I had just returned from the grocery store at 4pm Saturday night, after dropping $92 and some change on race food, when the nausea set in. I dismissed it as pre-race jitters and the effects of sleep deprivation after spending much of the previous night readying my gear for my 4th Arrowhead 135 race. Unfortunately, the queasy feeling failed to cease, and the diarrhea started around midnight. I figured I had until early Monday morning to rid myself of the digestive funk, so I took a couple of Immodium pills and continued to prep my Pugsley and race junk for…
A Complete & Awesome Waste Of Time Exhibit A: Heavy Metal Laundry Tips. Exhibit B: Live Fast, Have A Near Death Experience a' la Nikki Sixx, Then Grow A Beard. Like Aaron said when he passed this one to me: Beard = Wisdom. Nikki still doesn't have a beard. Mick Mars did, sort of, for a while. Exhibit C: In thinking about the critiques of our color choices that have trickled like pus from a gonhorrea patient's nether leather since we started this crazy ride, I have begun to think that perhaps people assume we don't consider our color options…
I know, I know. More than one blog post in a month? Are we on speed or something? Here's the sitch: The 1x1 Rat Ride, later renamed the Surly 1x1, was our very first frame. Holy crap. When was that? A lot has probably happened since then. We thought about it for a while with our tongues sticking out, sat down, chewed on our pencil stubs, did the math, and discovered that in the universal language of mathematics there is a simple equation to explain it. 1x1=11. Hard to believe but Surly turns eleven years old this year. Hardened blackhearts…


