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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

posted by Kenny Bloggins

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Ruby, are you mad at your man?

If you are a dyed-in-the-wool bicycle 'enthusiast', you likely know by now that Surly’s pimp is bicycle components distribution monolith QBP.  That Surly exists as the thought balloon within the Family Circus cartoon that is Big Q (as they call it there) is one of life's little paradoxes.   We, being us, have a hard time sitting still and being good because they do things like call themselves Big Q. They, being them, behave like an exhausted teenaged babysitter coping with a toddler that won’t go to sleep. But sometimes as if by divine intercedence the pristine tranquility of Big Q’s Valium-like ambience is, through no fault of ours, muddied by some big fish swimming too close in the shallows (metaphorically speaking, of course) and it is an easy thing for us to whack it with the oar and haul it over the gunwale. Viz:
 
 
 
While this sort of communiqué seems to be unusual for Big Q, people regularly send to Surly similar requests, updates, and various other flotsam unencumbered by lucidity.  It’s really very sweet.  
 
 
Despite the intent of the paper it is written on, this was not in fact faxed to us.  Johnstonteeno sent this as an actual piece of paper, carefully folded and neatly placed in an envelope which was somehow then correctly addressed and mailed, and which arrived safely in our hands.  And he makes a good point, potentially. Send us your drugs. They sound awesome. 
 
At least that one is mostly self contained. I will not share or even try to explain the nuanced tragedy of the many murky and mysterious missives we are occasionally sent by someone who calls himself Linus CloudbusterSuffice to know that they involve pictures cut from magazines of swarthy men, references to our Long Haul Trucker, and they seem loosely to be clues in a riddle thought up by lab monkeys testing LSD. Perhaps they are headed somewhere. The clues, not the monkeys.
 
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Although I am only getting to it now, no less than 3 people wrote at the beginning of June to alert us to this guy who happens to ride a Cross Check, and who saved 2 little kids from big trouble.  Bernie of Trinity Cycles in Ft Worth, TX, was one of the people who wrote in. He said:
 
I wanted to direct your attention to a customer/friend of ours here in Fort Worth, Peter Canning, who made the local paper. He was riding along our Trinity River trails when he heard a cry for help. He ditched his bike, jumped in the water, and saved two young boys from drowning. Then he rode away without giving anyone his name.
 
The story is here.  Nice work, Peter. 
 
In other news, a long while ago now we donated a Big Dummy complete bike for Dirt Rag’s raffle. The person who won, John Sandlin, is a musician who uses a bike a lot to get to practice, to gigs, and for all sorts of other things. He was so jazzed (I crack myself up) that he wrote to thank us:
 

Hello, my name is John Sandlin and I am the Dirt Rag Mega Sweepstakes Grand Prize Winner of the Surly Big Dummy. Many thanks to Dirt Rag and Surly for their commitment to the art of cycling, and their dedication to fantastic customer service. Now, after having ridden the BD for 2 months, I can happily say that it has changed my life! If anyone has ever seen a Big Dummy, and thought, 'that's a cool bike, maybe I should get one,' go out and get one now! I can plainly say, it has become my Main Ride. The do all bike, the workhorse, the cruiser, the commuter. I am a professional musician and I can strap my gear on and ride to the gig, how cool is that? I can head to the grocery, hardware store, plant sale, and beer store, all in one trip, with room to spare on the Xtracycle rack. My 25 mile daily commute has become easier and faster than ever before on the Big Dummy. That's right, I said faster. There is some kind of magic built into that big heavy Surly that allows me to ride toe to toe with those light bike drop bar riding foes during a bike path battle. It is a pleasure to pass a roady when I imagine them saying to themselves, 'what is that and how can it be passing me?' That's the Big Dummy and it's unstoppable! Now I'm off to ride; get one now! 

Once again, extra special thanks to Dirt Rag and Surly for making me the luckiest guy in all the land. 

Big Dumb Winner,
John
Sandlin
Albuquerque
, NM

Lechatlunatique.com
http://www.myspace.com/thebluehornets

 
Another person using the Big Dummy big style is Wend magazine editor Rick Olson, who is using a Big Dummy to retrace an old path around 12 U.S. National Parks. As he himself says in his bio, “Rick Olson has never toured. “ This should be good.  Follow along here.
 
 
 

And finally today, our favorite dentist/bike shop owner, Dr. Jon, sent a refreshingly lucid update of his recent travels:

 
“Because I know you guys love all that urban shit and stuff.

Here's a pic from our shop trip to Chicago to 'check out the scene'.
the verdict - they like to have a good time and don't mind if you ride a bicycle.

Dr. Jon
www.dharmawheelscyclery.com"
 
 
 
And with that, I’m off like a prom dress.

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

posted by Skip Bernet

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An Apology

I would just like to take a moment to apologize for the overly sappy and pedestrian post you see below. Sure, it was Father's Day and I was able to ride a bunch of miles on super boss gravel roads, but it's no excuse for light-hearted puff-pastry shiny-happy pablum.

In order to properly rectify the situation, I thought I'd post this:

Monday, June 21, 2010

posted by Skip Bernet

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Father’s Day

Spent Father's Day with a good friend of mine and some gravel. Awesome.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

posted by Trevor

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Japan Tour 2010…Kurashiki!

Ok, So where were we last?..........Something about Tenga© Jenga© and Fleck going native? Or... wait, no, it was Peter doing his Godzilla® impersonation to a bunch of horrified 2nd graders as he decimated their Lego© villages. Uh...ok, now I remember, we was all on train to Kurashiki!

After enduring Yokoi San’s relentless thumb boxing….

 we dined on some amazing bento boxes bought at the train station.

We passed through Kyoto which made me cry a little inside because I knew we were not stopping there to enjoy it’s wonders.

 We arrived in Kurashiki feeling somewhat refreshed after a rest on the train. Our hotel was close to the station, but we didn’t make it to far before trouble found us.

Peter wastes no time at wowing the local school girls with his smooth linguistics and hip, hot pink cell.

This troubled youth had it in for us from the beginning…I believe he is flipping us the “British Bird”.

We checked into another business hotel that was right off of the tracks. Japanese style Tatami rooms, bed rolls, a kitchen, a dining (read drinking) table and loads more space then we new what to do with. We filled that void with empties after a lovely evening full of discussion about what is better: TaKaRa Chu-Hi strong or Kirin grapefruit Chu-Hi?...the world may never know.

Did you know that the Japanese love anime?…I mean really love it.

Our bikes had been driven to Kurashiki by Eji San from Motocross Intl, which made us very happy to not have to build them up before our evening visit to The Farm.

This is Oda San and his wife Mrs.Oda San(as she introduced herself), they are the proprietors of the Farm; a very attractive and neatly merchandised shop. They were also our gracious hosts for this leg of our journey.

Surlys in Japan come in colors we have never seen and many of you never shall; A benefit enjoyed by Rie San’s customers.

That evening a ragtag crew of about 25 or so cyclist showed up at the Farm for a night ride led by Oda San . It was once again awesome to see the mixture of different Surly bikes spanning multiple riding disciplines all tearing up the streets together.

We stopped in the historic Bikan district for a break and some moon gazing.

That evening we wasted the night away in an Izakaya inside the train station. This is how sexy Dave looks through a huge mug of beer.

Surly Whiskey Cat

The next morning we wrung out our livers and prepared for another big day. We would meet a larger crew of Oda San’s customers for a ride into the countryside . “Chii Sai Oda" was ready to put the hurt on us but decided to spare us the embarrassment and took a nap instead.

We rode to a very picturesque temple with a 5 story Pagoda. The weather was warm and the sun was bright as we wound our way through the countryside and then back towards town with big smiles and bigger sunburns.

This photo might very well be in a Japanese magazine right now.

A freakin huge Torii

During our visit to another temple we tested our luck by selecting a numbered stick from a small barrel. The number corresponded to a drawer containing a paper. This paper gave your fortune and told you what sort of luck you were likely to experience. Dave tied his to a fence securing his destiny for “worst luck” in the days to come.

Riding through Bikan again in the light.

At yet another temple we posed for yet another picture. The rock star treatment in Kurashiki was heavy and totally undeserved. If they only knew what we normally do with ourselves…we are obviously total nerds, as you can see.

This is the legendary Ice Cream Deamon. He hopes you choose the black one.

Lunch of champions. You can eat quite well from a 7-11 in Japan!

This is us with a gentleman we came to know as “Super Fan”. He owns

everything Surly has ever made and even some things that we didn’t make…

…Like both my and Fleck’s hats.

That night we had dinner at a “Organic Buffet” restaurant close to the station. There we sampled many things we couldn’t quite place “biologically” speaking. 

After teary goodbyes and such were done we retreated the the comforts of our business hotel. Shuji San, Oda San and Eji San were in attendance as we wrapped up the evening with a little “imbibement”. Peter had a golden moment.

The next morning we were off to Hokkaido. Our visit to Kurashiki was brief but very enjoyable and quite laid back compared to the beginning of the trip. We found a dedicated fan base here and, as always, super warm hospitality. 3 of 4 cities were now behind us...how could the events so far possibly be topped?! You will have to wait for the next installment of "Ride With Surly Super Awesome Japan Fun Times Tour 2010... Hentai!

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

posted by Kenny Bloggins

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Stuff That’s Gone, Stuff That’s Coming, People That Should Be Gone, and Glorious, Opiate Praise

It is with no small sadness that I must announce officially the discontinuance of our Instigator model.  This makes two models in the last year that we've had to axe, the Conundrum muni frame being the other.  Neither had strong sales, but this didn't bother us too much.  We have always tried to supply well designed stuff to niche markets. Overbuilt steel hardtails is by any measure definitely a niche market these days, and there are still a lot of people who ride, love and want the Instigator, big dudes who break everything else, huckers, and Bama among them.  Unfortunately there are not enough of those people out there to justify keeping them around, so off they go into the dog poo bag of history. I had hoped by this time to have video of us blowing up the last Instigator frame but I never got around to blowing one up and now they're gone, so you’ll just have to imagine it.
 
Recently from the inbox:
 
"Ladies and Gents
A little over a year ago I purchased a Surly LHT with racks and panniers from Chain Reaction Bicycles in Gainesville, Florida and took off into the wild blue yonder. Or more like "lumbered." At 54 years old and after 27 years of riding a desk for IBM, I'd ballooned up to 345 lbs. a pack of smokes per day and a complete lack of energy or resolve to do anything about it.
Day one on the Surly amounted to a grand total of six miles before I pitched my tent and collapsed inside for ten hours of sleep. Day two - eleven miles. Day three - 15 miles. etc. etc.
4,200 miles and nine months later I was racking up 60-70 miles per day with fifty pounds of camping gear on the bike - EVERY DAY - and weighed 100 lbs. less than when I started in Florida. In the process I'd cycled from Key West, Florida to San Diego, CA and back to my home in Socorro, NM.
Through rain, hail, tornadoes, lightning, blistering heat and freezing cold the Surly never once broke down or had a problem. The only maintenance it required was standard wear items such as tires, tubes, brake pads and chain.
Although it may be a while before I embark on another trans-continental odyssey, I still do a minimum of 30 miles on my Surly each day and take frequent camping trips of 300-500 miles.
THANK YOU FOR BUILDING A KILLER BIKE!!! YOU SAVED MY LIFE AND MADE A LIFELONG CYCLIST OUT OF ME!!!
Randy Clark
Socorro, NM"
 
Now his praise for us is all well and good, but it's pretty clear that Randy is the badass in this situation.  It doesn't sound to me like he'd fully exhausted his motivation to do something about his life.  Let this be a lesson to the rest of you: Never get a job. 
 
There is one part in his email that bothers me, though.  It is the part where he talks about how little maintenance the bike required.  Randy is realistic about the fact that bikes require certain attention.  Sometimes bikes do break down in the middle of no where, at the least opportune time.   Not everyone seems to understand this, as a spate of recent emails and phone calls attest, most of who do seem to believe that all bikes should cost $100 or less, weigh under 20 pounds, and last for 30 years with little or no maintenance.  While this assessment is an amalgum of ideas people have, and therefore something of an exageration, it is nonetheless true that some people believe every one of these things.  I bring it up because while there has been a noticeable uptick in bike sales in recent years (not just for us, but in general), and there seems to be a lot more people riding than ever before, this has come with a barrage from people who as far as I can tell believe the aforementioned amalgum of unrealistic things.  Most of the noobs are just confused.  That's understandable.  Any time you get into something new there's a learning curve.  It's the self-important jerks who get under my skin.  Take this guy for example:
 
"Your LHT forks suck cock for a living. What a pile of fucking shit.  I've had to get both the lower rack mount braze on's welded before even completing Europe. As soon as I got the frame set I could see theirs more spunk in a mouse than weld on those mounts.  Why would I even bother with a warranty replacent when there this shit.  You and your advertising guff suck."
 
Man, you’re going to have a heart attack. So have some more coffee and cigarettes.  Look, I'm not saying stuff doesn't sometimes go wrong.  It does, that's the way of the world, but why wouldn’t you have tried to contact us to talk about the situation?  Anyway, it doesn’t much matter. Randy Clark, like thousands of other people, have used the LHT and loved it. And in fact a while ago Outside magazine saw fit to include the Long Haul Trucker in their Annual Best Of gear guide. So that’s nice. Thanks Outside. 
 
And as if that wasn't enough, just today this comes in the email:
 
"Hi there I just want you to know I bought An  LHT in Kalamazoo at Alfred E bike and took it back to Australia where I am from and at the moment I have nearly finished a ride from Cairns Queensland where I live to Mt Isa known as the reef to the outback 1300ks my brother is doing it with me also on a surly lht he is 66 I am 56 I am blogging for the radio station I work for at www.4ca.com.au click on locco [me] and go to the blog feel free to use the material for your own use as we are so happy with surly' 
yours 
Mike 'Locco' O'loughlin"
 
Hot dog, we have a weiner!  My point, if I must have one, is that the LHT fork does not in fact suck cock for a living, though that charming colloquialism does paint quite a picture.  Nor does the rest of the LHT.  All the haters can suck donkeys. The rest of us will be out riding. 
 
As long as I’m crowing about all the crowing, I’ll share this one too.  We got an email from an entity called Bestcovery.com, which, according to their logo, helps people Discover The Best Of EverythingTM. Apparently their reviewer chose our Steamroller as their pick for best single speed commuter bike. I was pleasantly surprised to find this
 
As usual, Simpson’s has a quote which sums all this up quite nicely for me:
 
Bart:  I feel so full of...what’s the opposite of shame?
Marge: Pride?
Bart: Not that far from shame.
Homer: Less shame?
Bart: Yeah...
 
Oh, and one more thing: we will soon have available some of our New hubs in 48 hole, which ought to make a lot of bike polo players happy.  Soon (end of July) we'll have 48h front non disc, rear 135mm free/free, and rear 120mm in both free/free and fix/fix threading.   Also coming with these will be non disc 36 hole fronts.  All are black, and all have nutted axles.  And yes, later (August?) we'll have 135mm fix/fix too.  Remember to adjust those bearings.