How About Some Free Bluetooth for Your Snow Helmet?

Wireless Ski Helmet AudioWouldn’t it be rad if you could skip a track when you are carving down the mountain? I really wish I could just answer a call without having to take off my snow gloves. Can someone please make a universal wireless audio drop in kit for my snow helmet? And make sure its okay to get wet, it wouldn’t be too useful in the snow if it cant get a little wet would it?

 

Chill bro, we did it. They are called the Chips and they are the first universal solution for Bluetooth helmet audio. Yea, you’re stoked.

This is Exciting

You can win a pair. Yea, we are giving away 1 pair per week until the end of September. That’s a lot of Chips to give away. Yup we know and you’re welcome in advance.

Here is how to enter:

  1. Take a pic of you with your helmet on. preferably, in a situation where you dont normally wear your helmet.
  2. Post said pic to Instagram or Facebook or Twitter. Use #summerofhelmet.
  3. We pick a winner once a week.

See how simple we made it! Of course, you can always wait until they are available to purchase and just buy them. That would be cool too.

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What’s The Agenda For Long Beach

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It was pretty cool to have the entire Outdoor Tech team at Agenda Long Beach. It wasn’t just good “team building” but we needed all hands on deck to deal with the crowds. The waves of people that kept coming were met with smiling faces, high fives, and a whole lot of answers for their questions.

I answered a lot of questions about the Privates Wireless Headphones. Yes, everyone liked the fact that they are Bluetooth and have a built in microphone. When I told them about the touch control features, well that’s when people started to lose their shit. You see, the Privates have a track pad on each headphone side. Think of it like a mouse-pad on a laptop. That’s how you control the audio volume and skip tracks; yea… it’s pretty amazing.

After many lengthy conversations in the morning, the collective rumbling of empty stomachs signaled the need to refuel. When Charlie asked if he should get a pizza about three different people replied with a synchronized “Yes”.

Pizzanista at Agenda Long Beach

The fact that Salman Agah was cooking up these pizzas with a busy army of workers was fitting for Agenda. I geeked out on that, but I didn’t start spazzing out until I took a walk.

Ed Templeton and Chad Muska  - Circa 93

That’s a picture of a picture (so meta) at the Toy Machine booth. Ed Templeton and Chad Muska. I wonder how Muska’s part in Welcome To Hell would have fit if him and Ed didn’t have that falling out right before the premiere.

People at Agenda

I headed back to the booth. By now, there were more people but not everyone was here to talk about business. Some were just looking for freebies; we indulged them. As 6pm drew nearer, things started to thin out and the foot traffic seemed to disappear. Maybe everyone wanted to go home early to get ready for all the cool parties that would be taking place later that night. Yea brah!

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Channeling My Inner J.J. Abrams

After the show, drinks were drunk and food was eaten. The hotel lobby bar was pretty packed. The bartender was not prepared for the amount of functioning alkies that were in attendance. Charlie, Caro and I had a pretty simple order. A beer, a scotch & soda, and a vodka martini extra dirty. The “deer in headlights” look that was returned was not comforting. The man returned a few minutes later with Charlie’s martini. He asked Caro and I what we had wanted again. Caro revised his request to match Charlie’s, I also revised my order to a gin and tonic (it was a strategic move that ended up working quite well).

Caro asked what I thought about the show. I said a few things, “It’s a necessary evil” probably summed it up best. Let’s just say that I don’t think too many companies are trying to figure out what the ROI on the show is. There are some intangible qualities to the show that don’t translate easily into contributions to the bottom line. It’s all good though, I got some gin and tonic’s; thanks again Caro!

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Agenda NYC

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“Where are you going, sir?”  An arm reached around me and gently shoved me forward, jolting me out of this weird little internal debate I was having with myself about whether or not monkeys would get any enjoyment out of chewing gum.  I had been in the taxicab line at JFK for about a half an hour, and apparently, according to this man in some sort of official uniform, it was my turn.

“Brooklyn,” I mumbled.  It was really early, and as far as my mind was concerned I had little business attempting to function in society at the moment, hence the monkeys/ chewing gum thing (Apparently they love it).  I was hustled toward one of a lineup of cabs at the curb.  Someone grabbed my bag and threw it in the trunk, I climbed in the back and before I knew it we were barreling off down the street like we had just lifted a Rembrandt from the Metropolitan.

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Fifty bucks, four or five middle fingers and several detours later we arrived in Greenpoint, where I would spend the day and evening with a friend from college before heading over to set up the Agenda show in Manhattan the next morning.

We went bowling.

We went bowling.

Thinking in terms of efficiency and ultimately flawless logic, I decided to hop on the subway in the morning during rush hour to make my way to the show.  Given the general lack of subways in Los Angeles I was immediately unaccustomed to this strange sort of science experiment that New Yorkers put up with every day.  At each stop more and more people crammed themselves on, into spaces just simply not capable of accommodating their forms, however pliable they may have been.  The general strategy here, I soon realized, was to avoid eye contact at all costs, rotate about a quarter turn and then go ahead and snuggle up to the nearest stranger like your first prom date.  Deodorant was apparently either not a requirement or people needed a little more instruction on how to effectively apply it.  I’m not saying LA is really any better, as apparently we seem to prefer this.  To each their own, or whatever.

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Wandering off the subway in SoHo, I made a bit of a pit stop at the Burton retail store to drop off some signage for our display there.  They informed me that they’d already sold out of Turtle Shells and were ready to order some more.  Not a bad way to start off the day.  We shot the shit a little, mostly about snowboarding in Vermont, maple syrup, and monkeys chewing gum (you have to admit, it’s intriguing) and I bid them goodbye and went to go set up the booth.

ODT/Burton set-up

ODT/Burton set-up

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Agenda’s generally a street wear type of show, but you never know what you’re going to find there.  On the surface, it can look more than a little superficial; the majority of the population there is dressed from head to toe in the latest, most trendy shit to pop out of the toy machine.  If there’s some new kind of cigarette, they’re smoking it; a new upper, they’re doing it, a new haircut, they’ve got it.  As you can probably imagine, all of that can start to bleed into a running river of inability to grasp what’s actually good and real pretty goddamn quickly, but fortunately the show embodies some pretty good characteristics as well.  It brings people of all shapes, colors, sizes, and backgrounds together and unites them over common interest.  Nobody thinks twice about shaking your hand because of your race, sexual orientation, religion, whatever, but everyone maintains the idea that if you’re going to run with this crowd, you better own it.  One guy I met there last year told me that he loved it because no matter who you were and what you wanted to do people would grant you the chance to explain to them what you were all about and why you could help them.  That can be a valuable thing in this day and age of attention spans that are whittled down to a matter of seconds and people that seem the most interested in trying to train their pet llamas to do push-ups surrounded by Navy Seals in rocking chairs stroking tranquilized lap rabbits in an effort to go viral and cash out on Youtube.  (If you actually do this and it works I expect royalties…see what I did there?).

Privates

Privates

At any rate, we were here to show our new stuff, most notably the Privates touch-control wireless headphones.  Fortunately Agenda had picked up a coffee sponsor for the New York show, so before long my blood was a quarter dark roast and everybody I talked to sounded like Alvin and the Chipmunks, so I was easily blabbering on right on about pretty much anything.

Stoked

Stoked

Everyone was stoked on the Privates’ touch-control interface that allows for track-skipping and volume-changing with the swipe of a finger.  Keep an eye out for their debut early next month.

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Before I knew it the show was up and I was sitting in JFK again, handicapped by a 2-hour flight delay and about halfway through my second $13 Jameson & ginger.  The shroud of Agenda was gone, replaced by regular old society sitting around a rectangular bar outside of New York City, all eyes glued to a TV barking out the latest on a particular case in Florida.

Til next time.

-Ben

(Shout out to Civil Clothing, Han Cholo, Transworld Business, Creative Recreation, Obey, The Decades, Akoo, Crumpler, Burton, Moss, Endless Ammo, and everyone else for the good vibes)

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Wireless Summer – Happy 4th!

Hope you all had a Happy 4th and are kicking the summer off, proper! This time of year is always special for me. In addition to signaling the beginning of summer, it is also my birthday week. That’s right, I said “week”, not “day”. I got some grief for that from the crew at ODT, but if you are going to get the 4th off, and your actual birthday, why not just go with it and make it a seven day weekend, right?

On the actual birthday, I took the kids (yes I am old, I have kids) to Crystal Cove, one of the most beautiful beaches in SoCal. I like to do something with them they dig on my birthday e.g. beach, Disneyland, etc., because it makes them look forward to my birthday and they pretend to love me more.

Anyways, we were the hit of the beach with our wireless audio boombox, the Turtleshell. I have always dug the product, but it is really cool when you can actually use something your company makes, and it really, really, really works. Here is a shot of one of my Groms (Does that make me sound cool? . . . probably not) digging in the sand with the Turtleshell wireless speaker next to him. Check that out, yes it really is sand proof, water resistant and gives out really great sound. And how cute is that kid??? Totally digging his Spidey floaty . . . he might get swept away, but he ain’t going under.

Wireless Ruggedized Speaker at the Beach

Turtle and Grom

The little one gets his good looks from his Mama, speaking of which I am sooooo proud of her. On the 4th, we have a local parade, fireworks and pretty competitive 5k run. My wonderful, beautiful, incredible wife (I will get big points for this one), killed it in the 5k run, winning her age group!!!!! I will withhold what group that is, as I am sure she wouldn’t appreciate the disclosure. Check out this picture of her with the first place medal, and of course the OutdoorTech Adapt. She swears by this wireless Bluetooth audio adapter.

 

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Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner

She genuinely loves running with it, and is convinced it is what led her to victory in her 21 minute 5k, wicked fast right? She digs the wire free experience that still allows her to listen to her tunes and Nike running app to keep her on pace. Who still runs with a wire connected to their phone? What’s next, should we bring back the retro version of the Walkman?

This year, in the race I had to run with my daughter because the wife was going for the gold. My time wasn’t anywhere near the wife’s, but I was proud I finished without stopping. I am not ashamed to say it, maybe a little bit, but my nine year old daughter beat me by two minutes. I was supposed to run with her and “push” her to a new best, but instead I actually held her back and she had to go on without me. It was really a heartbreaking moment, when I realized I couldn’t keep up and even more heartbreaking when she realized it and took off without me. Super proud of her too, she rocked it!

After the run, we hit the pool and once again enjoyed some ODT products while catching some rays. Here is a picture of my future Olympian by the pool rocking out with her “Kids Bop” (You parents might get that reference – I know you are jamming out to the clean version of ThriftShop) on the DJ Slims wireless audio Bluetooth headphones. And yes, I am going to have some problems with this one when she gets older, but she loves her “Pop” for now.

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Kids Bopping

Alright, that sums up the 4th for me and my ODT gear, but seriously awesome stuff! I dig the fact that I work for a sick company that makes sick gear I can actually use. You guys enjoy the rest of the summer!

 

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Water Proof, Water Resistant, and IPX – What Does It All Mean?

A lot of the bluetooth stuff we make is water resistant, obviously you are stoked on that. This means that if you are playing in the snow, the sprinklers, the bath-house, in the middle of a super soaker fight, or all male wet t-shirt contest with something from us, its gonna be fine. But hold on kiddies, water resistant is different than water proof. There are different “levels” of water resistance that are standard. This standard is referred to as IPX.

And now, a picture that represents flowing liquid. I sure am getting thirsty…

Booze, and lots of it.

Here is a breakdown of the IPX standard:

IPX0 – This means it’s not water resistant at all. Think of what happens to paper when it gets wet. It’s a mess and your novella is ruined.

IPX1 – This will protect a device from some water drops that are falling vertically on said device. I guess it’s possible for this situation to actually occur but so is winning the lottery. If you or someone you know has won the lottery, sharing is caring.

IPX2 –  This will protect your thingy from some water drops when the device is tilted up to and including 15°. If you have your device at 16°, you are fucked, sorry but there are limits in the world.

IPX3 – Getting better, you can now spray your gear up to 60° from the top of the device. So that’s cool, i guess.

IPX4 – Now we are getting somewhere. This will keep “yo ish chill” from splashing water from any direction. So if you drop some cubes of ice into you scotch and it splashes, there is no need to worry.

IPX5 – (this is where the super soaker is allowed). Will protect your stuff from water jets at any direction. Spray away kiddo, spray away.

IPX6 – Protects from powerful water jets. So if you modified your super soaker with an air compressor and an aftermarket tip, your stuff is still safe.

IPX7 – This is for full water splashdown. If you drop your device in water up to 3 feet (1 meter but this is ‘Merica and we don’t do the metric system. USA USA USA) your device is still going to work.

IPX8 – You can protect your device in water over 3 feet. This is for your stuff at the bottom of a pool, lake, or even Shamu’s tank. Good luck getting your stuff back from Shamu though. I mean, that guy never gives back the stuff you let him borrow.

In a very strange and completely unplanned and thought out coincidence, here is a list of our products and their IPX rating.

The Turtle Shell wireless speaker has an IPX6 water resistant rating.

The Buckshot rugged wireless speaker has an IPX5 water resistant rating.

The Chips wireless helmet audio kit has an IPX4 water resistant rating.

The Safe4 waterproof iPhone 4 case has a IPX7 water resistant rating.

The Safe5 waterproof iPhone 5 case has a IPX7 water resistant rating.

Super Soaker

The knowledge has been dropped and science has been performed. Everyone is actually smarter for having read this. You can thank me by liking on Facebook, tweeting on Twitter, plussing on Google+, puffing with Smoke Signals, tapping on the Telegraph or sharing during your drum circle.

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CicLAvia

6a00d8341c630a53ef017d3c9aa4fe970c-640wiIt was 2:30 pm on a Sunday, I’d just woken up with bloodshot crusty eyes burning and lungs full of tobacco.  My stomach was rumbling with the usual deep crave for a foot long Subway club on flat bread.  I’ve convinced myself that despite the fact that the “flat” option is made with enriched white flower, it’s still less carbs because there’s less bread and will therefore make me less fat than any of the other bread options, even honey oat wheat.  After my usual 5 minutes of laying in bed filled with self loathing and judgment for the pain I felt as a result of what I’d done the night before, I mustered up the strength to begin my pre-Subway ritual: putting on my dirty clothes and looking at my hair in the mirror to decide if it was the good or bad version of bed head. It was the bad one.  After the 2-3 minute shoe hunt accompanied by total confusion as to how I could possibly hide my shoes from myself in a new location every time, I had to deal with the dilemma of deciding what socks to wear: dirty or clean. Yesterday’s dirty pair of socks were out of the question, yet I still find myself considering it every time. Using a new pair of socks would deplete my sock reserve and advance the deadline of laundry day. Or just say fuck it and freeball, feet style – which is what I ultimately chose to do despite the fact that there were inevitable remnants of sand still left in my shoes from yesterday’s beach adventure.  Sweaty, dirty feet, and sand.

While it sounds like some sort of sexually transmitted disease, CicLAvia (you have to emphasize the LA every time so it’ll be cute) is actually some sort of exercise in freedom. “The Historic” Wilshire boulevard is shut down from Fairfax to downtown. All of the cars parked on that street and on several other side streets seemingly at random, are towed and people ride their bikes.  It sounds pointless and disruptive as fuck, and it is – but it’s also really really great. And I only live one block from Wilshire blvd, i.e. one block from the long stretch of road that houses the event.

photo 2“Ciclovías” started over thirty years ago in Bogotá, Colombia, “as a response to the congestion and pollution of city streets. Now they happen throughout Latin America and the United States.” http://www.ciclavia.org/about/ 

Finally, I managed to pull myself together enough to leave my apartment and make the walk.  Head down, sagging shoulders, Charlie Brown signature style walk of shame.  Just when I’d accepted my fate and began mentally planning my day of recuperation involving the soon to be had sandwich, my couch, and Netflix (it’s very frequently one of the Harry Potters – I’m not sorry), I was snapped out of my hum drum to witness the glory of hundreds of rando’s gliding down the usually congested blvd.  “Oh yeah, that’s today!  Fuck yeah!”

I wish I could say that at this point my posture straightened up as a result of a shift to a positive mental attitude and the resolve to be better in general, and then ran to grab my bike in a fit of glee – but the Subway thing was happening.

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Once my sandwich crave quelled, I grabbed my bike, obviously pre-loaded with my #TurtleShell (not so shameless plug) and entered the flow of cyclists.  Effortlessly gliding along with the rest of the brood, I can only describe the sensation of community and oneness with the fellow man as a “zesty enterprise”.  The street was ablaze with excitement and happiness.  I even managed to ride by a Korean Church overflowing with parishioners rocking Jesus Loves You shirts without feeling my usual pre-installed Jewish twinge of anger toward the religion that shunned me.

photo 1The only thing more amazing than the feeling of our glorious act of freedom was the swiftness and efficiency in which it was shut down.  The formerly smiling, friendly police officers that guarded each major intersection had now turned back into the oppressive and scary force of judgment we know and love in LA.  It started with 4 motorcycles spanning the entirety of the lane in a perfect horizontal formation sirens blaring, driving against traffic towards us.  A man on the megaphone yelled, “The event is over, all regular traffic laws now apply.  Move to the right hand side of the road.”  This was misleading.  Technically, the laws in LA dictate that a bicycle has the same rights as a car, which is why they can give you a ticket for riding your bike on the sidewalk.  (But, that’s where you’ll generally find me out of fear for the fact that every single driver on the road in LA is mid text.) I contemplated bringing that up with one of the many police officers who’d been giving the task of corralling our momentary alleged freedom, but ultimately decided that it would likely only spur some sort of negative reaction from the cop followed by me explaining that I wasn’t trying to “start shit.” I was simply bringing up the issue and asking his opinion. So, I decided to just play it cool and ride my bike on the side of the fucking road.  Herded with the rest of the flock.

photoAs I watched the police disperse and corral the crowd, I started to wonder how quickly this whole scene could turn into a violent protest/ riot. It would probably only take a few people acting at the right moment and striking a tone that resonated with the surrounding crowd. Get 50 or so people and you’ll have a chain reaction that could potentially rival what happened last time.  The thought of a cadre of LA’s finest unloading tear gas and rubber bullets at the once peaceful families sprinting toward them in rage is enough to give me a 2/3rds erection.  And it all started so peacefully.  That didn’t happen though.

Kisses, Mikie.

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Wired at the Gym

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Dude working out with a set of wired headpones on the treadmill.

I was at the Gym this morning, not that you could tell by looking at me.  However, I did get several looks working out in my DJ Slims wireless bluetooth headphones. It could be the constant flashing bluetooh light on the headphones, but I also think the hardwired house wives, gearing up for marriage number two, or the aspiring MMA skull crusher seeing if he can make his Deltoids literally extend further out than his head, are admiring my wireless bluetooth headphones.  I can tell they are tired of trying to find a slick and seductive way to hide the cord of their wired earbuds or headphones down their shirt, or scantily clad boobage cover i.e workout bra (This is actually a huge plus for the wire and me as a spectator).  Anyways I do think it is ridiculous that the rest of the world doesn’t cut their cords and switch to a wireless product.  It is clearly inevitable, and just a matter of time . . . be a trendsetter will ya!

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OT Winter Tradeshow Tour Episode 1: Vegas

CES is an interesting show.  It’s not at all for a brand such as ours.  It’s more of a khaki shorts and Sketchers type of atmosphere.  But perhaps, just perhaps, that’s why we make such an impact.

I’d like to go on record and say that Las Vegas is a terrible place.  It’s a shit salad of tacky carpets and cigarette butts, peppered with saggy boobs and fat people.  Fattys.  We did, however, rent a pretty kick-ass house, and that’s where our story begins…

Having spent the previous night as any sensible pair of twenty-somethings might, watching cartoons, swigging a Costco-sized bottle of Glenfiddich and making an absolute disaster out of the game of billiards, we  arrived at our temporary home on our second night in town to find the front gate wide open and the door unlocked.  Imagine our terror.  We’d been joking about meth-heads pretty much our entire stay in Las Vegas, but it looked like the joke was about to be on us.

Adam had arrived that morning, so there were three of us at this point.  We all crept into the dark house.

“Hello…? Please don’t kill us, Mr. Meth-head,” we whimpered.   Nothing.  We made it to the back room and each retrieved an example of the perfect self-defense weapon: the pool cue.

For some reason shower curtains scare the shit out of me.  I used my pointy stick of ultimate protection to violently push them aside whilst flailing backwards and screaming like a girl.  All was quiet.  3 more showers to go.

Unfortunately enough, there were no crack-heads to stab us to death, so we had to go to the tradeshow.

 

Stoke level was high, possibly the highest I’ve seen since our young brand began.  Imagine, you’re navigating a sea of boring Consumer Electronics companies when you stumble across our glorious hand build mountain range and Airstream Trailer.  We were a breath of fresh air in the smog of microchips and laptop video cameras (We were next to the Trojan Vibrator booth though… so there was that).  Top it off with some witty commentary and innovative products, and you’ve got an oasis.

Featured above:  The Chips – The first universal solution for helmet audio.  Stoke level was off the charts.

Trade shows are both boring and repetitive, yet at the same time hilarious, should you find yourself with the right people.  What began as a critique on the occasional show-goer turned into an American commentary of ridicule and hilarity.  I tend to abide by a doctrine of not talking shit, but this went out the window just a few hours into it.

First came the guy that wanted to sell us a remote for a remote.  Then the guy who questioned what use the Turtle Shell (our wireless speaker) could possibly be so long as headphones existed.  Then the guy who had you engaged in a conversation about how he overcame premature male pattern baldness before you knew what was happening.  They would always approach casually, with their badges turned around so you couldn’t see who they were, hands in their pockets, snooping, lounging about under their cloaks of anonymity until you gave in with a sigh and asked them how they were doing.  Then they’d bite you, tear you limb from limb like zombies determined to drag you into their soulless worlds, force-feeding you information and opinions you could not, from the very depths of your soul, find a way to care any less about.   There was never anywhere to run.

Soon it all started blending together.  Anyone who’s been to a tradeshow knows what this is like- One minute you’re giving the sales pitch and the next you’re fumbling around Vegas’ Foundation room, pouring yourself greyhounds and talking to whoever will listen.  You’re building the booth, then you’re ripping it down, then building it again but you don’t have everything you need, so you’re in Home Depot searching for it, and then you’re back in the convention hall, but you forgot something so you’re back in Home Depot.

Coffee turns to beer then back to coffee then to scotch, people expect you to remember their names and time just slips away in a tornado of flat tires, bars, robots that wash windows, bad room service and dead batteries.  You have a sense that you know what you’re doing, when in reality you’re just pacing around, inserting and excluding yourself from different surroundings and situations so quickly that everything just becomes a steady flipbook of wardrobes and expectations, each with a defined entrance and required form of identification.

Still, it’s a fun ride.  We found crack pipes for sale on the tops of convenience store counters, Old Vegas cocktail menus with witty, misleading drink names and sad, empty little bars with tiny red lights that washed over you, Sadie-Hawkins-in-the-mid-eighties-style.

Keep an eye on the blog for more stories from the OT Crew’s winter tradeshow tour, and as always, stay stoked.

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MAKE MORE SENSE

“Be thy labor great or small, do it well or not at all.”

-Chinese proverb

…And this, my friends, is how one does it well.  This is a Budnitz Bicycles Model No. 3 City Bike, fashioned by a company started, owned and run by none other than Paul Budnitz.  It is equipped with a six-pack beer carrier by Colorado-based Topo designs, and, yes, a Turtle Shell wireless boom box and Turtle Claw handlebar mount by Outdoor Tech.  It is clean design, simplicity, music, beer, and beauty all mashed into one glorious package as equally suited to 5 o’clock after-work jaunts through the city to a friend’s place as weekend cruises through tree-lined parkways towards a picnic in the hills.  Sure, you could do either of these things aboard a seventh-hand, rusted-out Huffy that has been stuck on one cog for as long as you can remember and suffers from faded, two-tone graphics that didn’t look right even when they rolled onto the local department store sales floor sometime back in the early nineties.  But that’s not why designers get up to go to work in the morning, and that’s not why we stare at the ceiling every night, trying to figure out how to make things look better, work better, and make more sense, even in the last few minutes before we fall asleep.

For those that don’t know, Paul Budnitz is a living legend in the vinyl toy, street wear and design industries, as well as the creator of Kidrobot, a company working to bring different artists’ visions to life in the form of toys (www.kidrobot.com).  His latest venture is Budnitz Bicycles, an effort focused on “…creat(ing) the fastest, lightest, and most beautiful city bicycles in the world” (source: www.budnitzbicycles.com).  Do they do this well?  Well, check out their website and have a look for yourself.  Budnitz is not, by any stretch of the imagination, a C+ sort of guy, and we were honored when we got the call from him to participate in building this ultimate city machine.  Of course we wanted to help create the greatest two-wheeled transportation ever to grace the stretch of sidewalk in front your favorite coffee shop.  That is why we’re here; we are Outdoor Tech, and we make stuff to compliment your adventure, whatever that adventure may be.  Stuff that makes sense.  Stuff you probably want.  Budnitz came calling with an opportunity to help us achieve that goal in yet another way, and we were happy to do it.

Maybe the best news to come out of this is that this bike, complete with the Turtle Shell and beer carrier, is being given away.  You can enter to win it at the link below, and if you do, you’ll soon be cruising to the local house party at 10 o’clock on Friday night, tunes pouring from the Turtle Shell out into the warm night, full beer case clinking softly, ear-to-ear grin across your face.  There’s plenty to smile about:  Tonight, tomorrow, and every time you ride that bike, there’s no one doing it better.

Enter here:

http://uncrate.com/stuff/budnitz-x-uncrate-limited-edition-bike/

 

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