A plate of garbage.

I mean, it says so and everything.


Though our particular plate of garbage might not be one buried under a healthy portion of heart disease and ketchup, it is still equally unorganized, and will most likely result in a nap.

Getting right into the action, from the cyclocrossed style of bikesportcycle athletic pursuiting superstar, Mr. Barry Wicks, I received the following correspondence notifying us of some stuff;

“Stevil-

Here is some fodder for your blogging activities. See how easy I make your life?

Keep it Sexy,
Barry”

Barry’s mere existence makes my life easy. Getting these sorts of heads up is just icing on the cake.

I’ve seen them bags what Barry be referencing, and they are pretty damned snazzy;


If you happen to find yourself in the township of Bend on the ninth of December, swing by and give’er what for.

Continuing with the ongoing saga regarding Chuey, Hans just released the following video highlighting some sights and sounds from this past weekend’s throwdown;

That’s a lot of happy people.

But our efforts don’t stop there. John from Market Street Cycles has organized a raffle which for only ten dollars can net you some fabulous prizes, which he has elaborated on thusly;

“Just a reminder that raffle tickets are still on sale at Market Street Cycles (and Pedal Revolution after 2pm today on), and the prizes are SWEET!

The drawing is Sunday, December 2nd, and you don’t have to be present to win. Here are the goods:

A COMPLETE Surly Pugsley bicycle.

All Hail the Black Market’s SOLD OUT Smokey and the Bandit jersey:

A Swobo Sanchez frameset in ANY size they make.

A home espresso machine.

And a merino wool Swobo jersey and arm warmer set.

Come git ‘em!!”

If one of these fantastic prizes strikes your fancy, alls you gotta do is Pay Pal ten smackers to johnmcdonell(at)gmail(dot)com to get in the running.

However, at this time, there’s no word whether or not the Pugsley comes with a beard.

And speaking of raffles, and awesome prizes for a good cause, my old chum Warpath from NYC Velo got in touch with one that they are holding for their fellow storm ravaged East Coasters;

This is happening. Spread the word. Help the healing. And maybe win a bitchin’ frame.

Tickets may be purchased in person at the shop or online.

With goods from Kona and Rosko, you can’t go wrong;

Finally, from Cooper, (pictured here taking advantage of some rad);

Photo by Ted Ketai
-I got the following notification informing us that you truly can’t make all of the people happy all of the time;

“Dude,

My dude’s cousin was wearing the “I’m fucked up” shirt I bought him (for chicken sitting & for Chuey) at home depot and they told him “he couldn’t wear that in there” and then told him to leave or they would call the cops. Then escorted him out. Thought you might be proud to know. So rad

-Coop”

Proud!? Being proud doesn’t begin to describe the waterfall of emotions that overcame me when I read that email.

The truth is, I fell down on the floor in a weepy pile and peed my pants in joy.

And then I recognized that this is one more reason I refuse to patronize that godless, and soul-sucking place.

By the way, I’d like to make mention that in order to make room for an upcoming shipment of new AHTBM socks, I have to clear out the old style, so I’ve marked down the small/medium Blackweiser socks (Coop’s sock of choice, by the way) to just ten dollars;

Now, as we wipe our faces with our sleeves, (or our socks, depending on individual flexibility), we’ve come to the end of the main course.

Somebody pass the antacids.

18 thoughts on “A plate of garbage.

  1. You haven’t lived till you’ve had a Garbage Plate (and you might not live much longer afterword). I used to work right around the corner from them and would go every Friday. We coined the need for a nap after a ‘plate as ‘The Post Nick’s Depression’. I hereby invite thee to experience the ‘Finest’ Rochester has to offer in terms of food, beer, and trails- with absolutely no events attached.

  2. I gots to chime in that having grown up in the Upstate/ Western part of NY, I ate the Garbage Plate many a time. It’s just good unhealthy food before the age of Fiery Style Donkey Sauce, gold frosted tips and Flavortown Bull*&@t. Worth a try if ever you get a chance. Long Live Nick’s! Death to Fiery!

    And they got some rad Hi-Tek Singletrack in the area…

  3. What kinda rookie move is this? Putting ketchup on a plate is punishable by a kick in the balls….and now I’m craving a Plate….And the Roc won’t kill ya, it will just make you wish you were dead…

  4. The recently legal trails in the city are a pretty nice mix, hopefully we’ll get to expand the program in the near future.

  5. So let’s say some company wanted to make you a custom fat bike.
    Would you grow a beard and then put a suspension post on it?

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