"Is everything super important or does nothing matter?"
Yes.
Fucking brilliant, Dave. Worth every single one of the 9 rewrites and perfect icing with the AI lead image. Irony topped only by the mandatory ad for the wonders of recycled plastic bottles (brought to you by "the beverage industry") that rolled before the Run The Jewels video.
Bringing bikes in, roundaboutly, I wonder if it has something to do with the focal length of our memory. The stuff from 8 years ago seems like comically obsolete shit, but go back 20, 30 years, and ooohhh, the retrovintagesexappeal. I have been craving a 1982 Yamaha IT200 something fierce lately, or an IT465 from the previous year, or a Husqvarna XC430. At the time, they were not even the best of their respective genres, and three years later were hopelessly outdated by the cresting wave of water cooling, linkage suspensions, disc brakes and functional ergonomics. But now? They are majestic time capsules and absolutely beautiful. By that same token, I have a couple mountain bikes a decade old that I can barely stand to look at, but I would risk a fiery death to rescue my 1950 Schwinn Panther from a burning building. It's the most important, most meaningful bike I've ever owned. It means nothing and is useless and is covered in dust.
Nobody speak, nobody get choked. Amen!
June 3, 2024, 7:33 a.m. - Mike Ferrentino
"Is everything super important or does nothing matter?" Yes. Fucking brilliant, Dave. Worth every single one of the 9 rewrites and perfect icing with the AI lead image. Irony topped only by the mandatory ad for the wonders of recycled plastic bottles (brought to you by "the beverage industry") that rolled before the Run The Jewels video. Bringing bikes in, roundaboutly, I wonder if it has something to do with the focal length of our memory. The stuff from 8 years ago seems like comically obsolete shit, but go back 20, 30 years, and ooohhh, the retrovintagesexappeal. I have been craving a 1982 Yamaha IT200 something fierce lately, or an IT465 from the previous year, or a Husqvarna XC430. At the time, they were not even the best of their respective genres, and three years later were hopelessly outdated by the cresting wave of water cooling, linkage suspensions, disc brakes and functional ergonomics. But now? They are majestic time capsules and absolutely beautiful. By that same token, I have a couple mountain bikes a decade old that I can barely stand to look at, but I would risk a fiery death to rescue my 1950 Schwinn Panther from a burning building. It's the most important, most meaningful bike I've ever owned. It means nothing and is useless and is covered in dust. Nobody speak, nobody get choked. Amen!