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Monday, April 20, 2009

posted by Brother David Sunshine

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Friday's warm temperature prompted me to take most of the day off to pack up the Pug with camping gear, ride kilometers of dirt trails, and set up camp at a stealth shoreline spot as the sun set behind the trees shrouding the trail. I like fire when I camp. It's one of the things that creates an enjoyable night in the woods. But it's dry here. So I brought the paintcan stove to keep my fire in check. The stove was set up near my hammock, in a wet area, to further diminish the chances of starting grass or brush on fire. In addition to reducing the risk of starting an unwanted blaze, the stove heats water in my Klean Kanteen. It allows me to use less firewood, while enjoying more focused heat and sucking in less smoke than I normally would with an open fire. When properly elevated, the stove doesn't leave burn marks on the ground. And the ashes are easily spread or buried, so I can leave the campsite looking like it did before I arrived. As my evening meal (Mountain House seafood chowder) was rehydrating in its foil pouch, I searched my cooking kit to discover that I'd neglected to repack my folding Ti spork after I'd washed it that morning. The thought of eating dinner and Saturday's breakfast without a spoon pushed me to find a replacement for the missing utensil. While combing the site for a piece of wood that could potentially become a spoon…with a bit of whittling, I glanced over at the empty Boddingtons beer can lying on the ground in front of the Pug. From that can came this… I folded the sharp edges over and crimped them down with my Leatherman pliers to avoid tongue and lip lacerations. The finished product isn't pretty, but it worked. No spoon-induced mouth injuries to report. Other than the lack of a spoon, my cooking kit served me well again. The 500ml pot holds everything I need to boil water for a couple of meals. I can include 3 additional Esbit solid fuel tabs inside the pot, if the handkerchief lives outside of the pot. 6 Esbit tabs will typically boil enough water to make 4-6 meals, depending on my entrée choices and my desire for tea or coffee with my meals. Of course, I heat water in the Klean Kanteen, if there's a fire ablazin'. More often than not, I use less than 50% of my allotted fuel on a trip. I'm not limited to Esbit with this kit. A small alcohol stove and 150ml of alcohol fit inside the pot in place of the solid fuel tabs and stove. Alcohol is cleaner and faster than Esbit, but it's more temperature-sensitive. Esbit is less prone to flare-ups, and it won't spill...a plus when one is forced to cook in a vestibule due to unfavorable weather conditions. One key to low-hassle, impromptu overnight camping trips is knowing the limitations of your gear. After years of refinement, my cooking kit is a known quantity. It rarely changes, and if it does, the change is a subtle upgrade. Plus, it's physically small, so I can always find a spot for it in a backpack, frame bag, or pannier. Down the road, I hope to build the same confidence in the rest of my gear. -----

Monday, April 20, 2009

posted by Patch O'Houli

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I'm not trying to brag when I say Surly has fans all over the world. We're not just talking about happy Surly riders either, but hungry folks looking for Surly bits and pieces: Mr B from Irkutsk, Russia desperately seeking a Pugsley; a man in Zagreb, Croatia looking to get an LHT; Andrea lamenting the inability to find a complete Big Dummy in Italy. These aren't the sorts of things one can make up. Similar emails roll in regularly and it's astounding really. I guess this fancy Interweb has woven our global fabric a bit tighter, in some ways at least.
A short while ago we got an email from Parn in Bangkok looking for some LHTs. He found a source and has been going on his merry way I suppose. Well, I just got an update from him last week. Being as I live in a leaden cave that blocks the transmission of most news media I had to research the back story. I've hyperlinked for your edification:
Dear my friends around the world, Just send some photos that you may have been never see on the news. After they move the burned buses out of the road at noon. We back to celebrate our new year festival on the same road in the evening. That's Thai people !! See you someday Parn
Parn attached 15 photos composed of such bizarre juxtaposition I thought perhaps I hadn't fully slept off the remnants of the weekend. I did a quick inventory to set my mind at ease:
Pulse? Check. Day of Week? Monday, check. Made it to work? Check. Leaking fluids? Negative, check. Fully clothed? Check. I think it's gonna be a long, interesting week. Particularly since a butcher's handful of us are headed to Fruita for the Fat Tire Fest where will drink in the sweet nectar of world-class singletrack. More on that later. Happy Monday, Surly Folk ... wherever you are. -----

Thursday, April 09, 2009

posted by Kenny Bloggins

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Get up. Get on up. -----

Monday, April 06, 2009

posted by Kenny Bloggins

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The hairiest of Surly, just barely.
There are two Surly employees you've probably never heard of. This does not mean they are not doing important jobs, quite the contrary.
Meet Gigi
Here we see Gigi testing our Endomorph tires for sidewall durability and wet weather performance. After this test we also learned that dog blood shows up suprisingly well on an Endomorph. Gigi didn't care. Gigi belongs to Johnny. They both enjoy product testing, being aggressive, whining when left alone, drinking beer, and humping. Johnny's spring project has been teaching Gigi to ride in a trailer and wear a backpack. Discuss.
Meet Wilma
Wilma's pretty good at nosing her ball in everyone's crotch until you throw it for her. Andy falls for this most often...not a suprise. It's worth mentioning that Wilma's only got front wheel drive, as she lost one of her rear legs as a puppy. So, when Andy tossed the ball a little too close to Nick's cube wall, Wilma did the ultimate butt powerslide into the wall while trying to stop. The wall moved about 6 inches, the dog freaked, and about 30 cans toppled to the floor. Retriever that she is, Wilma started picking up all the cans and delivering them to us. Good girl.
Stock update.

We just received some fancy new things. Black Steamroller frames and complete bikes are in stock and they look real nice. You can order one up today from your favorite local bike shop.

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