In late breaking news, and before we get onto today’s post, something sinister and extraordinarily ugly is rearing its head in Washington. It seems Senators McCain and Levin have proposed a bill called the National Defense Authorization Act bill, which declares American soil a battlefield and allows the President and all future Chief Executives to order the military to arrest and detain American citizens, innocent or not, without charge or trial.
This is really, really bad. Basically this means people who oppose the government, or in the case of OWS, big business and the association between the two, and exercise their Constitutional right of assembly and expression will be considered enemies of the state.
The Senate is voting on this either today or tomorrow.
Please, before we go any further with Black Market business, read this article, or at the very least click here, and send a letter to your senator.
This is an act that America and anyone who appreciates the right of free thought and free speech cannot afford.
But as I was saying before The Man took a swing at us- we have a scandal.
The scandal in question has got nothing to do with mob killings, love nesters or nefarious government conspiracies against the people who pay its salary. No, this my friends is concerning the deafening silence of a tattoo machine in San Francisco last weekend.
It would seem as though the men’s and women’s winners of the SSCXWC (Chris Jones and Julie Krasniak, respectively) have not only buggered off, forsaking the champion’s ink, but their tradition loving sponsor appears to be backing them up on their decision.
It seems that of all the traditions in cycling Rapha holds true to, this doesn’t happen to be one.
Over the weekend, C.D. and I went back and fourth for some time in a torrid of texts and Facebook postings on the matter (because there was nothing else for either of us to do at the time), with him supporting the winner’s decision to balk at the only constant in the varying single speed World Championship races.
His point, which I appreciate, though don’t entirely agree with went thusly;
In response, the point that I made, which I happen to both appreciate and agree with whole heartedly (if only to support my opposition) went something like this;
From the Single Speed World’s inception of mountain and more recently cross, (with the exception of the Big Bear race), it has been known far and wide that if you don’t want the ink, you don’t win.
When Travis Brown first showed up to Rancho Cucamonga in 1999, I was disappointed. Not because this ‘culture’ which I had long held near and dear to my heart was now infiltrated by a pro, and in association, his mainstream sponsor, but because at that point, I knew every single person there was going to be fighting for second place. However as the professional attendance at these events became more and more common place, and the realization that five people would actually be fighting for the win, with the rest of us striving for whatever was left settled in, there was still some comfort in the fact that at least they took their ink.
I’m sure Chris and Julie are lovely individuals, and just as every past pro who attends one of these events similarly arrives bringing guns to a pencil fight, they couldn’t have possibly thought there would be any other contenders to the title.
There is one rule and one tradition that everyone knows, and they have been there from the start;
You ride a bike with one gear, and the winner gets tattooed.
This isn’t new news, and I don’t think it was sprung on anyone at the finish line.
Fine, they don’t care for the design. Frankly, I don’t either. Say for the sake of argument that we lived in a bizzaro reality where such a thing could occur, and I won the race. Personally, I would design my own, or work with any number of highly creative and skilled tattoo artists to come up with something I liked.
There- compromise made.
Ooorrrrr, even better, I think I’ve found a way to make everybody happy next year. In order to race, everyone who enters has to get half a tattoo. Then, the individuals who win, gets theirs finished.
We can go around and around about this. “It’s truly counter culture to reject the rules of the counter culture” and so on, but from my perspective, and considering that it’s the only one I have, the ink ought to be laid, or Devon Gorry and Michael Broderick should take the title.
Actually, to that end, I would hope that everyone would reject the prize all the way down to one thousandth place, then I would finally get the opportunity to emerge victorious, (if only by default) which I would gladly do with a smile.
I say all of this with partially shrugged shoulders, because though I bring this up with a somewhat hot collar, I still stand my original proclamation;
One speeding is dead, long live one speeding.
Agree with me or not, I just loves me a periodic debate about nonsense, especially when it involves a single gear. Even beyond that, I find it notable that I’ve never before written about a topic where at the start, I possessed a mild concern, and by the time I was finished, I felt a general sense of apathy. That my friends is catharsis in action.
Moving on, we have an array of other matters to discuss, each mattering less than the last.
Andy from Fyxomacallit sent me a short and sweet declaration;
“Excuses are like arseholes. We all have one, they all stink.
I’ve decided you should come to Melburn;
You could do an artshow, stand up comedy, wizard staff tutorial, whatever you feel like. You could pay for it off the back of selling t-shirts alone.
What’s your excuse?
I have no excuse. Especially now.
Speaking of Wizard Staffs, I realize that we have
- Seven months until June 23rd, but there is no sense in wasting time sitting still. The time to start planning on being awesome is now;
That’s correct ladies and gentlemen, we have the world famous WSATU (formerly the WSATW) just around the corner, and I’m like a kid at Christmas. Mark your calendars, and let’s plan on making magic.
Now that we’ve discussed matters of the future, let’s broach a couple of the present.
Eric made contact with a call to both arms as well as upper lips;
“In support of the union brothers and sisters on the movie I’m currently working here in Canada and in support of mens health, I am participating in Movember. Our team name, appropriately, is Stache of Steel. If you feel inclined, please contribute to the team at this link;
Staches Of Steel.
Like a bunch of 70′s porn-stars, or conversely a bunch of 90′s Portland barristas (same difference?), we grow and groom our moustache’s with pride….
photographic evidence available upon request.
The month is almost over. I’m sorry I dragged my feet on this issue, but they’ve spent the last week in the mud.
Moving along, George from Colorado’s Dead Deer Bike Gang sent me a spy shot of my young’n, just doing what he does best;
“Your kid is raising havoc already….”
No matter the age, an orange jumpsuit always looks awesome.
As we near the finish line, I’ll include a video I had previously seen spits and spurts of, but then found the final edit on George’s website, this year’s Thrasher magazine Skater Of The Year, Grant Taylor;
The kid barges like few others.
In closing, a small group of friends and I embarked on a speed cycle ride this weekend, and as per my usual style, I was hanging on for dear life with one hand, while snapping photos from my hip with the other. Of the dozen or so images I shot, one turned out ok, and the rest are an assortment of broken attempts with messed up colors and whatnot. I would guess it was my camera, while others have surmised it is my memory card that is at fault. Either way, some of the resulting images have a distinct Rapha-esque quality to them;
My own camera has even bought into their schtick.
Now that is a scandle.