The Latest.

So, it’s been awhile. The internet at my house died. The cat disappeared. There’s an empty case of Pabst in my fridge. Half the light bulbs are out. And… yeah. That’s that. Yes, we ride our bikes in this weather, mister. Yes, we’re tough as fuck. Yes, we’re crazy. Yes, we like girls. Yes, we like bikes. Yes, we still get the filings done on time. NO, we don’t ride our bikes to Carson City. We drive. Duh.

Bootleg stickers are cool. Find your friendly neighborhood Bootlegger to give you a handful of them, then have some fun:

Remember: Surgeon general suggests sticking sticks carefully and respectfully. Don’t get caught.

Go ride your bike. Feed your pets. Do your work. Be kind. Eat healthy. Drink healthy. Hump your lover. Enjoy the holidays!

Maybe, maybe not.

I think I just might have to. Thank you, Velo Reno. 

Snow.

Yeah, it’s snowing. Love it when she falls on me. Don’t love falling off my bike. Oh well, I signed up for this job. Not much else to report other than I’m not used to the cold, yet. That will unwillingly change soon enough. 

In other news:

1. Our boy, Daryl DiBautista, went bike v. car. The car won. Daryl spent a couple days in I.C.U. at St. Mary’s and is in recovery now. I think this one is going to take awhile. Please make time to go see him in room #548. Bootleg and the boys at Moment Skis will be arranging a fundraising event to raise Daryl some cash to cover: Hospital bills, a new bike, and of course, a new helmet. Stay posted for more info soon…

2. This rookie cop even called for back-up before he ran my I.D. and checked my bike. A paddy wagon showed up and his fellow cop bros just laughed at him regarding the idea of taking a sober cyclist at 2:00 in the afternoon in… just for ghostriding one of his bikes home. Lame.

3. It’s been pretty damn windy. It’s fucking windy right now with snow mixed in, blasting my already cold face. Face. Poor mini van got popped by the wind:

 

4. Sometimes nice legs pop out of nowhere, and I don’t complain. Only complaint this time, though, is my crappy camera phone. Grrr!

5. Be careful. Watch your back. Someone, somewhere, is watching you.

Don’t let the Turkey get you down.

True statements: I don’t enjoy turkey that much. I really don’t even enjoy Thanksgiving that much. Don’t get me wrong ’cause I am grateful n’ thankful for so much in my life. So much. That shit aside, I’m really excited yesterday is yesterday and tonight I can map out Bootleg’s racing calendar for 2010. Looking forward to events such as the West Side Invite in Portland, NACCC in the ATL? D.C.?, Cycle Messenger World Championships in Guatemala, if we’re lucky mtn. biking’s Single Speed World Championships in New Zealand, Park City Point 2 Point, Downieville Classic, and oh so much more…. Our team has some serious talent, too. Look for the finalized roster in a week or two. 

In the meantime, I’m thankful for two healthy n’ happy sons, a bunch of friends, Bootleg Courier Co., a grip of bikes in my garage, another Pabst in my hand, some cool-cold air (perhaps some falling Snow), and dreams of a fun race season ahead.

Boss.

That’s right, we put the ‘Super’ in superintendent! So nice of the school district to provide Bootleg our own parking space!

Too Late.

There’s too much of this going on right now. Well no, not really, it’s just my excuse for not doing jacks@#* tonight. 

A new work week is 7 hours away bringing new clients, Adolf resurrected, hustle n’ bustle, filings, picks, drops, more filings, more picks, more drops, give Chad this, take DeF that, leave the rest for Tim, cold mornings on the bike, coffee, Snow, and…. yeah. (that’s just my filler)

Bootleg. Goddamn love this Bootleg stuff. I raise my Pabst…

11/10/9

It’s like the C, B, A’s of the 3, 2, 1’s. What?

 

10-9             You Heard Me.

10-20           14th floor, river view stall.

10-200        Flushed Twice.

10-51           Pabst on the river.

10-9             Another please….

10-4

 

Balls. Deep.

Oh yes. Sara/Sidi America we F*@#ing love you! Thanks for another year of incredible support!!! Get down to your local Sidi dealer and ask them to carry some in crazy colors besides black! Here they come:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our boy, Bean Town’s Dave K., reppin’ TUFF as always!!!

The jam.

Durango has it down! School kids run for your life as the city is haulin’ ass again!!!

Speaking of Durango, Steve “DOOM” Fassbinder, World Champion badass, fabricates the best Gor-Tex vests, jackets, and dusters. Ever. Period. ‘Nough said. Check this shit:

Apparently I’ve killed six dudes. You’re next. Most tough duster ever. I won’t be gettin’ too wet when it’s wet. Wet. 

So, if you’re in, contact Bootleg: info@bootlegcourier.com to request Doom’s phone # and I’ll give it to you! Call him up! Git yers today! Duster w/ shotguns or a vest with daggers or 357 magnums, you’ll be set for life!

In other news….. I do not know why Bootleg skipped this today: 

….’cause we could’ve come home with one of these:

Don’t argue with me. That frame is badass!

Business as Usual.

Some said Halloween. We said another day at the office!

Another day in the office it was….

Yeah we get it done! Now, in 2010 we’ll be gettin’ done even better with the help of continued and new sponsors like Sidi, Crank Bros, White Industries, and 226 Vintage. Check out their links under our ‘Friends & Fam’ section. 

Thanks to Sara, Jason, Mauricio & Paolo for helping make our bikes, scooters n’ motorcycles mo’ betta’ n’ faster then ever!

Check out our main man from Grand Sierra Resort KILLIN’ IT in his Bootleg t-shirt at Lance’s shop in Austin!! Bahahaa!!

Straight up ‘Faster Than Lance!’ Chris said it didn’t go over too well in the shop. Classic! And speaking of our boys… Dave K. from Boston holdin’ it down at the Playboy Mansion last night! Ha. Tiny. Hope that’s not what she said. Love you Davie-boy!That’s all for now from the land-o-Boot’…