
Thus concludes everything that can currently be said about single speeding from this corner of the playground from 1999’s 25th fastest single speeder IN THE WORLD.
I haven’t yet gotten around to getting the tattoo, but I will eventually.
And now, with the curtain falling on today’s post, I’d like to direct your attention to the 114th episode of the Revolting podcast;
Is Robot really cheery, and I can barely put a sentence together?