Needless to say the white isn’t so white any more but when I first got my fixie it looked like this. If you gotta have a thing it may as well be as beautiful looking a thing as possible I reckon. Same reason I buy shit. I don’t care if other phones have the same performance specs they don’t look as nice as an iPhone. Even if I didn’t jailbreak I’d probably still use an iPhone.
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So, did what I said I was gonna did do do & went to see Böikzmöind yesterday. Again. Deffo enjoyed it more now I actually ride fixed myself. Still comes over as an incredibly professional piece of film work considering it was made by a bunch of (self effacing) amateurs. Twas all I could do to stop myself whupping after the opening sequence (which I missed at the free screening in millennium square last year) it’s so impressive & uplifting. Indeed, if I didn’t know I whup like a girl I probably would’ve done.
My only complaint really would be is that it makes out you have to be either a beast or a fucking idiot to want to ride fixed around Bristol on account of the hills. My experience has been the opposite, I’ve found no hills in Bristol (& I’ve ridden up most of them on my fixie now) that are harder to surmount fixed rather than on a many geared road böik Indeed, I’ve never wanted for extra gears when I’ve been going uphill, only downhill. (It’s bastard hard work keeping yo legs moving round fast enough sometimes & hitting the brake equates with a massive #fail).
After seeing the film last year I kind of wondered if I really wanted to get a fixed gear böik despite having hankered after one for years. In the end I just saw one I couldn’t resist & haven’t looked back. I suspect the reason everyone in the film was making it out to be a nightmare to ride fixed is coz they’ve forgotten what a pain in the arse riding a clunky old many geared road böik is. Not their fault, obviously being made within the community it only featured people who’ve been committed fixed gear riders for years & I’m sure none of them ever swap onto road bikes ever. Logically it does makes sense that it’ll be harder round a city like Bristol fixed.
Maybe my böikz one gear is more suited to going up rather than down hill, I dunno.
Anyway, Gavin, whose baby Böikz was, made this special film just for Easter. There’s a message in it & it’s dedicated to his old boik, Liberace, which was stolen while he was making the film. It’s a bit sad & may make you cry. Or laugh if you’re cold of heart. No one could accuse it of having a Hollywood happy ending for sure. So be warned.
BÖIKZMÖIND is a 30 minute documentary film about riding fixed gear bikes in beautiful Bristol.
It’s really good & is screening @wshed
tomorrow today. Bit guilty about going now as it’s sold out & I’ve already seen it once - feel loik I’m depriving someone who hasn’t seen it a chance to watch.
Should also point out it has a soundtrack courtesy of Jeff Barrow’s Invada label which complements the beautiful photography perfectly.
Sod it though.
Peep the trailer above.
Sharks Monday, Snuff Wednesday, Flipper Thursday, Helmet Friday & culminating in the stupendous Tuareg bluesmen Tinariwen Saturday. (See pic above - bloody hope they bring the camel this time. They didn’t last time I saw them play Briz. Was gutted).
Especially looking forward to none in particular / all altogether. Gonna be siiiiiiiick & def will make up for january. (I bear grudges bad, me).
Bit bummed out that I came off my fixie earlier today & took a shedload of skin off my elbow. Of course I’m dead manly so it doesn’t hurt at all but it might do if some yoof get’s squirted out of a moshpit & clatters into my arm. Which invariably happens at least once at every show I goes too.
Fuck it though. Live life dangerously (recklessly) is my motto.
funny thing happened on the way home from touché amoré. was doing a textbook track stand on the fixie at the stokes croft / ashley road junc, (one of the best juncs for track standing in briz as it’s opposite 2 cafe’s & 1 pub & spectators always make a successful track stand more fun).
lights changed just as i was rocking into a backward slide & i couldn’t for the life of me get my bike going forward. frustrated i burst out laughing & shouted at myself ”for fuck’s sake, make it go forwards you twat” at which point a gruff voice behind me goes “just what i was thinking mate.”
cue me falling out of the track stand, failing to get my left foot out of the toeclip & crash, flat on the floor.
spectators always make a fucked up track stand more embarrassing too i’ve just found.
So, ever since getting my new bike I’ve been going around saying shit like “one of the best things about riding a fixie is that there’s no gears to snag yer kecks / shoe laces in”. Next freaking thing i know one of my converse laces gets caught up in the front cog. And of course being a fixie i couldn’t stop the gears going round, so with each rotation the lace was getting tighter & tighter.
You’re probably thinking that’s not so bad, but you’re forgetting that a) i’d temporarily forgotten my bike had brakes & b) i wrap my laces round the neck of my boots a couple of times as my laces are long and as i’m the veteran of many a pair of DM’s which I always tied thus.
Anyway, I suddenly remembered the wrap around thing as my lace was getting progressively tighter & tighter & I had this sudden vision of my laces decapitating (defootitating?) my foot at the ankle. Alarmed by this sudden realisation, I decided that, rather than hitting the brakes pretty fast (remember, i’d forgotten about them), I’d shout “fuckkkkkk!!!” really loud. Quite what I thought doing this would achieve I have no idea.
Anyway, on the pavement were two yoofs who i’m pretty sure are local gang members (we regularly get raids on my next door neighbours, usually drugs busts or vehicle thefts but once “in connection with a murder”). They were wearing Easton colours anyway.
On hearing my cry they both immediately hit the deck & looked round shit scared, something that I only noticed coz at the same time my lace snapped & i was overcome with relief. So naturally i grinned at them, gave a little wave & then cycled off nonchalantly, whistling* as I went.
I’m expecting retribution some time. Hope it’s not before the Ceremony show tomorrow night. Or Teeth of the Sea Thursday. Friday’s fine though. I have a gap in my diary then for retribution. Whatever they do it can’t be worse than near defootitation can it?
*I wasn’t really whistling (not because i can’t, but because i chose not too).
PS I know defootitation isn’t a real word but for the purposes of this lets pretend it is eh?