Monday, January 31, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
My new article on Embro dropped. Read it... or else.
There is nothing original or unique of my love for bikes, I just love them.
I feel a special bond with this tool. It is kind of like I am in a relationship with it, it can make me the happiest I’ve ever been or it can utterly wreck me. In bicycle repair when everything is going smoothly, I feel content and a respect for the bike. When a repair is a complete hell ride, I get more frustrated then I ever get with anything or anyone else. I am deeply, emotionally invested. I am in it to win it. For the good and the bad. Until death do us part. Its because of this that when I see what used to be a quality older bicycle, until someone hammered the crap out of it, it kind of pisses me off and I want to punch a hole in the wall because I am metal and that’s the only way I know how to express my feelings.. with brute force.
In a just world there would be a bicycle equivalent of the Child Protective Services. Someone from the BPS (Bicycle Protective Services, that’s what we’re calling it) would investigate an anonymous report of bicycle abuse and neglect. They take one look at this poor bike with it’s corroded cables and housing, it’s worn drive train, it’s concave breaking surfaces, it’s loose bottom bracket and declare the owner an unfit rider. From there they would take the bike to a foster home where the bicycle would be safe until its adopted by someone proper. Have you ever read that book “The Giving Tree” by Shel Silverstien? Its a story of a relationship between a boy and a tree. The boy takes and takes and the tree gives and gives until it has nothing left to offer except a place to sit. The tree is your bike. Don’t be that jerk face little boy. Give a little back to your bicycle for all that it does for you and you two will live a long and happy life together. Really, that could be said for most relationships. Kind of like, “Hey Buddy, don’t beat up your wife, instead buy her flowers. I know, I know… it’s a crude analogy, but you get the point. What’s that? You don’t?
Read the rest HERE
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Do you really need another reason to come into the shop? You don't, I can answer that for you, so consider this a little bonus.
Take note you don't have to buy anything, just come in and get your stars punched. Sweet Prize? I am sure you are wondering, more on that to come, promise.
One more thing, only one punch per visit. This is more for us then for you as we have a tendency to get down right carried away with the high fives. Amanda is currently being treated for R.H.F.S. or repetitive high five syndrome, and it is so contagious.
The excitement is making me weak in the knees.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
By: Kyle Von Hoetzendorff
2011 Best of List.
• Being able to say “This year, it goes to 11
• See #1. What more do you need?
I missed my chance to put together my own 2010 year-in-review. I had opportunity to throw my hat in the ring with some of the best bloggers and cultural critics that world has ever known. There are a few Lo-Fi IT band singles I wanted to pass on, and of course I was planning on putting together an exhaustive list of the best 2010 Celebrity Tweets, but that bird has flown. That white dove, the once promising hope of 2010 — now sullied and dirtied by time — takes its leave, struggling against the prevailing winds of time on plumage once pure, now the wet and ashy white of a roadside snow. In its place a new hope takes flight, spreading its powerful yet naïve wings a chance for all of us to be born again. Let us attach our aspirations to this green infantile year, this is the year that everything changes, this is the year that EVERYTHING changes.
Read the rest HERE