And lo, there was peace in the valley.
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Who could hang a name on you?
This just in, from m’man Steve Frothingham at Bicycle Retailer: Advanced Sports International, which licenses the Roubaix trademark to Specialized, says Canadian retailer Dan Richter is likewise welcome to use it via licensing.
Chapeau to ASI’s Pat Cunnane for making the call. And shame on Specialized for remaining silent throughout this debacle.
“To rebel in our house, I always said, I’d have to become an accountant or a lawyer.” — Dweezil Zappa
My learned colleague, the fangy-toofed legal beagle Charles Pelkey, in his role as the Explainer over at Red Kite Prayer, discusses the shameful treatment given Café Roubaix by Specialized Bicycle Components.
Yes, yes, yes — it’s your Finally Friday installment of Radio Free Dogpatch.
• Editor’s note: I’m in the process of moving Radio Free Dogpatch from its home at the old Mad Dog Media.com website to the podcast host Libsyn. Once the transition is complete, if you’re interested — as I appear to be, for no justifiable reason — you should be able to subscribe to RFD via iTunes. I think. I hope. I’ll keep you posted.
The next time you think to yourself, “What can one person do?” remember Nelson Mandela.
… is that you can get anything you want at Alice’s Restaurant, kid.
Happy Thanksgiving and/or Hanukkah to thee and thine. And don’t forget to pick up the garbage.
I’ve committed a grave crime against capitalism.
My old ViewSonic monitor started acting up a while ago. It wouldn’t reliably wake from sleep, and sometimes I had to turn it on and off a half dozen times to get it to work more or less reliably.
A consultation with good old Mr. Google found that monitors from a wide variety of outfits have been getting sideways due to bum capacitors. A competent electronics type probably could have cracked the case and fixed it himself, but we’re talking about me here.
So, rather than bundle up and camp outside the Best Buy in hopes of knuckle-dusting my way to a new one at a door-busting, unbelievable, rock-bottom, low, low price, I hauled the old one over to Voelker Research and had it fixed.
I feel so … dirty.
Herself and I have been enjoying a spirited round of “Spin the Pickle” with the pirates at Anthem Blue Cross-Blue Shield, a Borg-like amalgamation of drones, robots and faceless voices that has shown a distinct lack of interest in paying our dental claims, though we notice it cashes the premium checks with no lack of alacrity.
We’ve had three valid claims denied this year — one for Herself, two for me — and generally by the time we jack-hammer the last one through the series of wormholes they jovially call their “customer service” system, it’s time for the next appointment. Makes a fella really glad that his dentist isn’t the dude from “Marathon Man.”
So, since (a) it’s too cold for a ride, (2) I’m sick of harassing the fuckers via phone, email and Twitter, and (c) I would rather do just about anything other than ride the stationary trainer, it seemed a fine day for potting up the volume over at Radio Free Dogpatch.
It’s one you can really sink your teeth into.