Every day is a new opportunity to attempt to avoid a bummer life.
May 07, 2008 by Stevil Kinevil
You know, I think the jig is up. Im a one trick pony, (with not nearly as much to present as this little fellow on the left) and perhaps am the last individual to realize it.
..and you know like they say, sometimes you feel like a nut while other times you dont. After this last end of the month chaos and real life punches to the soul, Ive struggled to get back on the trolly, as it were, in regards to delivering the virtues of avoiding a bummer life but no matter what at least Im not this gal.
but Id like to take a second to proclaim to my friend Matt who passed away this weekend that he was a beautiful man, and I am a lucky person to have been able to call him my friend. Wherever he is Ill bet there are Les Paul guitars and Marshall stacks as far as the eye can see.
I love you Matt.
Rather than fill your eyeballs with words and such, for today Ive taken a trip back through my collection of photos, (most of which were taken by me, and a couple that were not) and Im gonna throw some of them up here because if a picture truly is worth a thousand words, then the following images are worth roughly seventy two thousand...
You know- give or take a few.
Oh, also the first person that can give me the correct number of Swobo brand items depicted herein will win a free Swobo beanie. Now get to the peeping and the counting.
Robert Ives is fond of talking about 'new bike wood', implying of course that when one gets a new bike a certain arousal occurs. The wonderful thing about new bike wood is that its not gender specific as I know many women who experience new bike wood as well. And beyond that, you can even share someone elses. As of right now, I have plenty to go around.
Rolo was getting his weekly Jerry fill on Haight St. this weekend, when he stumbled upon this Courvoisier Sanchez in the window of TRUE . Mista Busta Rymes must have known...
A whole pile of stuff that has nothing to do with anything.
April 24, 2008 by Stevil Kinevil
As youve come to expect from The Bummer Life, more often than not, I just end up digging my proverbial shovel into the info box,and spread the contents around this forum like so much manure. Todays not going to be any different.
Now that I kindof have my wits about me, Id begin to sort out the Sea Otter weekend a little more clearly for you all, but looking back on the report from Monday, there really isnt a whole lot that was left out, so in light of my ace reporting skills, Ill just put up the picture of the S.S. Moonbounce sinking to its dusty grave again cause its so sweet.
The Sea Otter in a nutshell.
Young Hightower and I rode from Santa Cruz to Monterey. At one point while traveling into the constant headwind, I glanced at my computer and I was moving along at 17 miles an hour. I stopped pedaling, and within five feet, was at a dead stop. The wind didnt let up until Sunday morning, I ate bangers and mash with bacon and cheese on it, we drank some beers, and some people rode their bikes. Travis Brown took some single speeders to school, and eventually I tried to get in a gigantic book bag.
And if you had the misfortune of missing it, reading these words and looking at the following images should fill you in on all of the most important items. Ill have a few more in the coming days, but for now, as the title indicates, I am pretty beat up.
I gotta get this posted for our friends The Stomparillaz cause God knows Im not going to be in any kind of shape to report on Sunday night.
Mmmmmmmm....Bacon....
This weekend I received an email from a fellow who just picked up one of our new Dixons. His story is not unlike those that so many of us in traffics trenches have experienced, but the conclusion is one that any of us could only ever hope for.
Max Steele not only has a superhero name, but also obviously has superhero mettle.
I promised the good folks from Bike Works Albuquerque who are organizing this event that Id put this up, but I cant keep track of what date it is from one day to the next. Hopefully some of yall from down Albuquerque way will see this and get to it post-haste.
Should you ever ask yourself what kinds of simple pleasures make my world go round, (and if you do, you really need to read a book or something) one answer would be coming home to find a pair of custom Vans on my doorstep.
Ive said it before- Im a simple person with simple needs.
I mentioned on Monday that I went on a spin through the dreamy Oakland Hills this past weekend, but what I didnt bring up was that I stopped by a rather macabre spot that holds a special place in my heart.
No sooner do I clean out my inbox does it fill back up again..
April 03, 2008 by Stevil Kinevil
I tend to not be a terribly organized individual. I mean I always know pretty much where everything is, but I dont have files, drawers, or boxes for any of it. This is why Im going to turn over my proverbial drawers once again in an attempt to (1) unload a bunch of crap, and (2) seeing as a good bit of what Ive got this time around is event related, I will be notifying folks far and wide of fun things to occupy your idle time with..
Speaking of which, heres a little clip from New Belgium co-staring our boy Scott as the sad, sad commuter.
The little bit that I know for certain is that a fellow Named Joe Lumbroso put this film together and Puppy O'Shaughnessy was like the Kaiser Sose of the bike messenger world.
Its an amazing, darkly hilarious, and possibly tragic saga of the life and times of Puppy.