Truth be told, the dollar preme thing came about during 1999 Cross Nationals that was held in the San Francisco Presidio. Wed initially thrown down money so that when a straggler bent over to pick it up, theyd get dogpiled, but then I believe it was Pete Webber who snatched one of the dollars and ended up taking fourth place. 'How cool is that?' we thought. One of the elite men has time to kick ass, and get paid.
And so was the birth of the dollar premes.

Plus I figured, no matter how much grief I give the racers, they cant really get mad without looking like a jerk on account of the fact that theyre being given free money.
See? Its a win-win situation.

And so there you have it.

Our friends at Ghostship Clothing sent notification of an upcoming bicycle related event. We like the monster cause he looks like hes got a ball-chin.

I was looking through my in-box this weekend and found a bevy of items that had fallen by the way side. Lets get through these offerings in no particular order, shall we?

From the Biking Viking, we have more Weng Weng.

From our compatriot Cameron who sent a note mentioning that he was moving to Dallas this week- He wants to know if we could link him up with some kind of fun urban hi-jinx out there in the city of the Ewings.
Specifically I think he was looking for alley cats and the like, but if anyone knows of swingers clubs or S&M parties, I suppose making new friends is making new friends, right?

So Dallas, show us what youre working with.

El Corpo sent this photo on in case there was any doubt that he has friends in very, very high places.

Everything Landon knows about bicycle suspension, he learned right here.

He also sent the following receipt in. I collect any receipt that totals $6.66. Three man cans from Nob Hill, a tuna sandwich, a bag of Kettle chips and an Odwalla from the crummy corner store.. I found numerous combinations, but Id really like one from this joint.

And now for one to make your ears want to crawl into your head- Cary writes in with this beaut;

"When I was a student at Holly Cross High School I found that there’s two types of catholic girls, ones that do and ones that don’t. These girls obviously do…because they suck."

..And then John wrote in;

"lets see- this is a long vid but wow.. I don't know how to start.  Take a bike, put Hummer branding on it, have the operator that is in the running for douche box of the century, have improperly toed brakes so they squeal real bad, and then brag about all the "extreme" single track you did because you're too fucking lazy to pedal the damn thing by yourself and how you can go faster than your "woman" with your amazing top speed of 24.  This just makes me feel better about myself.  The only thing that I was wishing for that didn't happen, was for the guy to eat major shit.

Put a diaper on, you may just shit yourself."

So now, heres one more for the ladies. The fine folks at Urban Velo are putting another issue together, and are looking for some contributions from the farer sex. They write;

"We're looking for people from around the world to contribute to Urban Velo's regular section "I Love Riding in the City".
What we need are a good b/w photo (or piece of artwork) and your responses to the following:

NAME TO BE PUBLISHED:
LOCATION TO BE PUBLISHED:
OCCUPATION TO BE PUBLISHED:

• Where do you live and what's it like riding in your city?

• What's your favorite (or the most exotic) city you've ever ridden in, and what's special (or memorable) about it?

• Why do you love riding in the city?

• Or just say whatever you want about riding in the city... Poetry anyone?

Email your responses to jeff@urbanvelo.org."

Oh yeah, and this is pretty rad-

After 15 years, my old Bellwether knickers have finally given up the ghost.
Due to the photo below, I was required to register my ass as a lethal weapon.

I wonder if that would be covered by their warranty....

J.R. is our eyes on the fast paced world of fashion. Never one to let the cutting edge slip through his fingers, he forwarded this shot on;

Though thats only slightly worse than my neighbor whos presently manning a pinata and wearing a hot dog costume,(Im totally serious about that, by the way)
-by avoiding the bummer life themselves, they have piled it in spades, on everyone else.

Winters swiftly approaching, but for those of you in the state of Northern California, for the time being, the dirt is absolutely perfect.
Anybody get a taste?

ThaswhadImtalkinbout.

..Damn. One last thing, I promise. Many years ago I had a friend who worked at a photo processing place in Flagstaff. She would develop my photos for me for free any time I liked. Id send her the disposable cameras, and shed eventually send me the prints.
Yesterday I got an envelope in the mail containing one final roll. Among the random shots of Robert Ives Bachelor party, which are a trainwreck all to themselves, there was this shot I took under a San Francisco overpass, Im guessing around 1997.
Lets all soak in his glory, shall we?

I think thats all Ive got. We hope everybody had a great weekend. Personally, aside from the requisite bicycle riding, building, fixing, and breaking thats standard fare with two whole days of free time, life found me having a new bathroom floor put in and steam cleaning the carpets.
Yeah, you heard me.
You shouldn't be afraid to admit that youre jealous of my life.
Trust me- I understand.