my kid junior junior has an electric ninja turtle toothbrush that shouts out encouraging messages about fighting cavities but when the batteries were depleted to the point of exhaustion the bristles would no longer rotate and the digital audio sample was reduced to one syllable on repeat and that repeating sound has an unmistakable uncanny resemblance to Ali's laugh.
and that's why I found this picture of his bike because that toothbrush makes me laugh thinking of Ali laughing and it's not a non sequitur if on his old bike above that's my old CETMA rack that I sold to him and that's my bike with that same CETMA in situ below in front of that building with the writing on the wall that's no longer there because it's just another construction site where another 5 story condo will appear with mixed used street level retail where hopefully the Hugo House can come home someday in a way.
if you had a megaphone what would you say?
if you had some spray paint what would you write on the wall?
"The 2018 United States elections will mostly be held on Tuesday, November 6, 2018. All 435 seats in the House and 33 of the 100 seats in the Senate will be contested. 39 state governorships and numerous other state and local elections will also be contested."
I know a guy that knows a guy and he got his hands on this Fat Chance Yo Eddy that rolled into a small nonprofit community bike shop with its original aqua-fade paint job obscured by that homely rattle can camo you see above. So that guy took it out of context and spent quite a bit more money on the new paint job seen below.
I have this old school Burley trailer that collects a lot of dust these days but it used to move dynamic loads of kids around town. And I know a guy that took the Burley out of context out in the snow deep in the Olympic Peninsula with a static load of camping gear.
here's an actual fact: you can't swing a stick in Seattle without hitting a new townhome. Which is why it's so comical to me that someone felt the need to freckle Columbia City with these signs and why I felt fine liberating one for my own use. I walked to the Ale House spinning it and it was accurate in every direction.
when I finally quit this nonprofit shit once and for all I am not going to open a bike shop
or maybe it's already open in my garage but it's always closed
I wrote this bit years and years and years ago and it keeps coming up like acid reflux
because it's still true
When I finally quit this messenger shit, once and for all, I’m going to open a bike shop. A big bright historic space with huge store front windows and high ceilings and wood floors. With passive solar heating in the winter, and well placed shade in the summer. I’m going to work there all the time, six or seven days a week. The shop will be beautiful, stocked with every bike tool ever invented. French, Italian, Japanese, you name it, I will have it, hung neatly on the shop walls. Everything in its place. A place for everything. I will have two Campagnolo Cork Screws with Cherry handles. I will have seven different kinds of bike tool bottle openers. I will have four brands of headset presses. The 3000 square foot work space will have work stands and tools for 5 full-time mechanics, so I can work on 5 of my bikes all at once. Two air compressors enclosed in sound proof cases. Truing stands bolted down to work benches 42.5 inches off the ground. I will have two Phil Wood spoke cutters/threaders. There will be cement floors and drains built in so I can hose it all down when the kegs overflow or the chainlube explodes or the cat pukes or the shit hits the fan. I will have shop dogs and shop cats. The bike book library will be monumental. The furniture will be well designed, attractive, comfortable and functional. There will be no non-dairy creamer. The coffee will be good. The beer will be cold. There will be wholesale accounts with everyone and everyone. Paul, Phil, Chris, Grant, Brooks, Mavic, Moots, Sachs, Sidi, Swobo....