The above photo is proof that ripping around town and doing skids on a Folsom with a hot chick is better than going on a bender and trying to off yourself any day of the week..
Dont get me wrong- Im not saying there isnt a place for the latter, as Ive been around that block a couple of times myself, but I still would probably opt for the former, and personally Im glad as hell that Mr. Wilson has too.
I like that guy.

Speaking of ripping around on a bike, my personal trail of tears has finally come to an end.

Im gonna call it 'Shaft', cause its big, brown, and a bad mothafu-
-Shut yo mouth!

Go ahead- drink it all in.

Anyhow, aside from wrestling with Shaft, and running errands for a good bit of Saturday, I had to finally handle a sad situation that we here at Swobo world H.Q have been burdened with for months.
Back in early summer sometime, our boy Graham was busy organizing this years Cycle Messengers World Championships and got ahold of us to request sponsorship help.
At the time, I was facilitating all of the requests, but not actually able to complete the transactions, so I sent electronic files for the Swobo logo placement to him, got the product squared away, and the whole nine- Everything short of packing the boxes myself.
Well to make a long story less long, the goods were never sent, and it made us look like jerks and the winners look like winners with no cool prizes full of wooly goodness.

I want to now go on record to say that I have now gotten email addresses, as well as shipping addresses for all of this years champions and have begun to distribute short sleeved wool jerseys to all of them accordingly.

We might be tremendous flakes, but were tremendous flakes with hearts of gold.

The hotness right here is Mahrou who was this years womens trackstand and backwards circles event winner.

We imagine shes gonna do right by her new threads.

While were on the topic of Superheros, new daddy Squid sent this series of promo photos shot by Amy Bolger on.

Sit back and bask in the glow of badasses.
If I didnt know better, Id say they not only deliver packages with astonishing speed by day, but then also slay vampires by night.
Billy from Godspeed Courier Service has also sent some shots of the after math from the first of their races;

Anyhow, due to the crazy Saturday of work and such, I missed out on M.A.s birthday ride, so I have to take this opportunity and let her know that even though shes an old lady of 17 again, shes still pretty cool in our book and we hope she has many, many more 17th birthdays.

Sky sent this image on, and as far as I can tell, all of these years, Ive been almost hitting the mark in the high paced world of fashion.

That gesture just screams, 'a beers not gonna put itself in this hand'.

You know another gesture that screams that?
Growing a moustache.

The following images would in no way benefit from anything I wrote about them, so Im not going to utter a peep.
Ill let them do the talking.

If that all doesnt look like the most fun possible, then you and I obviously dont share the same definition of fun, and perhaps you should spend more time here.

Even though they dont have em, Throw Rag knows about the power of the 'stache.

The Urban Veloists have put issue number 4 to bed, and its a good one. Theyre still always on the hunt for women who ride their bikes to write a piece for their 'I love riding in the city' segment. Get up, get out, and get on it.

Next, Tina B sent this to us. B stands for bacon, dontchaknow?

Oh yeah- by the way, no matter how hard I try, I simply cannot get that damn Shakira/Danzig duet out of my head. Her hips really dont lie.

When I was younger, some friends from the Southern part of California introduced a gaggle of us to this game that they played as kids which they simply referred to as 'Whopper', as when they would finish the game they would go inside to eat Whopper candy. We eventually got pretty good at it, or so I thought until I saw the following video. This, as it turns out, is how Whopper is truly supposed to be played.

I cant help but notice however, that they have completely ignored my personal addition to the game that I call 'throwing a folding chair at your opponents'.

And finally, Id like to present to you Mr. Field.

-A little bit about Mr.Field;

His wife used to make me cookies, he abandoned his career in the education industry for one within the environs of the bicycle industry, (However, I suppose its unfair to refer to the world of expanding the youths minds as an 'industry' as that word tends to imply that there is finance involved, which we all know, the business of public education does not), hes a crafty fellow with a cynical, and sarcastic sense of the world around him and he really likes bikes.

Everybody, this is Mr. Field. Mr. Field, this is everybody.

Ok, enough is enough...As always, heres to the hopes that everybody had a rip roaring weekend, and maintained a respectable amount of trouble.
You know, like I always say- 'all things in moderation, including moderation.'