A million chagrined thanks to Complayna for bestowing these upon me.

Well Sea Otter is still a week away and its already kicked my carcass up and down the block, so in light of the fact that the suns going down and I still have a million things to do, Im just gonna blaze through a post as quickly as I can, so buckle up and here we go.

A few days ago I got a package in the mail of the darkest sort. Captain Dave sent me a parcel containing a complete Evil Cycling kit, which I christened on a long and quasi brutal pre-work road ride this morning. An interesting thing took place that I feel the need to expound upon now. As I weaved over hill and dale, cars were actually allowing me an unusually wide berth. At one point at least a dozen cars in a row passed me, giving me a full lane of wiggle room, which in the four and half years of residing in this particular area has never happened. (The Skipper claimed that it might have been because the passing motorists actually caught a glimpse of my moustache peeking out from either side of my head from behind) but barring that, I mean to tell you this kit just commands respect, however perhaps most notably as I approached a downhill four way stop, I glanced up to see a humongo white SUV opposite the intersection from me, and a hand in the windshield waving me through. I continued on, waving back in appreciation, and just as I passed I looked up and saw an extraordinarily attractive mom in the drivers seat giving me a long and head turning smile.
They say theres a first time for everything, but I thought Hell would indeed freeze over before I experienced even a glimmer of what I did this morning.

Who knew selling my soul would have such a staggeringly positive result?

But what did I see once I got back to civilization?

My life is just a series of contradictions.

So, back to Sea Otter- It looks like were going to be there with a little bit of product in tow.

Thats 360 gallons of Swobo goodness right there, so if any of yall are gonna be rolling through, would you PLEASE come by and buy some goods from us, cause I sure as hell am not looking forward to putting all of this away on Monday.

You know something I really do like though?
Dip cones.

Though dip cones and the end of days dont have much in common, a sign of the impending apocalypse was sighted this past weekend when I happened upon M.A and The Stick riding some brand new custom Hunter double boingers.

When the man who has long been known to ride bikes of the single gear and rigid variety shows up on the complete opposite, you know mankinds days are numbered.
Ive got to hand it to him though.. As opposed as I am personally to suspension bikes, his new design got me to drooling, as well as thinking about making a little more space in the garage.

Mail bag time? Yeah.. mail bag time.

"Stevil,
I hate to open up old wounds like your fork debacle but I couldn't help not refer to it when recounting my own similar experience building up a custom frame/fork just the other night. Fortunately for me, the end result was not so severe but for a time I was definitely feeling your struggle. Read more about it here.

Hope all is bummerless,
Chris"

Oh comeon.. Cutting the steerer while the fork is on the bike? Youve trumped my stupidity Chris, and it makes me think you might occasionally attempt to put on your underpants after youve donned your trousers...
But that being said- you came out on top, while I still just have a custom fork with a stubby steer tube sitting in my shop mocking me every time I walk into the room.

CFO sent this article on about how the Phinney family continues to turn and burn.
I likes me some Phinneys. I really do.

Ok, the time has come to put this one to bed, and get cracking with some of the other things in my life that are falling through the gaps..

Get up, and get down.