All’s quiet on the BnC front by the seems of it. We’re at that part of winter where the cold weather is no longer a new thing, but part of the daily routine. The icy morning commutes are getting a little tedious down here, and night rides seem to have lost a little of their excitement for me. It’s a two-thirds slump, and the thought of standing in the cold hosing down a mud covered bike seems to be enough to keep me off it completely. It’s completely soft and weak, but then I’ve never claimed to be a hard man. Much easier to sit inside where it’s warm, dreaming of hot weather and new bikes whilst reading about glory through suffering on the internet. Glory through sloth, much more likely.
So what has been happening? The secret project has been clawing its way towards completion. Wheels laced, frame painted, parts gathered. The final pieces are not too far away, the final prep-work is imminent, and the anicipation is building. There’s no doubt that the wallet has taken a hefty hit, and I may have gotten a little carried away, but that’s half the fun of it right? Right? Oh god.
The Hobart BnC crew rolled out a few weeks ago for a Winter Solstice ride. A multi-story carpark skid session sent Nathan sliding across slick concrete and the Newtown velodrome witnessed some hefty spin-outs from the SS/Fixed crew. In fact, the ride included only one geared bike. While we’re by no means a one-gear exculsive gang (despite many peoples mis-conceptions!), it was an interesting development.
On a global note, BnCs international borders are expanding. Early moves are being made towards the establishment of a Columbian chapter, marking the start of BnC’s South American domination. Mad kids from the shores of the Carribean, rolling wild, worldwide!
BnC caps should be sent out very soon. Once they’re away, hoody and t-shirt pre-orders will be kick started. Check behind the couch for change.
For now, that’s about it. Maybe the rest of the BnC kids have more to report? I know Gus is prepping early ingredients for the Bike Kitchen, and Ben’s been doing his best to get lost in the desert. Matt’s downing beers and listening to good tunes across the ditch, and Dicko’s probably passsed out in a gutter somewhere in France. What’s happening in Melbourne? Someone let me know! Dave’s over in London using his camera to good ends, and I’m sure there’s plenty going on everywhere else. Let me know, I’ll tell the world.
