I’m sitting square in the middle of my third winter well south of the snow line. I’d be lying if I said I missed it.
And, while I’m knocking gin splashed ice cubes off the sides of this glass and spitt’n shit all over the keyboard, I wanna say fuck that “you gotta earn it in the northland” attitude. Shit, son, you gotta earn it down here in the Valley too. You seen our summers? Shit is awful. Straight up hell on earth. I earned every mile I pedalled last year. All fucking twelve of ’em. Suck it.
I got this one fired of to me in a email from solamalos. Read the rest here: lifehacker.com. Looks like it’s about the cheapest way to get your beer run and/or booty call on and still represent low dollar to the fullest. One per spoke, most cat’s can do this with about 60 zip tiles. The failure rate must be ridiculous, so just cop a hundred pack down at Ace Hardware and get on with it.
Of course, for all use idiot luddite guys still holding caliper brakes, v-brakes and worse – this ain’t gonna work. Me? I’ve not got one bike in the garage – and there are over twenty – that would work with this system. Even my three fixies have caliper brakes. I like modulation (that magic space between forward movement and skidding), call me crazy.
Yeah, I know. Disc brakes are on my horizon. I simply cannot avoid the inevitable.by