For the uninitiated, this is a band that goes by the name of Shellac of North America. These men have all individually as well jointly provided the soundtrack of my life for over two decades and after a fairly long hiatus, are making their return to The Bay Area, so Friday's post, which is generally written on Thursday night is being replaced by their unique musical stylings.
I hope you understand.

At their last San Francisco performance several years ago I was blessed with the opportunity to dress up the stage, as it were, with a selection of my paintings;

For lack of a better term, it certainly was a 'career' highlight for me, and is something I will remember forever.

So as you are reading this, you can safely rest with the knowledge that the residue of Budwesier is settling in my system and my ears are in all likelihood ringing from the sounds of angry Midwesterners.

Now in news that is directly related to the bicycle world, I've got this next bit from Jon;

"Who would have guessed DH folks like to burn the Hippy Lettuce.
Jon"

Of course they couldn't neglect to mention the saga of Myles Rockwell? I'd say that this simply stems (pun totally intended) from the fact that professional downhiller's retirement pensions just aren't enough to keep them in the purple hats and Trans Ams that at one time they were used to.

And for Missy the Missile's part... You know what else looks like a missile?

A joint.

It's only right to segue from pot smuggling, to grape smuggling with this email from Hurl;

"I was gonna post this, guerilla-style, but I can't remember how/where to log on. Anyway, I found this on Bike Hugger and it is awesome:

get rad with your pelvic in sitting."

Then from Russell from the previously renamed 'Moustache Canyon' we get an update as to what's brewing in his neck of the woods.

Or as the case may be, his upper lip of the woods;

"Morning, Stevil.

Thanks for all the inspiration to continue avoiding the bummer life!"

No problem. I do what I can, when I can.

Then from Johnny we get another update on radness from his particular corner of the word;

"Stevil-

John"

I used to think I was a tough guy when I finished a big ride or a 40 mile race with one gear. This feat proves to me that I was wrong.

Right now I would like to put up this photo that I found while traveling around the world of Flickr that I think is pretty sweet;

That's the good stuff, right there.

If any of y'all live in a close proximity to Decorah, Iowa then I've got something for you to get in to;

You are guaranteed to see some one speeds and cockeyed girls there.

In closing, I'll throw up an email I got from Kelley for any and all who might sometimes prefer four wheels to two.

And who also have access to a crane and a flatbed;

"here's the half pipe.

~kelley~"

So spread the word, and if this is something you've got an itch for, get ahold of me, and I'll put you in contact. It would be a shame for it to burn, as awesome a bonfire as I'm sure it would be.

Alright... That's it from this end. I've got one of my oldest and dearest friend's bachelor parties that I was mistakenly put in charge of this weekend. The scene is set with a bunch of tattooed freaks, BB Guns, one professional ultimate fighter, gallons of beer and a planned hunt for the Bigfoot.

To say that it's gonna be interesting would be the most profound understatement I could muster.

As they say, we'll be seeing you on the other side.