We need to race in Hobart…
Category: Random Crap
Maximum output, activate the pit!
“[Scott] Vogel is widely known in the scene not just for his tireless efforts to keep hardcore punk and metalcore “pure” and “fun,” but for his love of stagedives, and for his tendency for bizarre and often hilarious on-stage banter, known colloquially as “Vogelisms“. Examples include: “We need to elevate the maximum stagedive potential”, “Take this shit to the next level”, “Who cares if you’re Christian?”, and “Maximum output! Activate the pit!””
Vogelisms.com
(Hit refresh for a new quote)
GODDAMN CANNUCKS!
You might have read on Fyxomatosis/House Of Pistard a few days ago about some crazy Canadian working as a courier in London. A fuckwit in a Mercedes tried to kill him, and as can happen in situations where morons bring you close to death, he snapped. It ended with a bike through a windscreen, or as some like to call it ‘justice’.
Anyway, it turns out the crazy bastard was none other than the brother of local Hobart-based Canadian courier Dave “American Possum” McCaig. It’s a small world after all!
The Older McCaig
You can read some details about the whole thing here. The kids at House Of Pistard are doing a heap of stuff to cover Ryan’s (or as we like to call him, American Dave Snr’s) damage costs, including some ripper t-shirts. Punk rock fans will notice the blatant rip-off of The Clash’s London Calling CD cover, and we whole-heartedly approve.
Go buy one so Dave has someone to hang out with when he gets to London!
Bikes and Bridges
Defiance Ohio are a totally neat band from Florida. They make awesome heartfelt folk punk music about good stuff (including bikes). They’re touring here in January. You show go and see them.
Even Columbus looks better on the back seat of a bike and all my fears get washed away in a stream of blinking lights and the concrete strip below seems less like a noose and more like a tie that binds or at least a tourniquet. it’s been such a hard season and the bridges we burned might be all we had to keep us from drowning. but at least we had this time; and i’d like to think we’re better off for it. i’ll remember this. sometimes broken things make the best building supplies. and we’ll keep on building. hearts aren’t made of glass, they’re made of muscle and blood and something else. and they don’t so much as break as bend and tear. we have what it takes to keep it together; and move on.
-Defiance Ohio, Bikes and Bridges (from their record Share What Ya Got)
Def,OH said…
Any relationship that matters – a friendship, a family, a romance, a band – anything – is a perilous and fragile thing because along with all the amazing experiences and creations that can come from something so intimate and exhausting comes the possibility for things to crumble and shatter or whither and die. when that happens, it’s easy to forget what was precious amidst all the disaster. we should always carry our history with us but never let it bury us.
The trials and tribulations of Pevis McEllendale (1882)
An example of the long, rich cycling history that exists throughout Tasmania was sent to the BnC inbox last week. We can only hope that such tales of grandeur and glory are told of us hundreds of years in the future.
Ben said I could be a honourary member of the gang even though I don’t ride one of those fixed chain skinny tyred beasts around in circles.
I think my Great, great, great, great, great grand father Pevis McEllendale (who changed his name to James Clark after a long story) was one of the original Iron Horses of rock who competed in 1882.
Legend has it that Pevis rode a respectable race but failed to finish in the top 3 placings. It is understood that Pevis’s bike was way ahead of it’s time having a hollow steel frame instead of solid cast iron. His bike is rumoured to have weighed only 87kg which was around half of the normal for the time, amazing!
The disadvantage that Pevis faced in 1882 with is that his bike had no seat and Pevis was forced to take it up the ass for the whole 13 hours he raced for. It’s no wonder he missed the podium after that shafting. Apparently the creek crossings were an ordeal!!
So in the memory of old Pevis I have no choice but to enter myself into the Bottles and Chains ‘Disciples of the Iron Horse’ Ride event, with no seat! No scratch that, with seat. My race title will be ‘Pevis McEllendale Jnr’.
Disco.
See you there!
What is best in life?
To crush your hills, to see the trail before you, and to hear the exhilaration of your friends!
eWars
Ok, so for those who follow the online fixed community, you’ll no-doubt know that when it comes to Australian sites, Andy’s fyxomatosis.com and Dan’s shifterbikes.com are the two leaders of the pack (bad pun). There’s recently been a little bit of controversy over a new website (fixxxation.org, currently offline) that’s sprung up, and its similarity to Andy’s site. Understandable, because the likeness is a little strong. We’re a bit low on content here at the moment, so I thought I’d post up my 2c, as cross-posted from the fixed.org.au forums.
Rites of spring
The weather’s toying with us lately. Warm days with the mercury pushing 20 degrees. Right now it’s 8 in the evening and it’s still sitting at 18 degrees. Shorts and t-shirts are once again suitable riding gear. We know it’s not going to last though, it’s just the seasons giving us a taste of what’s still a few months away; summer. Right now I’m thinking it may even be worth the wait. It’s been a dismal winter and I think we’re all feeling it. There’s definitely a desperate need for some hot days to burn away the cobwebs and bad moods. Bring it on I say.
I want hot mornings at the beach, afternoons drinking coffee, evenings sitting in a park downing cold beers, and riding in between it all. Sweaty punk rock shows and BBQs with mates. Sweat streaming down faces, the sun beating down on backs. Wading pools filled with cool water and summer days in the shade. Reggae days and thrash punk nights.
I want a revolution summer.
A tribute
To a man, a bicycle and a dirt jump.
More words
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tanhauser Gate. All those … moments will be lost in time, like tears…in rain. Time to die.
-Roy Batty, Blade Runner
I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.-T.S. Elliot, The Waste Land