It is Wednesday, and that means Weir. Since his house burned down, he’s been a bit pre-occupied and we haven’t really expected him to want to talk about bikes. Fine by us. We talk about bikes all day, every day, and some of the fun of this blog is talking about some other stuff sorta related to us as a company or us as in the people who work here. And sometimes that means talking about stuff that isn’t bikes. Anyway, here’s the latest update from Novato’s latest homeless dude:

So some interesting stuff happening around this place. When the smoke cleared we heard some good stuff and bad. First off, my neighbors heard a rumor that was going around. Apparently I collect heavy artillery. You know, big guns and grenades stuff like that. So that’s why my garage went up in smoke. Pull the pin let’s play catch. Shit, you lost, no more torso for you.

We got my jeep out. Then, as we started breaking down stuff we had some fun with it with my neighbor’s tractor. Just wait till we hit the structure.

A couple nights ago the cops called because of a breaking at the pit.  5 underage kids slipped out the back of their house at 2:30a.m, jumped on their bikes – destination my burnt down shit hole. I got the names of these kids and I was considering a full ban for all of them. After hearing that they had been there for about 30 minutes and did no damage I was puzzled.  If they would have had more time, who knows? At least burning the place down would have been a tall order. We are going to have a meeting with the NOB to find the best way to deal with this lack of respected. Maybe push-ups. Good thing it was not kid Kyle.

Then the my final kick in the balls came Saturday night. Throw another log on the fire.  I had no clue about this thing they call spare the air days. I thought that was for city folk. Never once did I have any issues at the pit. Now, only a couple minute bike ride down the road, having a fire pit can be a finable act. So, at 11:30 Saturday evening the fire engine showed up, but this time at my new place. They seemed disappointed when they got out. Hotrod and I sitting in a couple of kids chairs with 2 empty bottles of 1942 (thanks Yuba crew), and a small fire pit with perfect flame to coal ratio. In the end they didn’t have the heart to write me up since they put my house out a couple weeks before. But we had to put out the fire.  What a total sham, these no burn nights are total crap. Another way just to make money. Like they really give a shit about environment. Just keep adding lanes to highway 101 and spilling oil into the bay. I will be the one burning some sudden oak death firewood with a heat-on and a fat lip… Hey look, there is no spare the air day today (Monday), no money in it for them. Who has a bon-fire on a Monday?

Just keep looking and you will see. Where does the money go? They have over 160 people driving around on these so-called spare the air days just in Marin. That seems like a touch counterproductive to me. Oh, that’s right. Wood smoke is way worse than burnt Shell V-power.

It’s good to see that Weir is maintaining a perverse sense of humor as well as a heightened paranoia. He works best that way. Speaking of fossil fuels, and tangents that have nothing to do with bicycles, a couple people wondered why the hell we were writing about the El Dakaro rally in the last post. I have no answer to that, except that I love the damn thing. It rules.

Fortunately, a concerned reader emailed in a connection to this very company, which we were completely unaware of:

Yeah, it’s a stretch. But that there Santa Cruz sticker is on the hood of an El Dakaro chase truck which belongs to Mike Shirley, of Double Down Athletic Club in Reno, which in turn is part of the Rally Pan-Am caravan, who are doing a thankless but totally kickass job of supporting U.S rider Jonah Street, who is currently riding 7th overall in the motorcycles. We would like to extend this special offer to the members of Rally Pan-Am: Bring me the bike of Francisco Lopez after the rally, and I will give you a a whole bunch of brand new stickers in exchange.

No? Okay, how about a new bicycle?

No? Ten bikes?

Tough crowd. Finally, sticking with the nothing to do with bikes theme here, how about mustaches? Proof positive that the internet is a place of great wonders.