After my brush with catastrophe three weeks ago, a lot of friends wrote to me to help me metaphorically lick my wounds. Thad suggested I was immortal. Jon sent me some music. Julie said she’d send cookies and whiskey. Ethan told me to hang in there, Lydia wrote me a poem, Ben expressed consolation for my pants, Nick invited me on some good rides, and Erin suggested that healing could best be attained by making a big pot of soup and then jerking off. Such great friends, huh? In any case, I’m fine, and so is my bike — though apparently I was riding on a broken rear axle for at least 10 days. Yikes!
Since I still haven’t heard anything from the Emeryville Police Department, I figured I’d speed things up a bit and post the license plate numbers (all from California) of the potential culprits:
In other, Slightly-Less-Cathartic (SLC) news: Wes sent me a photo of a dead goat, which warms my heart. It’s from Arlington, VA — and the crazy part is nobody’s rated it yet. I give it a 10 out of 10.
Speaking of dead goats, I’ve noted that it’s possible to hunt for rare Russian goats by helicopter. The method is so successful that only 200 of them are left, which only makes those last 200 goats all the more exciting to shoot. Unfortunately, it’s expensive ($2,000 per hour) and risky (helicopter crashes, criminal investigations, public scorn.) But true goat haters are so focused and determined they don’t care what price they have to pay.
Justin pointed me to a hilarious blog that’s ostensibly about bike racing at a girls college.
Beau wrote to me from Idaho, and asked me to donate stuff for an upcoming alleycat/fundraiser for the Boise Bicycle Project. A ZPG donation is headed their way.
Brandon sent me a photo of his ZPG bag on mushrooms, and Roland, from ReLoad Bags, sent me a photo of a related bag. Right on, brothas.
Oh – and ZPG stuff is now available at a few more shops:
Manitou Bikes, in CO
Lee’s Cyclery, also in CO
The Recyclery, in PDX
Slippery Pig Bikes, in Phoenix