quality of life issues

87 photo

are you fucking kidding me?

moving to Portland

getting the band back together

all of the above

exaggerated caricature  
worn out bumper sticker
next door neighbor
sharp cheddar cheese ball
go sharp or don’t go at all
that’s what they want you to think
ubiquity lessens its effectiveness
isolated incident-recurring dream 
warped point of view point of reference askew
constantly returning to the valve hole
a repurposed spoke out of place
fishing for a superfluous nipple
rattling around in a deep-section rim
another wheel set destined for a dentist
to ride a half ironman
weather permitting  
please give me a sign
post to lock up to
as if    it’s not me
therefore   it must be you
it’s not a straight line  it’s a circle
cycling utility circuitously  
trying rationalizing every day
insert a new variable     explain it away
you can have the look and feel
I want the real deal

CETMA cargo photo 

It’s the solstice and that’s how I like to look at it up here 48+ degrees north of the equator. When people say it’s the first day of winter that makes it sound like there’s a long slushy slog ahead and that’s not really the case. If you think it’s too cold to ride your bike, pretend you live in Calgary like this CETMA cargo bike owner and then it will feel unseasonably warm where you live. Unless you're Kirk R. Dungan, he knows what cold really is. 

Hey there Mr. Jonny Sundt, deep in the heart of Texas, that shirt must be worn out by now. I think it’s time for a renewal of the pilderwasser lifestyle sponsorship.

But now, you being firmly established in a new position of power, allows for a little quid pro quo, tit for tat, this for that. You know what I’m saying...    this   for  that

It never gets old.

       just so we're clear on this, are we clear on this?

this is a race flyer from 5.75 years ago so there you go

I don't ride a bike because I'm battling obesity

I don't ride a bike because I'm worried about the environment

I don't ride a bike because I'm trying to save money

kinda like Joe Jackson said, when he said over and over "you can't get what you want, 'til you know what you want " 

2011 is the year peter pan pilder pays the piper.

And that,  like Martha said, is a good thing.

I’ve been thinking about it for years, not just four years

more from seattle bike blog

Tin foil hats coming out of the woodwork
Parabolic bowls full of feedback loops
Stale fruitcake secret family recipes
Vitamin D    deficiency
Another cup of coffee
Top heavy
imbalance
Robotic consistency
Laser focus a little fuzzy
Misdirected           energy    
Lost      in the form of heat
Caloric output off the charts
Attach a number and label clearly
Just another easily replaced commodity

 The correlation is clear    causation cannot be determined at this time. 

hey there mister hardcore fair weather commuter under inflated OEM tire biopacer bottomed out rock shox clucker if I called you on your left would you turn it against me peering over your shoulder veering swervingly yes I guess so you see what you hear me saying is nothing as you couldn’t hear it anyway in the white noise of the freeway and the jibber jabber of that 96 rock hopper if I had a hammer I’d hammer in the morning I’d hammer in the evening allover this remover installer one inch threadless 130 mm with 25.4 clamp diameter no questions asked up to my ears in too deep 15mm star fangled nut cracker suite like this too shall pass loose balls stiff links close calls stiff drinks plus or minus one more for the road seamless transition smooth handi ramp snot rocket sidewalk free refill at tully’s

poached photo from Richard Masoner

Sometimes there’s nothing to say. Silence doesn’t bother me and I don’t feel the need to fill space with idle chit chat, talk about the weather or fiddle with an inane smart phone.  I’m more than happy to ponder questions without answers while I study the sipping stratigraphy on a pint glass.

However,    nothing says December in and for pilderwasser better than this picture.

Six years in a row.

and a year or so before that in a zine called kickstand       it was written like this: 

When you don’t know what you’re talking about

A. make something up
B. talk louder
C. crack a joke
D. shut the fuck up

(the correct answer is D)