Vacation was good

So I guess I took an extra extended break from this blog, but something was calling me back after all these years (1.5). What contributed to my sudden reemergence was a combination of a few things culminating into no less than the planets and sun realigning to greet my return:

- CINELLI VIGORELLI IS HERE (remember this song? me neither...)

- Tracey's sudden entrance to the blogosphere (although her daily thoughts appear to be more oriented towards reality and pressing global issues, trust me mine is still far superior.)

- THESE ADS SHOWED UP ON TRACKOSAURESREX

Everyone knows about Absolut, but I love these ads. From a brand manager standpoint however,  I feel like to break away from a tried and true pattern of emphasizing your bottle shape for close to a 15 years now it'd have to be something as awe inspiring and flattering as a decked out... VOLUME CUTTER.

There's a few developments in the fixed gear stratosphere that I have come to loathe and love, so be sure to look out for posts in near future about them. Until then, keep your chainline tight and your oury grips so the words oury are facing you.

Chase Me

So that billfold of ridiculous links that pop up in the early morning brought me something so completely pursuit-gasmic today. This is a 3Rensho death pursuit, photo courtesy of njs export. What's worse is licking your computer screen to Ratatat's Lex:

650c and Ethics

God I hate April Fools' Day. Maybe it's because I'm horrible at pulling destructive and borderline homosexual pranks on people close to me or maybe it's because getting maple syrup on my ass while I'm on the toilet doesn't put me in a vengeful mood. So to all you apes out there go fuck yourself and leave my stuff alone. 

On a finer note, it seems 50 cent has yet again bandwagoned to the next thug sysmbol. Check these flashing lights lights lights lights.

I guess the pompously golden the better, but god does gold plated look weak next to the modern aged boeing that is Mr. West's gold and blue munster (Who doesn't love campy shamal and blue deep v's on a Cinelli?):

I guess I have to deal with ideals sometime or another. Let's be honest, I might have had to bite the bullet a bit and put myself out there but it's only because I was festering inside for a local blog that would gain international attention like all these other deadbeat streetfix/high-top/graphic tee based blogs swirling around the web. God knows I read rodafixa everyday.

However, this is and isn't that blog for Gainesville, Florida.

So please send me links, please post, please interact and please enjoy the communal eyes of this huge fucking bicycle community. Above all else, please enjoy your bicycle: derailleurs, rims, drops, baskets, fenders, frog lights and all.