First & again, never forget the people of wal-mart. One divine tragedy after another. Conspicuously housed. Simple. Beautiful. Coincidence. Yea. Once bored, try the people of mass transit. My personal fav? Homemade Spiderman:
Onward. We will live together in harmony. No doubt. No doubt in my mind.
Second out of the gate and perhaps with more clout than the devolution of a touted american(sic) spirit, Grumski drops knowledge of such grand tradgedy, it can only be believed.
Fuck yea. Hella. I already need a drink. Full read up on the BBC.
Architecture in Helsinki – Do the Whirlwind:
No one ever listens. Puff. Puff.
Give.
A Big Gay Friend of DC recently suggested we take a gander at thisisnotforcharity.com. Specifically, he recommended the manifesto therein as it may be of significant value. Thus, I pinched off the end-bits. The most uninspirational berries of the entire proclamation:
…I suggest, finally, that society should cycle. I do not know if I can make a difference, I doubt that I alone can stop The Downfall, but I can at least retrieve the Bicycle from it. Too much ugliness is committed in this world from behind masks of cunning marketing or outright deceit. For me the Bicycle is a thing too beautiful to meet such a fate, and it is not for charity that I seek its rescue.
A fine read. recommended in whole. Not only as a moments interlude between the TPS reports of this ridiculous routine, but perhaps, as an idea that might fester. For days… or who am I kidding. Them shit’z got nothing on my Dayton’s. My Koolaid. My Lucky Charms. My Dr. Pepper.
Thus, for the immediate time being, the bikes are to remain on hobby status – at a point where fondled cabron(sic) fiber and the ever elusive one spoke aerodynamical wheel is the status quo. To put is simply, nobody of the right mind would live like this. Nobody.
Full influence via Stomparillaz who I trust is in recovery mode if The Reichel had an effect. And when does The Reichel not have an effect?
On with the deaths. Bullet list style. Yea.
- Smarterthan You: A gracious mother fucker. One more dead. Boom. Tear drops. All over my manties. Again.
- Grumski: Scotland. Cyclists death (amazingly) not proven. More tear drops.
- KRB – Jerry Fuchs. erry Fuchs, Drummer and founder of Maserati and !!!, fell to his death earlier this month while attempting to jump from a broken service elevator in Williamsburg, NY.
Bring it back up to a reasonable pitch. Relevance. Something.
Cycle Bound kicks it into fall-gear, catching the last of the clear trail. Nice work, son. Pretty socks. Pay n Take or not? Oh, I hear you. I hear you in my mind.
Colin dropped moto spam. let’s dig it. Total unrelated radtardness. Shredsworth would approve:
Now, I know what some ya’ll be say’n. Those boy’s be kill’n babies faster than ruth up there on the moto. Indeed. It’s very sad. Braaaaaaaap. So while we’re on the gas, let’s get too awesome. Throw some shit.
Yea Paris. Get it. Awesome knows no bounds.
On that note. I caint think of any reason not to tug the nuts & finger the bung. This is a MOnday. Peace Out to death – as the Hawk do say…
November 16th, 2009 at 11:58 am
wonder if the dude with the Dr. Pepper Buick ever takes it off any sweet jumps.
November 16th, 2009 at 12:01 pm
“I’m riding AGAINST THE CULTURE OF FEAR” …….. truly.
November 16th, 2009 at 2:41 pm
Oh, yeah… Reichel had an effect all right. (and so did Neal, Garn, Matt, Eric and Paul) Lets see, it wasn’t EXACTLY unicorn tears that I cried the next morning, but something even gayer, as I missed my 10:30 flight back to Denver. I got on the next one some 6 hours later, which was the kiss of death, as I timed my arrival in Denver perfectly with the winter storm coming through. I have lived in Colorado my entire life, and had never seen ice balls the size of my fist form on the windshield wiper. The normal 3 hour trip from DIA back to G’Wood took 6 hours.
Now that I’ve driven in a blinding snow storm ON TOP OF a blinding hangover, I can say that I truly can achieve anything in this world.
Thanks Gnome for hooking us up. Reichel and crew lived up to the challenge of hosting a stompa… and more, in fact, You see, I never want to hear Bluegrass music again.
Big thanks to Neal for showing me around South Mountain Park.
DC Crew is clearly cut from the same tartan. See you all in the mountains for some snow slidin’ this winter.
November 16th, 2009 at 2:44 pm
Stomparillaz Max Cooper had a weekend of no camping here in PA right before Christmas. And what did we do for fun while he was here? Ride a lap around the Harrisburg Green Belt (I was in knee recovery mode). Mind you, it was at night and heavy with can beer and Yeager.
HIs bike’s name is “The John Wayne Pain Train”
Good Times!
November 16th, 2009 at 3:23 pm
Yup, stayin with Buck and the Fam was swell. Rather amusing that after riding from seattle to Harrisburg on the pain train, the most fun i could manage to have was to go on a mountain bike ride!! Ahh well, made it NYC, only to find myself back in Colorado in about the same amount of time it took me to get across country, and with a broken leg in durango i just hung loose till sswc. .alas, stompn again, chekc the stompa blog for a recap of a nice 100 mile ride on the white rim this weekend.. stompn, sstomp away. . mAx
November 16th, 2009 at 4:07 pm
…wasn’t familiar w/ jerry fuchs n’ maserati ’til you brought ‘em up but now i’m bummed…that is one great track…drivin’ music…i just saw myself listening to that & drivin’, mile after mile…hard…
…shit…new little hot rod…maserati on the system…cool yer jets, bikesgonewild…you can’t afford anther speeding ticket…
…r.i.p. jerry fuchs…
November 16th, 2009 at 5:06 pm
wow…I came on here thinking “I’ll just read DC then check out peopleofwalmart for some laughs after a shitty day”. Same wavelength I guess. Perhaps that’s why I read this even though nobody knows me on here.
November 18th, 2009 at 11:37 am
Damn… nice link up on the hare scramble vids. Gnarly.
November 19th, 2009 at 7:58 am
Sz Scooba Novy and any of the Stomparillaz crew are welcome back to Tempe any time. That crew is legit..good times were had by all.