PORTRAIT OF THE GNARTIST AS A YOUNG MAN
Gnar-maste. Gnarsupial. Supergnarmal. Gnarwegian. Neither this gnar that. Mignar Threat. Hongnarable. Long live the King of the Gnarth.
The lord of the chainrings
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY
TO KILL A YAWPINGBIRD
I went to school to study writing because it seemed like the best way for me to contribute. As I spent more time on a bicycle, it became clear that getting others interested in cycling, or helping them to better enjoy the bikes they already own, was a tangible, meaningful contribution that I could make a little more effectively. Books have changed my life for the better in countless ways, but bicycles even more so. Enabling people to get out of the house, get into the woods, exercise, have fun, push and learn about themselves—those are satisfying, concrete things for me to offer to peers. I may not be through working in the marketplace of ideas, but I'm eager to do some good in an actual marketplace.
THE FACE THAT LAUNCHED 1000 YAWPS
Rebecca may not be in the shop from open to close, but the shop would not exist without her. She is a supreme riding partner and life buddy, and wants to know if you brought that beer to share. You can read some of her fiction here. She has five elbows, is not afraid of anything, writes jokes for radio, listens to Radiolab, loves her dog, loves your dog, is thinking about getting a bacon tattoo, and has been on the Late Show with David Letterman. In fact, she got to kiss him. Then she kissed a duck. None of this is made up.