"Hey Stevil,

Learn Indonesian:
"Ya" = Yes.
"Bucan" = No.
"Terima kasih" = Thank you.
"Sama sama" = You're welcome.
"Berapa harga" = How much?
"Sepeda" = Bicycle."

I highly recommend you keep an eye on his blog, (which I've linked above, but if you don't want to make your lazy eye go all the way back up there, here you go.) It's an incredible adventure, and I feel very fortunate to have an inside line on the goings on.

On to some more bike nerdery, I'll go ahead and repost a bit that El Pirate Grande posted over on the company's blog;

"This is my friend Tobias. He's German. He and I worked together at Salsa for about 2 weeks back in 1994. He decided he would rather become an engineer than toil away making bikes. For 15 years he's worked at various big companies designing and making all sorts of complicated and cool stuff. Here he is with his new Holy Roller. At 6'7", he makes a 29r look like a kid's bike;

It works with 24mm spindle cranks only."

Looking at that thing with my own two eyes was not alot unlike staring into the sun. I fancy myself a fairly sharp individual, though for whatever reason I could barely wrap my mind around how exactly this thing works, but after taking a spin with The German on Saturday and witnessing just what levels of torque this beast was capable of withstanding, I was duly impressed. If you find a burning desire to obtain one of these yourself, I'm sure contacting the good folks at Soulcraft could get you pointed in the right direction.

On Thursday I received another peach of a postcard from the Kotters;

I love anything that I can pull out of a mail box that makes me laugh...

A happy laugh..
Not like the kind of laugh I emit when I pull out, say, a credit card bill, which is like the kind of strained laugh one might experience being held up at knife point by a PCP addled midget wearing rollerskates.

It's funny, but it's scary.

But it's funny.

As long as we're on the topic of pulling something happy from your post box, with the help of The Skipper, I just completed my first foray into the world of photoshop with the completion of a new bit of propaganda for our friends at Hunter Cycles;

I think I've found my calling.

And by 'calling', I mean 'my slippery slope to eventually living in a refrigerator box'.

See? I can find relation in anything.

Say, here's a bummer for you..

I don't know who I feel worse for.. The man who got his ass whooped, or the kids.

I see 20/20 specials and whatnot all the time about 'the apathy of society', that shine a spotlight on how when faced with someone in perel, folks might sometimes just turn a blind eye, and what a shame it is that people don't step in when they see (or hear) someone in trouble.

This is exactly why people might mind their own business.

The kids thought the mom's verbalization was an indication that she was being hurt, they stepped in, and now they're in trouble.

Maybe next time the mom oughta mask herself with a pillow.

Have you ever fancied yourself as a bit of a philanthropist or perhaps a supporter of the arts, but then realized that you were poor?

Well now even the most lowbrow of our ilk can help the struggling creative minds in our midst by going right here.

Finally, as a conclusion to the rapid fire bursts of information and stimulation, I've got an email from Jon that you all might be interested in;

"Stevil,

I'm guessing you'll agree, the linked picture sounds like a good lunch option when avoiding that which is bummer."

I love soup.

In fact, I think I'm gonna go drink a bowl right now.