Actually, quite alot.

That just seems to be good business.
Images taken from here.

I won't rest until my collection is complete.
Image taken from here.

I was surprised to find out that midgets (or for the PC among us, 'little people') in fact, do not have night vision.

Which actually brings me to a HTATBL challenge. On Friday afternoon 6'7" asked me why there were no midget mountain bikers, or midget cyclists in general. I related to him that during my first gig as a bike messenger for Studebaker's Smog Free Delivery, I used to see an Ethiopian L.P. zipping around downtown Oakland on his tiny bike on the regular, always intent on his journey, but never so focused that he couldn't take the time to offer up a friendly wave in passing. Anyhow, aside from this observation being ironic coming from one of the tallest people I know, I was taken to find that there was seemingly no footage, or for that matter, any information at all that we could find of a little person riding bikes. If you, dear reader can offer up some sort of insight as to why this might be the case, or better yet, documentation, there will be a snappy set of Swobo socks in it for you.

So there is your challenge. Get cracking.

Here is a sweet shot that I've seen bouncing around for years of a certain Latoya Zampa following another certain Ben Jacques-Maynes around 1995, back before Ben was a full time glitzy-glammy stretchy pants and tap shoe wearing über pro;

Underneath that polished exterior will always beat the black heart of a single speeder.

Latoya on the other hand was born with a black heart, so he's no good example.

Generous people that they are, the Hunters had Demonika and me over for dinner on Friday, which was precluded with a lovely road/off road ride with M.A. and a short stop over at the Hunter bicycle fabrication world headquarters to behold Rick's size 14 shoes;

After dinner I promptly fell asleep on their sofa with an open can of PBR in my hand.

That's why folks call me 'the dream guest'.

Now an email from Gary;

"Stevil,
Although I have not met you in person I do follow your musings and feel a certain kinship with your innane ramblings.
I may be presumptuous here but I get the impression that you are of the baggy short variety. This may change your mind.
Who wouldn't want a rainbow barfing unicorn in conjunction with nut huggers that sport a purple starry pattern?

-G"

While I hold no false notions about how ridiculous traditional bicycle clothing looks, and have long gotten grief from my non-bicycling friends about this fact, I am one who regularly holds true to the old adage 'function before fashion' and because of this fact will generally willingly don a pair of stretchy pants at the drop of a hat not because I think they look good, but rather because they feel good.

And if the absurdity of the look were to equal that of the comfort, then about right now Gary is gently floating on a cloud of golden dipped baby hands.

Well played brave soldier. Well played.

If any of you all reading this here whatnot find yourselves in or around the Outdoor Retailer show this week in the city by the salt lake, you should go by to give El Corpo what for and take a ride on one of the fleet of tricked out Novaks we've got on hand as well;

Though we don't have any sizes for little people, we have one of each size outfitted with racks and baskets, so depending on actually how little the little person in question is, maybe you could give them a lift.

And it's with that, that I am out of here..