STAFF BIO
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.
Off The Road
She refuels her car about once per year. Her Surly Long Haul Trucker has over 32,000 miles on it. She is a Humanoid of Surly. If you ask her, “Say, do you know that town in western Colorado called (insert town name here)?” she’ll reply, “Yeah! I rode my bike through there last summer.” Going somewhere? She knows which route you should take. Please tell your cats Tiffany says hello.
A clockwork peanut butter
If an open jar of peanut butter is found in an inexplicable location, it’s likely Kenny’s lunch. Or it’s part of some elaborate treasure hunt he’s planned for you. Or it’s a gift for the mailman. Is it part of an environmental studies presentation? One can never be sure.
THE SOUND AND THE FURRY
Sock? Socksocksocksocksocksocksock?
One flew over the handlebars
Oh dang, it’s the Yawp Owl! Don’t get too close to this little bugger or he’ll ride away. Quote Walt Whitman and you may lure him closer. The Yawp Owl are rare, indeed, only seen on long rides. Known for creating stupendous (or stupid) events, and has a predilection toward coffee-based beverages.
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.