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The Great Decider’s Blessed Gated Racing Discipline

Posted in Random by Mickey/SpookyBikes on August 20, 2009

The Great Decider’ Blessed Gated Racing Discipline

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25 different, and in some cases non-production, individual slalom-specific tires collected over 15 years and carefully aged, 2 appropriate wheelsets(one closer to xc weight, one closer to DH, different widths for varying tire profiles, both with tubeless or tubed options)

Two totally dialed custom hardtails; One optimized with geometry and components for the two predominate course styles.  One for predominately high-speed grass courses and one bike optimized for more balanced, bmx influenced course design.  Both with the absolute finest suspension and brake tuning and modifications and lighting quick shifting, without compromising thrift or durability.

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-3 different flat pedals(varying level of grip)
-DX spd’s
-Shoes- Nike Nico Voillouz signature clip shoes(exactly like the Lance shoes but infinitely better), motorhead edition vans tnt’s, Etnie’s og tag1’s and 5.10’s
-various costumes to suit the appropriate frequency of the Factory to Palmer Spectrum

I never realized how much I love DS until I started getting gear together for Highland Mountain’s slalom race this weekend, a course built the Moses of Northeastern US Slalom, Kyle Ebbet.

When I was a kid…
Well apparently I am still firmly stuck in 1999, and my hormonally crazed ideal of  what a “totally fu@king factory” slalom setup would look like.   I think it’s has to do with spending my summers in highschool chop-sawing 2hip Pork downtubes instead of getting Laid…
Not that this hyper-analytical near religious zeal will ever really help me do well in an event, but a stash like this makes you realize what a packrat you can become about things you deeply and truly love…. They are like pictures of the children and grand children I will never have.

God Bless Bicycles.  And God, please, help us save slalom and make it prosper. Saleh

Why write this blogpost? To make slalom explode across the inter-sphere tubes like the very word of the deity you may or may not hear inside of you.

Ripping small hills in confined spaces IS everything sweet and pure and holy in mountain biking.

Never has there been a more perfect venue to do this in front of a bunch of friends, and maybe even for a medal and some media exposure.

What really made Palmer?   If you ask me, it was his epic slalom battles in an XC helmets against the Houseman’s, Carter and Pistol Pete.
We saw the snarling man full of absolute drive through some Spy Scoop XL’s and a tiny piece of styrofoam.    We felt the tension build between motos, and saw how hard all these guys could draw pistols in a duel.

Say it loud, and clearly, for long enough, and all the world can share in the wonderfull tenet that only Slalom will ever set us Free, that only Slalom will ever make us rich, and that Slalom, and only Slalom is The Great Deciders Blessed Gated Racing Discipline.

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Listen To Dan Rather

Posted in Random by Mickey/SpookyBikes on August 19, 2009


By Dan Rather Sunday, August 9, 2009

You don’t have to care about media companies or reporters to care about the state of the news, because if it’s in trouble — and it surely is — this country is in trouble.

That’s why, while speaking recently at the Aspen Institute, I called upon President Obama to form a commission to address the perilous state of America’s news media. Some might scoff at the notion that a president and a country occupied by two wars and a recession should add the woes of the news media to an already crowded plate. But the way the news is delivered, and the quality of the information the American public receives about what’s going on here and abroad, has and will continue to have a profound effect on these very issues and on the overall quality of government by, for and of the people.

I am not calling for any sort of government bailout for media companies. Nor am I encouraging any form of government control over them. I want the president to convene a nonpartisan, blue-ribbon commission to assess the state of the news as an institution and an industry and to make recommendations for improving and stabilizing both.

Why bring the president into it? Because this is the only way I could think of to generate the sort of attention this subject deserves. Academia and think tanks generate study after study, yet their findings don’t reach the people who need to be reached. We need a real and broad public discussion of the role news is meant to play in our democratic system of government and a better public understanding of the American news infrastructure’s fragile condition. We need to know how things got this way and what we need to change.

An intense period of corporate consolidation over the past 25 years, aided and abetted by deregulation by the Federal Communications Commission, has reduced to a mere handful the sources from which most Americans get their news. While independent reporting has been winnowed and homogenized, the news organizations responsible for this reporting have largely fallen under corporate mandates to increase profits quarterly — which has meant a reduction in news-gathering personnel, the shuttering of overseas bureaus and the nearly complete subordination of a public trust to the profit motive. Moreover, corporate values of risk aversion have increasingly filtered down to newsrooms, supplanting news values.

The big conglomerates that own most of America’s news media may have, at any given moment, multiple regulatory, procurement and legislative matters before various arms of the federal government; their interests, therefore, can often run contrary to the interests of the citizens whom journalism, at its best, is meant to serve. There is little incentive to report without fear or favoritism on the same government one is trying to lobby. Increasingly, the news we get — and, significantly, the news we don’t get — reflects this conflict of interests. The news infrastructure, weakened from within by this corrosive dynamic, is at risk of toppling altogether because of a separate, though not unrelated development: the coast-to-coast collapse of the newspaper industry, which has lost the key revenue streams of classified and local advertising to the Internet. For radio, television and, yes, the Internet, newspapers have been and continue to be the foundation on which “hard” news rests.  They provide the reporters who are our primary and often our only independent sources in places as close as city zoning hearings and as far away as Indonesia.

Anyone who has worked in other media knows that, if newspapers are taken out of the equation, dwindling news resources will be stretched to the breaking point. You will not turn on your television and hear an anchor admit this. What you will see, instead, is more opinion, commentary and marketing masquerading as news. You will get more in-studio shouting matches between partisans, moderated by openly partisan talking heads. And so shows that can be produced on the cheap, with little to no real reporting, fan impotent citizen anger at a government whose workings, absent hard-hitting reporting, seem ever-more opaque — and at a world that, absent consistent, contextualized coverage, seems to defy comprehension. We need news that breeds understanding, not contempt; news that fosters a healthy skepticism of the workings of power rather than a paralyzing cynicism. We need the basic information that a self-governing people requires. The old news model is crumbling, while the Internet, for all its immense promise, is not yet ready to rise in its place — and won’t be until it can provide the nuts-and-bolts reporting that most people so take for granted that it escapes their notice. This is a crisis that, with no exaggeration, threatens our democratic republic at its core. But you won’t hear about it on your evening news, unless the message can be delivered in a way that corporate media have little choice but to report — such as, say, the findings of a presidential commission.

The writer, who was a CBS reporter for 44 years, is global correspondent and managing editor of HDNet’s “Dan Rather Reports.”

Words… Too many

Posted in Random by Mickey/SpookyBikes on August 13, 2009

The following are emails written in between phone calls from customers asking where their very late bike frames are;

I made the compromise to live “like an artist”. No heating oil in the summer= no hot water. No car= extra few thousand dollars a year… Living within 300% of the poverty line gives me really awesome free health insurance here in Mass… Make friends with the local bartenders, barista’s and drug dealers- Trade them things you make for things you want. Only spend money on things you NEED.

Staying “real” and “true” and all that sort of shit to my ideals, and being vocal about it has given me a whole lot of credit and good-will in the bike biz. People know that when I say something, or when we make something, there’s no bullshit. I’ve always been irascible and outspoken, absolutely, to a fault. That means that I have rarely ever compromised. The Proud Highway is lonely.   It’s madness(or suicide) to think that it’s not worth the struggle.

For a little bit I lost myself inside “the company”… became my own art, or perhaps the canvas. That was driving a wedge between my head and reality…. It didn’t work for me. I sell an ideology about supporting “the scene”. The scene isn’t just one dude with a few milling machines and a bootleg copy of Adobe Illustrator… The art has to be bigger than my intentions of it for it to be successful, to make me happy. People need to enjoy it as well… On their own terms. We all, as artists in a consumer/object-fetish society need to find ways to come to terms with the cognitive dissonance of the intentions we have for art, and the interpretations the finished product has. Finding the fine line there, without coming off as a pretentious douche is the real demarcation line of something that smells like success, or so it seems. Bullshit runs deep inside us all. It comes from every corner, seeping in according to Boyle’s law.. Manufactured by schools, Proctor and Gamble and The Complex;
It’s navigating the bullshit with some sort of purity of vision; giving people the space to have their own vision, and language to express their vision, that’s what I try to do.

Well, that or build some bikes that go fast.

Portland is great. I’ve lost many friends to that moist city of hair and hard coffee and polyamorous bike love. I refuse to live on that side of the great divide though, and in true Mickey fashion, I’ll explain why:

If you ever find yourself in Denver driving west, stop and ride from the Coors Brewery to Bufallo Bill’s grave. Do it good and drunk, under a full moon. Look across the prairie, and just fucking bawl your eyes out seeing the landmass you are leaving behind, knowing good and well how fucking gigantic the distance is between Chicago and Denver. Turn to the west, smell the hops that came in on the trains from the Canadian prairie being turned into swill behind you. Look at the purplish silhouette of Mt Evans and take whatever pill anyone will offer you to keep your brain screwed together. Once you cross those mountains, with your possessions and hopes packed up for delivery on the other side, to that huge dark pacific shore, there is no coming back.

As an emotionally-neutered man-child, I can’t hack it on the other side of the Western Continental Divide. The dull horrible expanses of the Prarie are at least arable. Once; it was a vast grass sea full of exotic meat creatures… The failure of the prairie ecosystem, seen through the prism of the failure of midwestern society is a sort of hopelessness that I can deal with. The inter-mountain and desert west sucks every last bit of familiarity out of a cripple like me. The people all seem to be made of volcanic glass and scorpion flesh, and are all clearly sociopaths, with the ways they smile and pretend to be interested in your troubles. The women are all clearly syphilitic whores, and the very earth out there, Nature, the planet entirely, will well and truly crush you to death under the weight of what feels like freedom, but is truly just the ability to fill a gas tank.

Go to Rifle CO, and find the site where they exploded a nuclear bomb in a coal mine in an attempt to access a natural gas deposit… In those mountains, there is a division.
The West will kill me. .. Probably in a leg shaving-related shower accident in the middle of a desert. Have you ever seen human blood spill directly onto white desert sand? I have nightmares, still, about the blood oozing out of the desert floor in an abandoned hotel tennis court in the Salton Sea.

Look out for bigfoot.


Game on.

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