So today is the day. This is the day where it’s pretty damn easy to find a plastic green bowler filled with vomit sitting on the ground.
We’ve also run into a slight problem. We have rouge pedicabbers.
The first came on Saturday. He pulled up to me while I was sitting at one of my secret spots.
“So where are some good spots in this town?” The guy actually tried to ask me how to take money away from me.
Four more showed up tonight. So the Roommate, Canuck, Lunchbox and Radar all went out on our own bikes to see if we could track them down. Hopefully, we scared them all off. But only time will tell.
I will try to get some pictures of the mayhem tomorrow. I’m not making any promises though. It might be too crazy.
Spoked is almost here and I want each and every one ofyou to come out for the whole weekend. I will understand if some of you cannot attend every event for the entire duration. However, I do want to see all of my lovely readers showing their support for this kick ass event!
Yours truly will be teaching a bike maintenance work shop on Saturday from 1:30 till 2:00 p.m. So come on by, sign up, and tell me if you read it here. I might see if I can get you a discounted or free spoke card.
So, Jail Bird, formally known as Headbanger is now out of jail and back working pedicab.
Back in November Headbanger was out walking around town. He hit up a few too many bars, and he was feeling a little stupid. While walking down Bull street he sees a glass bottle sitting in a trashcan. He takes bottle out, and throws it against the ground. I breaks and glass goes everywhere.
It was at the same moment that two cops were walking by. They see this happen. They ask Headbanger to come over to them. …
What does he do you ask?
He runs away. Not the brightest move on his part.
The cops finally catch him and shove his face down into the pavement. The bruises weren’t pretty. He then gets put in jail and sentenced to 90 days for littering and obstructing an officer.
If you’re not familiar with this song than shame on you. It reminds me of Headbanger.
The obstructing charge gets dropped, so all he has left is a littering charge.
I realize that I might have lied a little. I lied to you about putting up more photos by today. However, there is a good excuse. I tried to upload some of the pictures to flicker. However, flicker decided to not like me. It said that I loaded to many pictures for this month.
I am working on this.
In the mean time. I do have some of the photos from the trick jam.
By Bret Kuck
By Bret Kuck
By Brett Kuck
By Brett Kuck
These are all photos from the River City trick jam. The River City Trick Jam was a trick competition. People came in from all over to check it out and compete. There were some epic wipe outs.
I do want to thank Brett though for the use of some of his pictures. There only so many things you can do with a point and shoot camera.
These were some of the better guys that competed in the trick jam. I will have some videos up soon though. I’m getting a friend of mine to help me edit them together.
Okay so I don’t have a vendetta against someone. Well, at least no one that you know of yet. But you will.
For a multitude of reasons, I had abandoned my dear blog. And looking back, I could not tell you why I did it. Each and every reason I can think of seems piss and/or poor.
All that matters is I’m back. I do think that I am going to change the format a little though. As of late, I have had more on my mind than just pedicab. Maybe it’s because this has been such a slow, miserable winter. Maybe it is because I am growing as a cyclist but I would like to focus on alternative needs transportation, the cycling community here in Savannah, and of course more wacky stories from the bastard street children of this fair city.
I have been told to update this blog more often for so long. Even though I don’t have to keep this up anymore, I feel guilty when I do not update.
Thanks Beth.
I am sad to say though that I will not get much of a chance to update this break. My parents do not have very acessable internet in their house. So here I am sitting in Starbucks so I can use their internet. Kill Me.
As I sip on some bitter, disgusting, piece of shit drink I am thinking back to this past Friday.
A-cupp, the Roommate, and the crazy Canadian came into town to visit me.
The Crazy Canadian (CC) is a new friend who is not a pedicabber. However, My friends and I have converted her to the pedal powered side.
I was working in my tent at Marion Square when they all showed up. In typical Roommate fashion, he was the first, he swerved up and skidded his back tire on the wet brick sidewalk. The rest fallowed behind him.
I have enjoyed bicycling in Chucktown. However, while biking around with the crew I had a bit of revelation. It was the dirty south coming to the Holy City. Not to say that Charleston is the Mecca for cyclists. For from it. A-Cupp put it best.
“I just feel dirty compared to the bike kids here.” It was true. It was obvious that we were not used to these streets. Not by the way we biked, but by the way we looked. Patches on our bags, Cycling caps and leather jackets. It was just strange.
I am currently back at my parents house in Summerville, S.C. Yes, I claim Charleston as my home town. But to be completely honest I grew up in Summerville. If you took one look at this town you would understand why I call Chucktown my home.
Summerville is a vapid shallow town. You are judged not by the way you carry yourself, or by your character, but by the large SUV you drive and who your parents are.
I hate it here.
I have managed to get in some bike riding here. As a little experiment I tried riding my bike on main street. This is the heaviest traffic area in the whole town. I took my legally alloted space in the road.
I pedaled. I lived. I nearly shit myself. Never again. This town is not ready for cyclist. Nor do they deserve us.
In case you were wondering, yes I do occasionally take a day off.
Do you want to know what I do on my days off?
Are you sure you want to know?
Well my friends the answer is simple.
I ride my bicycle
On this particular lovely day, the roommate, Radar and I went out to the track on Hutchinson Island. If you have never worked your way out there then shame on you.
It is so much fun. The designer of this track had a thing for racing cars. So he created this stretch of road with sharp bank curves and long straight aways. Which is amazing to take at your highest speed.
Here are some pictures from our adventures out that night.
Sitting at Ban nard and Congress the other night, the drivers and I were talking about how we would like to open up a pedicab bar. It could be a bar for pedicabbers, but more likely, it would a pedicab themed bar.
We decided we wanted to do this after inventing two new shots.
The first one would be the pedicab special. This lovely concoction would change every time.
Take one pint glass.
Fill with three counts of every liquor within reach.
Do this again.
Then fill add a little sprite.
And there you have it people. This is the pedicab special.
The next shot, and my personal favorite, is the Paula Dean. I am a fan of this shot just for how horrible it really is.
Take one half empty land o lakes tub of butter.
Melt half of said butter.
Fill to the top with Southern Comfort.
You’re done! Enjoy your liver and heart going out at the same time.
Oh and if you pay the bartender a little extra he might slip a little cocaine into the shot.
