Can I do that? As a frame of reference for your legal guidance, I have no musical talent whatsoever. So maybe I can just buy it, sit on it like I'm some kind of domain name investor, and wait until a great band comes along and says, "hey, we'd like to buy that name from you because, fuck you, that's our name."
You'll have to talk to Thews sheet metal in Pendleton, Oregon, whoever you are.
Do I actually have any bike-relevant content to share this week? I'm sort of losing track. I've been riding a lot, so that's worth mention I guess. In an effort to, once per year, take Keenan on a night ride through the fringe where he would have been better served with a snorkel than a bike, I did that again. It's amazing what 1 inch of rain from a thunderstorm looks like when it's actually on the ground. I'm talking, like, 5 feet of water or whatever, trees floating down the river and what not. Full moon socked away behind the cumulonimbus, nowhere to be found. Maybe next time.
But generally speaking, I've been riding, and on the tedious pendulum of streaky dad fitness, I'm as far in the fit direction as I have been in quite some time. Plus, I've got a posse of thugs to back me up.
At any moment, I'll have the flu, or a work travel road show, or a blown back, or baseball to coach, or (insert dad responsibility here) and I'll go back to zero, just like we all do, because that's the very nature of our come-and-go inadequacy: The W's don't just stick around.
To always resume the process from the ground up up up.