We've got the Baxters in stock, and are shipping them presently. Should you find yourself with the desire to procure a new bicycle, might I recommend you take a look at our most recent offering? It's a peach of a bike, and as I've said before, the Shimano Alfine internal hub is unlike anything else that has come before it.

Alright, moving on.. Here is an email from Sam containing a clip I've seen before, and was sent to me no fewer than half a dozen times last week, so we might as well bring it up again;

"Hellooo!

All the best,
Sam"

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

As long as we're on the topic of the tricks atop the fix, I'll direct you to a recent installment that is fairly well unsettling over on our sister blog GWCTOH, or Gay Wiccans Carry Toffee Over Hills.

"If you don't like it, don't buy one."

I couldn't have said it better myself.

DFL Brad, AKA The Swede, AKA Breather, AKA Boozly sent in a shot taken from a local watering hole of our boy Dead Steveo. (He's the one in the red shirt.. The dog is someone else.)

I passed by the very spot that took Dead Stevo's life this past Friday and as I have every time since he was taken from us, I poured out an imaginary beer on the curb for him.

The last time I saw Steve was the morning after a ridiculously spirited wedding party for Dan E. Boy and his then wife, Fish. We rolled through Mad Dog in the Fog, our eyes still glued shut from the previous evening's festivities and there was Steve, bright eyed and bushy tailed. We shared bangers, mash and pints of Guinness for breakfast as we watched a soccer match on television. As we parted way, we slapped hands and exchanged hugs.
72 hours later he was dead.

You're still missed Steve, and if they have the internet wherever you ended up, I hope that you're reading this with that half smile that was always across your face, safe with the knowledge that you are still tight in the middle of this gang.

As I mentioned Friday, one of my dearest friends is finally inching his way down the path to wedded bliss, and as one of his best men, it was my duty this weekend to organize some sort of bacheloresque send off for him, and as per my standard party planning flair, I simply turned the lot of us loose in the woods with a preposterous amount of alcohol, and a BB gun;

However, the weekend begged the question.. How many tattoo artists does it take to put up a gigantic tent?

As it turns out, more than five, though as proof, I only got a shot of three;

Robert Ives of Blue Collar Bicycles fame even rolled through to show how a metal fabricator eats an entire chicken;

And also to show off his beater trucks door locks, which as he said, were the heap's selling point;

The rest of the group finally arrived, bringing with them this fellow who goes by the name of Luke;

Don't let his cherubic face fool you, as he is an absolute killing machine;

A pretty good rule of thumb is no matter how tough you think you are, never mess with anyone who's ears look like this;

Anyway, eventually the sun and the temperatures dropped, and it seemed like a reasonable idea to begin shooting things,

and checking out how full beers explode when put in a fire;

As it turns out, they explode pretty well;

Though none were as impressive as one that skinny Bee and I set off in Downieville several years ago, with an explosion that was so powerful, it actually extinguished the fire and blew coals for thirty feet in every direction.
"How could this be?" I thought. "I've been raised around beer and fire, and I'm just learning about this now?"

Waking up the next morning, the only course of action we could all decide on was to make coffee, and shoot more stuff;

If this bachelor party seems like your kind of action, I'm considering taking my show on the road and hireing my skills out for other husbands-to-be.
Don't expect Vegas, or strippers though. Dirt and passing out is all I know.

To switch topics, why don't we dump out some mail bag? We have a small smattering of offerings all of which are as few words as possible.

Dylan writes;

"If you've posted this, I regrettably missed it..
Dylan"

I don't know if I have. Three years down, and it's all a blur, but for art's sake, I'll post it again.

From Newt he simply writes "Yep".

And finally one from Cary;

"How Jonny rolls"

Is there anything in the world more stunning than an unintentional photobomb?

Well folks, like clockwork Monday is here again, and as I mentioned at the start, I'm gonesville back to Colorado for a week, and won't have a new post up until the 3rd of July, so you all be good in my absence and keep the home fires burning.

Just be careful if you decide to stick a beer in it.