About big jonny
The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure.
Flagstaff, Arizona, USA
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I just laughed out loud for the first time in about a week.
Brilliant!
I live in a one-donkey town where they still manufacture those damn things. (The gin traps, not the hipster douche bags)
need to get a few for my town
How would ya rig that thing to catch hicks in pickumup trucks?
Shiny belt buckle, silver bullet coors, copenhagen outside the trailer where your cousin lives?
That is the funniest thing ever! Jonny, you should put those kits for sale on your website! Awesome post!
What cousin? Cousin who? Most of mine are professionals who seldom pass within ten miles of a trailer park.
But every family should have a black sheep. Might as well be me.
You forgot the wallet chain and the seat belt strap belt. And if that doesn’t work, try pink plastic pedals with PINK TOE STRAPS. That will catch you a hipster!!
I think a bottle of lube would have been the deal maker. How can a hipster resists?
Another Hipster trap that actually caught a few.
http://www.veloshitstorm.blogspot.com
http://veloshitstorm.blogspot.com/2011/03/monster-track-2011.html
Direct trap link
Wallet chain? Pretty sure chain wallets were for fans of KoRn…in the 90s.
rofl..
boo!! Give credit where credit is due, DC. You don’t want to turn into just another blog stealing and re-posting content:
http://www.reddit.com/r/pics/comments/g3c8h/just_met_this_guy_setting_up_hipster_traps_in_nyc/
http://i.imgur.com/SdLI2.jpg
Fair enough, casey. I will update the post to include the article that was sent to me. We generally always source such urls, and I’m not sure why I did not do so in this instance. Often, if the url is not included as a text link, clicking through the image itself will direct a viewer to the source site. The post above does this. And, finally, to be clear, we don’t turn into other blogs. Other blogs turn into us.
Kitchen, I likes how you thinks.
…despite casey’s attitude, the extra info kinda makes the picture funnier…
…& casey ???…there is but one true blog (okay, okay, maybe a few)…but worship not false blogs…
…just sayin’…
If you click my link, you will see that the picture was originally posted by a Reddit user, a photo he or she took a week ago. In fact, the Gawker article referenced in this post itself cites Reddit. In case you’re not familiar with Reddit, one could argue that, yes, it is the one true blog.
…wrong, casey…nothing but anon people who care to stay that way…
…i’ve met (& even ridden with) folks i’ve met through drunkcyclist & none of them were locals…
…looking forward to doing more of the same in the future but somehow i don’t think you’d be a lotta fun to ride with…maybe that’s just MY attitude…
dude, we’ve ridden together on at least 2 separate occasions
…lemme guess…i’ve mentioned on several occasions that i’m headed to or just come back from ‘sea otter’ & you were also one of the many there, ya ???…
Reddit started in ’05. I kicked this mess off in double-ought. Those fuckers can’t even hold my raincoat.
There you go.
Well said Big Guy, fuck it, we were riding bikes Last Century!!
(shit I feel old, sorry, well matured, like a fine wine)
Actually, that last statement has just caused a few dusty Neurons to start glowing.
In my neighbourhood in the 60’s, this one kid had this huge old black bicycle with a BSA Bushman motorcycle front fork & wheel grafted onto it, including a working front brake set up.
Sadly, I have no photographic evidence
> I kicked this mess off in double-ought.
I liked it better back then. I imagine Dave did too….
Don’t go away mad Zen. Just go away.
I was riding a bicycle in the woods in 1959. It never ocurred to my eight-year-old mind that normal people might do the same.
Joe,
normal people were doing the same, we were bombing down dirt roads doing Bicycle speedway & trying to see who could leave the biggest skid trail. If there was a vague path, you rode your bicycle down it.
More dusty neurons firing.
One of my favourite bicycle posters, (back in the day), showed an African African, (as opposed to your African Americans, or African Indians or African Europeans etc), riding a big Black BSA & outpacing a male lion with a happy smile, (the rider, not the lion)..
The sad reality is that the male lion would not be hunting, (unless he was rogue), his several Lionesses would be nailing the cyclist’s arse & then the male lion would stroll down, eat his fill & then use one of the spokes as a tooth pick.
I’d love to get one of those posters.
@28 No doubt. But I gots to wonder-What if I had been exposed to “bike culture”, whatever that is, at that tender age? What if my enthusiasm for cycling were encouraged, as I am sure it would have been if it had been directed to a sport my Dad had played?
Better question, now that the coffee has kicked in-Why be normal in the first place, when the alternative is so damned much fun?