Another crazy week. Displayed a piece in the Bike Winter Art Show, had a nice Ethiopian dinner with my sister, and produced my first run of stickers. The Hammer was stolen from inside my workplace and then recovered by a kindly janitor who found it stashed, waiting for the thief's return. Made two trips down to Bubbly with the help of Lil’ Gordie’s massive 81 Suburban, which was made before the ban on inter-dimensional spaces forced automakers to produce cars that had less cargo space than the physical dimensions of the vehicle.

Some Scallywags.

The build day was a raging success, with much production rather than goofing off and talking about what we were going to do. Many new bikes were produced. In addition, the Scallywags came by, or at least the newly-founded Chicago branch. We were able to welcome them to town by providing a bunch of free bikes and equipment, and sent them on their way with one complete chopper and a vanload of works in progress.

The Chicago Scallywags are all Jesus People, which makes them much more than a chopper gang, more like a family. I got to visit their compound in Uptown where 500 people share space and possessions. They were a welcoming bunch. I’m glad that The Rat Patrol was able to cement an alliance with them, a relationship that will lead to much chopping and riding of choppers. The Mpls gang is coming down next weekend to ride in CM and help the Chicago branch start up.

Three weeks until St. Rattrick’s Day. Plus I’m supposed to edit the Derailleur zine this month. The blog has been suffering lately, though I’ll have pictures of all this to post. When it rains, it pours, and that’s a good thing. I can’t believe that a year ago I invested all this creative energy into a video game.