My stars, things are happening. I don't have time to type it all, so just a couple "action items" to "blue sky":
Mr Whirly cranks are in the building but they still need to pass quality control inspection by our intrepid QC Agents, Adam and Hello God It's Me Johnny. Shouldn't be long now.
But currently in stock, for the first time in a long time, are Surly wool jerseys. They're merino (which is a kind of soft-next-to-the-skin wool), because merino is the shit. If you want me to tell you why, write in and ask. Black is still an option, popular among like-minded dark siders and as formal cycling wear for high-dollar silent auction fund raisers, but we also have green, modeled here by our our kilt wearing man of action, Fleck.
Mens' and womens' cuts, long and short sleeve in both, and don't forget the zippered rear pocket, which is not only useful on the bike but also low-key enough to make it suitable for drinks with friends or enemies. A real class act all the way.
Oh, and one more thing: we still have these Karate Monkey caps in stock. Made from scrap wool remnants from our pals over at Walz Caps. They look good, they feel good, and they look and feel good.
More news as events warrant.
"The party didn't slow down 'till dawn. The crew of a San Pedro tuna boat showed up about One, and was routed. The police came by at Two, and stayed to join the party. Mack took their squad car to go get more wine. A woman called the police to complain about the noise, and couldn't get anybody. The crew of the tuna boat came back about Three, and was welcomed with open arms. The police reported their own car stolen, and found it later, on the beach. Things were finally back to normal, on Cannery Row. Once more, the world was spinning in greased grooves."
-John Steinbeck, Cannery Row