Look out Minneapolis. Im coming, and Im thirsty.

So at the start of this here post, we have photographic evidence that regular Bummer Life contributor Cary, is in fact the heir to the throne of Douche.

No surprise there...

And one from Davin;

"And from Coupla things for ya.

I'm neither for nor against the SF fixie epidemic in principle. Where I will make a stand is to say that, for the love of mismatched early nineties aero composite wheels, ya gotta have a goddamn sense of humor about the whole thing. I walked by this bike in the park last weekend that someone (not me) had apparently felt needed some commentary puns. Right up there with bacon in my book.

Los Quesos Grandes here at Mike's Bikes recently went to Ghana to help give bicycles a foothold in developing areas and whatnot. They came back with some crazy pictures. Most bike shops I've worked at have been 2 or 3 times my age, but no old school service department I've ever seen has anything on the bike shops of Ghana. I mean damn:"

Full skinny is here

Keep on writin' stuff and stuff. And bikes. Yeah, bikes.

-Davin"

Looking at the first image, and then the second and third images kind of puts things into perspective. By nature I think human beings are prone to talking smack, but in the big picture, I seriously doubt that the folks at the bike-explosion stand care one way or another what youre riding, due to the fact that in their reality the bicycle is a necessity, and not a luxury. When its the latter, folksll' tend to get all uppity and stuff.
And to aimlessly continue, on the rare occasion I rode a fixed gear when I was messengering, I was teased by other folks on the road who were more 'core'. Now I receive sideways glances by hipster kids when I ride my fixie cause Im a weird old guy biting their style.
At the end of the day, were all going to be old and then eventually die, and all of this nonsense will be just that.

And in honor of embracing my inner jackass, I will now freely admit that right now Im listening to the first Justin Timberlake album.
And I like it.

Elmes sent this photo to us that he took on a trip to Nepal. I dont think this guy cares what other people in his town are riding...

So really, in conclusion- bikes is bikes, and who dont like bikes?

Well except for the poor sap who will eventually have to work on this beaut that Damon sent in.

I never looked forward to telling someone that their baby was a liability and that I, in no uncertain terms, was ever going to lay a wrench upon it.
Save your money. Youll need it for dental reconstructive surgery.

Our man on the mountain, George wrote in with the continuing saga that is his comic book life;

"dude bro,

My friend Alex (the lovely man whose bed we fight over
and cross racer) and I are at a loss for words, we
don't know how his lovely receipt ended up in your
hands! anyway we're stoked.

More crap from Alex includes this photo "leftright."
Alex is currently down in Corvalis, OR taking on
another degree while fending off girls in black
t-shirts from Seattle with a stick. He is an avid
bike polo player, enjoys long walks on the beach under
moonlit skies, photos, cheap whiskey and listening to
the saturday morning reggae show (kexp.org) with Kid
Hopps while eating bear mash and stealing his
neighbors wireless.

We sucessfully got the tentative last ride up high on
the mountain last saturday. we got out early, ate a
gut bomb of a breakfast that had us in the shitter
before our shoes were on and then up the hill we went
at snowmass. We all had some good wrecks to culminate
the season. Back at the car I unveiled the suprise of
multiple Beers for all and then promptly dented the
downtube of my pal's brand new Nomad driving over
speed bumps at 30 in the 4runner with the bikes over
the tailgate. goodtimes, we made it home and then we
saw our reflections in a snow covered hill.
constantly yours,
george"

We cant ever hardly mention George without mentioning CO. Well in his continuing attempts at obtaining journalistic superstardom, he emailed us today and has an interview in the works that will blow your hair around.
Hold on to your hats if you got em. Its gonna be messy.

And while were on the subject of messy, The Warlocks Bicycle Club are having themselves a little E-vent.

And let us continue for a moment with the messy.
Captain Loudass sent this peach to us;

"You can't prosecute somebody for swearing at a cop or a toilet,"

Its hard to blame her. Toilets are always scheeming and shifty. You never know what they are going to do or how they will betray you. One minute they will be your friend, and they next they are stabbing you in the back. You cant trust a toilet. I often get into arguments with them. I dont trust the sink either."

Intrigued? The whole sorted saga is right here.

Oh, and I cant forget to include this bit of latebreaking news;

Moustaches and guns.
Sounds like Christmas.

Ok, I think Im through here. Ill be having a pow wow with El Corpo and the rest of the clan tomorrow to discuss exactly which corner office Ill soon be occupying, and then will be making my way to the Great White Midwest. Everybody keep the fort down for me in the meantime.

Next time we meet, my liver and my shins will be sufficiently scabbed.

This was last year, courtesy of GenO;

Its gonna be good.

XOS