Posts Tagged ‘DumbCars™’

Greetings, Sioux Fallers and Biker/Sailors

I’m back from vacation, all inspired and proud of the 14 new curse words I learned in Japanese, thanks to a friend from Japan. That’s one gruff language! Take that, cabrones! But I’ll keep this G-rated, so as not to offend the toddlers out there. So: ZPG sponsored an alleycat in Sioux Falls a few [...]

Hitler, on the frustrations of owning a car

This week in goat/bike news

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 [...]

Hit and Run

I was hit by a car at 8:20 this evening on the 3300 block of Powell St., in Emeryville. I’m OK. No, I’m not OK. I’m not hurt — just scrapes and bruises — but I feel like I want to simultaneously cry and scream and vomit and shit myself. It was a white truck [...]

The Industry That Keeps On Spinning…

Remember that scene in Total Recall where Arnold Schwarzenegger realizes he’s been (or being) brainwashed? Well, this is sort of like that, except instead of Martian spies, it’s the Auto Industry. They’re brainwashing us yet again. Apparently, the EcoDrivingUSA campaign has been around for a few months now, but I missed it. (I’d been checking [...]

Preaching the good word at Tour de Fat

After a few liters of beer at Tour de Fat yesterday afternoon, I caught up with Reverend Ballyhoo, aka the Deacon of Freakin’, aka Oscar the Gashole, aka the Big Cheese In Charge Of The Whole Damn Festival (BCICOTWDF), aka Chris. He was wearing, a la Tom Wolfe, a white suit with a white top-hat [...]

that's what I'm talkin' about!

a brilliant confluence of ZPG + bikes -By Robert Ariail

ZPG: all up in cars' grilles

Josh, at Carectomy.com, digs the ZPG vibe.

put that analogy in your nalgene bottle and drink it

For all you excellent drivers out there, a little awareness test.

Tell it like it is

Tell Google to show bike routes Tell yourself why you don’t need a car Tell your friends they’d look hotter in a helmet Speaking of which, Ruben could use one doing crazy jumps like these