“The only thing funny about time is that I don’t seem to have enough of it.”
I put quotes around that because I assume someone has said that before. Just to be safe, I said it a second ago.
Anyway, a lot has gone down in this past 2010. Why, it was just 12 months ago that I may or may not have originally introduced you to Lanolin and his burgeoning Ritte empire. Besides getting a couple of haircuts and being drunk at least once that I know of, it’s been a pretty big year for him.
.. And I suppose the same could be said for me.
An interesting thing that El Corpo said to me right before, or possibly just after telling me that I no longer had a job at Swobo, that while heading off into the sunset to be my own boss, was to set marked goals for myself. Take a snapshot of where I was right then, and with specific goals in mind, gauge where I would like to be 18 months later.
My first goal was to ride my bike and drown my sorrows, which I handled immediately. After that I took to looking at the long term.
With that in mind, aside from the Black Market kits, as well as other assorted goods, I knew that there was one project I wanted to see happen, and I can’t think of a better time for it to than here at the head of 2011. In association with Earth, Wind and Rider, I am very proud to present the All Hail The Black Market ‘Smokey and The Bandit’ wool replica full zip jacket/jersey;
It is without even a hint of irony that I say this movie (Smokey and The Bandit number one, not number two, in which he actually wore this jacket) might very well be one of my top 20 favorite films of all time, and for those of you who understand, there’s no need to explain.
For those of you who don’t, I can only say that I’m sorry for you.
Like the Black Market kits, I have to sell these on a pre-order basis for two reasons.
1) I don’t have the money to lay down for an initial minimum order.
2) Even if I did, I don’t have room to sit on a bunch of these in hopes that they eventually sell.
By doing it this way, each of these very customized garments will come in the specific size that you choose. It goes without saying that after this order is done, it will never happen again.
…Unless the parasites from Urban Outfitters catch wind of it, and begin mass producing them at some crap-hole in China, which in turn *might result in some firebombing of their corporate offices, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
* Probably will.
Anyway, the nuts and the bolts on the matter is this;
Starting now, I have a 90 day order window. All orders need to be placed by Wednesday, April 6th. Should I be slapped with a cease and desist order, which my lawyers say is more than likely, then all the more reason to get your order in sooner rather than later.
Each full zip jersey is painstakingly hand crafted out of Merino Wool, and are an absolute steal for 160.00 a piece.
The Earth, Wind and Rider garment sizing is true, so as they say in their sizing chart, if you wear a large jersey, then a large size is what you should order. Or you can decide for yourself;
as always, if you have any questions, please direct them to me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
In other news of unprecedented importance, thanks to advancements in modern medical sciences, I think I might finally have a crack at having enough middle fingers;
Or as the case may be, enough middle finger.
Ray sent me the following clip that proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that the effort Albert and Nys expend within a 45 second window of the Azencross Loenhout is greater than what I expend in an entire race;
It really is something to behold and I hope that at some point I can witness such a thing in the flesh.
In closing, and regarding my typo-ed epitaph from last week;
Style Impresario, founder of Vice Magazine, and Street Boners, Gavin McInnes has seconded my notion that the H-word in indeed dead.
Though this is apparently old news, I’m still happy to finally have a partner with which to lower the casket into the ground.
So what have we learned here today? Besides from you needing to place an order for your own slice of history, not much. I had an interview penned and ready to go with a legend of the Bay Area bike scene, but it would seem as though he thinks the funny thing about time is the same thing I do.
Which really isn’t funny at all.