Monday, April 29, 2013

Standing Room Only: A Bike Seat Show

A friend of mine has a piece in Standing Room Only at the Workhouse Arts Center. I support art and bike seats support me so this seems like a win. 
 

Standing Room Only: A Bike Seat Show’ is an exhibit of customized bike seats which displayed from April 20-June 16, 2013 at the Workhouse Arts Center.

Standing Room Only: A Bike Seat Show’ is an painted bike seats on custom made stands.The show will be displayed from April 20 to June 16 of 2013 in the new Vulcan Community Arts Gallery in the Workhouse Arts Center. Twenty artists have been invited to participate mostly from the Washington D.C., Baltimore, and Richmond areas.

The expression ‘Standing Room Only’ means that there is only space at an event to stand because all chairs are occupied or none are available, playing into the dynamic of seating. Because of its use, the seat is seldom seen when riding, in this show it will become the focal point for the viewer. A saddle has limitless possibilities for transformation and yet is also easily accessible to the viewer and relatable to current popular culture.


Friday, March 22, 2013

Running Into Fatty Patty

Lately I've found myself running more and more. I signed up for the Xterra Seneca Creek10k to help me motivate. I've got two weeks to get my ass in gear. I ran 5.5 miles today and so far I can still walk. The run on the Georgetown Branch Trail went smoothly but was not without incident.

You see, I ran into Fatty Patty.


I stopped long enough to snap a shot. She was "large and in charge" as the box clearly stated so I didn't linger, nor did I count and verify the "3 Colossal Love Holes". I kicked Patty out of the trail and continued my run.

As the distance between Fatty Patty and I grew, my mind turned to Large Marge, and I wondered if there was any relation...

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Avoiding The Commuting CrapFest

Just another reminder of how fortunate I am to be able to bike commute. There was a water main blowout where the Capital Crescent Trail crosses Connecticut Ave in Bethesda.  Traffic was backed up for a bajillion miles as I sailed by.  





Thursday, March 14, 2013

Bike Projector

As far as things that are pretty cool, this idea has a striking similarity.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Jimi Hendrix: "People, Hell and Angels"

Holy ever lovin' crap.


Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Budweiser On Tap: A Beer Story

I threw this little gem together to honor the King of Beers and it's current legal troubles.

Apart from the gin and tonic I thought was sprite when I was 5, Budweiser was my first experience with alcohol. My parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents, neighbors and almost every adult I came into contact with drank it. From saying "My B!" while taking sips from my Dad's can to earning a quarter every time I ran to the fridge to get my gramps a "cool one", Budweiser was an ever present in my early childhood. It was cool, all the men I looked up to drank it, it was my birthright...  it tasted like piss.

Fast forward a decade.

At any given party, those with fake ID's would make the rounds collecting money for numerous cases of Bud. I would make the same request every time... "here's $10, keep the change and get me a six pack of Killian's Red or Rolling Rock, I beg of you". It was the early 90's. Of course they would pocket the change and return with a smile, "With that $10 I got your your own case of bud!"  ...fuck...  It was cheap, it meant your could drink all night, it's what everyone's parents drank... it was watery and it tasted like piss.

The next few decades were littered with as few Budweiser run ins as possible. When it couldn't be avoided there would always be some accompanying joke about the mystery behind why it was SO refreshing on a hot day or who kept pissing in my beer etc. The humor never helped and I sounded like an asshole.

I understand why everyone drank it when I was a boy. Most of the 4 other beers available tasted like piss too. In high school it was cheap, nobody had money, and it's what everyone's parents drank.

Today we're lucky to live in a brewing renaissance, there are literally blazillions of beers available to us. Beers that have been lovingly crafted by industrious beer loving people with tattoos, and beards full of moxy and gumption. People with resources and ingredients available that make brewing more art than chemistry.  

I know, I'm a fuckin' snob.

I've got nothing against Budweiser lovers. I don't like olives but I love and respect people who do.

Bottom line is this, some shit bird decided to water down the watery beer you love and that ain't right. Maybe it's time you told that shit bird what's what and switched beers. There are plenty of other watery beers out there that are pure of heart.



Friday, February 15, 2013

Silver Cycles Sick Snow Tire Savings

I was at Silver Cycles (my favorite LBS) the other day picking up some brake pads for the LHT (yeah you know me) and had to do a double take at this pile of snow tires piled up at the front door.


A pair of 26" studded snow tires for $30 is one of the best deals I've seen in a while. No it's doesn't seem like it's going to snow ever again, but it will, and when it does these will be AWESOME... and you will be AWESOME because you got them for $15 each.



Friday, you magnificent bastard!