Fine news this morning. I got a package from Dirt Rag full of shirts, socks, and stickers. I can't decide what to wear first.
I haven't had a chance to try on the jersey, but the Viking Cat assures me that the club-cut gives him plenty of mobility:
The stickers said "Ride a fucking bike" and "One less car, bitch." I found the first too forceful, and the second too pretentious. So I made some alterations.
The command became a statement of fact:
And the imperious statement became a reason for my girlfriend to slap me in the mouth:
That's what she gets for leaving her bike with me.
All of this stickiness is in preparation for the Single Speed Stage Race World Championships at Breck Epic, which I'm covering for the magazine. Eight people from the Pgh/ WV are already signed up. And there's always room for one more car in the caravan. Sign up is here.
For some stupid reason, MikeMac is considering having a fixed gear class. And on the facebook page, he's offering a jersey to anyone who can think of something more horrible than doing the race fixed. I think I'm in the lead so far:
If you have something worse than a bath in whale semen, by all means, take that free jersey from me. Then go see a psychiatrist.