In the years of attending the annual Homie Fall Fest, I’ve begun my electronic retelling of said events with phrases like ‘Two Parts Fire, One Part Gas‘, and a ‘Bullet Train to Drunkingham‘, and describing the resulting glow as being pushed down some stairs into a kiddie pool full of alcohol.
Photo courtesy of Ben Hovland.
Something along those lines were the words that Evan from Mission Workshop said to me three or four months ago. Enthusiastically I agreed and had visions of endlessly flowing singletrack while artisanally made cocktails were served to me at day’s end.
Classic shenanigans brought to us by the NYPD.
Jens Voigt originally said something to that effect and I think in terms of this week spent in the wildest wilds of The State of Jefferson, It’s somewhat applicable.
At the conclusion of this project brought to us in part by Crow’s Feet Commons, Chris McNally Illustrations, Yonder Journal, Cielo Bikes, Stumptown Coffee, and most importantly, Mission Workshop, and their new line Acre Supply, my mind, body and equipment are all broken.
You know who rules? Jake rules…
As does Giro for shining this well deserved spotlight on him.
Because you never know what tomorrow might bring.
For those of you who made the connection between today’s post title and that image, congratulations.