Aside from enquiring emails and inebriated texts...I am relatively sheltered from all that is Interbike 2012. Opinions to the contrary (mostly) aside. There is little to talk about. Someone made something no one wants, labels it niche. Someone else made something that they're pretty sure is better than the other thing made by someone else. Because it's red. Someone tried to make something. And failed. They regret not making it ...
We (being I) have entered the final stage of preparations for this months impending trifecta; BRECK EPIC SSSRWC CELEBRITY ROAST Flights, acquired. Accommodations, made. Equipment, well in process... As you might recall, on July 31 I appealed for assistance, hours later actions were enacted and by August 3 I can affirmatively confirm that I indeed have (most) of what I need in order to be done. Most. Most because the wheels were (...
During a less than, but most nearly, recent visit to JOYRIDE a seemingly simple (and other-wisely un-notable) conversation (with Mark*) took place. A conversation that only just now and most recently struck me. *Mark: Good man. Friend. Partner in JOYRIDE 150** **The words utilized are individual descriptors, they should NOT in ANY WAY be combined or misconstrued as implying that Mark is a "good man friend partner". It was a sunny ...
A long long time ago on a garage floor not that far from here, our world-wide famous diSSent AL was crudely sketched in chalk and urine. A sample was run and (reluctant) testing began. At and around that same time, my thoughts and intents were laid forth at the feet of many a higher power on MTBR. While the offending thread is long since gone, the scars remain. 70mm bottom ...
It's cold. It's stupid. It's Southern Ontario. Southern Ontario in winter*. *Thank you mom and dad for waking up one winters day, undoubtedly and probably minus something and black as total fuck, subsequently saying...yes...yes indeed, this, this shitty cold place IS an excellent place to raise a family**. **Ignoring for a moment all of the more plain reasons (self sacrifice and the lot) one might propose in favour ...
Spring is nigh. The weather may do as it fuckingwell pleases. Deny if it must all intents to the contrary, riding season* is almost on us. * proper riding, riding that doesn't involve garbage bag skin suits and distain. At this instant, tractor trailers are being docked at bike shoppes across southern Ontario. Each one stuffed with product relegated to basements and storage facilities, products unworthy of floorspace, products that have ...
You read correctly! February 4 and 5, JoyRide150 will play host to an exclusive and exotic WOMEN'S WEEKEND. Camp registration rates, those for participating women, are inexpensive by even the normal entry only standards. 20 and 30$ fees include ENTRY and INSTRUCTION. Rates for the gawking public (men and women) have not yet been established. However, it is now being rumoured that the cross country loop will be fitted with black curtains and plastic ...
At least three bitches have peopled that the HULLABALLOO invitation is; Too large to print. Too colourful to print. Too aesthetically daunting to print. Too irresponsible to print. For those and anyone else, you may copy the following image to your smarter than you phone and use it for discounted entry to JoyRide150. GOOD ONLY FOR ENTRY TO THE HOLIDAY HANGOVER HULLABALLO. December 10 2010. FREE shirt for the ATTENDEE that successfully ...
A morning bout of StupidiMe with regards to MobileMe is (temporarily) preventing a graphic representation of this years HOLIDAY HULLABALLO invitation... Your invitation (or facsimile therein) will provide you with reduced entry to JoyRide150. All in good time. All in, good time. A proper combination of event proximity and smaller small town life has put this us in a proper seasonal frame of mind. The THIRD edition of the Holiday ...
One day you're writing for the big-time. Speaking to the masses. Appealing and appalling ALL of the preeminent opinion makers, bastions of the pure and easily assumed. Important people. Every people. Misfit Psylces. Filling ALL the internets in ALL the basements of ALL the parents houses, anywhere, everywhere (and many other places made popular by maps) with Genuine Misfit Brand Juvenility... Now. It's just you. And Dicky. Again. Not that ...
Timing. Last Wednesday, the latest edition of (Canadian) Cycling Magazine hit Variety Store shelves around the world. For those not awaiting a fireside sock delivery, the magazine featured an article entitled "Made in Canada". There was a very small excerpt including Misfit Psycles. My intended contribution(s) were much more expansive that those published and I had intended to spew some venom today. It can wait. Timing. Last Friday, we ...
That is to say prints have been commissioned and other people have been paid - or promised therein. BUY YOUR PRINT TODAY! Or wait until they don't sell and dumpster one (for free) a few days after the party. MEAT DICK DILLEN JOYRIDE150 IndoorBikePark September 16, 2010 17:00 to Late Celebrate the eve of CRANK THE SHIELD in style.
MEET RICH DILLEN: Short and meat. That's how people who have merely READ him or READ about him describe Richard "(TEAM) Dicky" Dillen. September 16, 2010 (beginning at 17:00) Anyone and everyone who pays entry to JOYRIDE150 will be eligible to ride, talk and snigger with a famous internet personality. And Dicky too. Limited Edition MEAT DICKY posters (14x20" 100lb) are being produced, numbered, signed and SOLD. Limited at an optimistic 25. If pre-sales ...
This is what's clogging my desk today. CRANK THE SHIELD As some of you may or may not be aware, Rich DICKY Dillen, will be gracing the 2010 edition of CRANK THE SHIELD. Regrettably, any and all opportunity for registration has now passed. You CAN, however, purchase an existing spot: where one may be. Somewhat possibly unaware, a special envoy will be collecting his Dick'ness at the YYZ on Thursday September 16...
Thursday was important. Early to rise. The sun was up and the morning breeze offered a refreshing chill. Birds chirping, nocturnal beasties scurrying for cover and a low din of (traffic) could be heard off in the distance. Rain, animals, the motherfucking sun scorching through hairspray holes in the ozone spawned by overzealous women hidden under supersized hair, splitting and burning the earths surface, slowly wilting and withering life away......