Apparently the only thing you really need to do to get up here is have one of these things on something of yours. Oh, that and start following this little experiment. These things get noticed by me and generally make my sense of friendship and integrity over ride my laziness. But I digress. This is interior fork application is from a venerable NYC gentleman. He's what you'd get if you crossed Mario Andretti and a Ferrari. He's also the only person who has a lifetime exemption from the ire I feel towards people combining tight pants and track bikes. Thanks for watching Mr. A

It's gaining momentum!

Another addition from across the pond! This one from the Lands of Nether, thanks to Tj. I like the juxtaposition of the two stickers here. It's a statement and a threat, likely directed to the same person. Remember that ya bastard, if you choose to be a vag, this rig is going to be a part of your demise! I even got an invite to post on this blog. Coming soon?

This is the young offspring of Mr. Jz and his Swiss Miss. As you can see, killing those hipster folk out there can leave you with quite the power drain, I recommend taking a Swiss siesta in the old man's cargo bike. And you thought they were always neutral. Ha!

Thanks to Mr. Redlip for these three little gems. Described by the messenger poet laureate as "in situ". Very much so sir, very much so. Thanks for the postcards.

I have no clue who's bike this is, but it's in Seattle. Resting against a tree that has seen hundreds, maybe even thousands of messenger bikes leaned against it since the City Grind closed. I'm talking about the Monorail Espresso, Seattle's FIRST espresso cart. Eat that Starbucks!

Steve Young owns this beauty, its seatstays are bookended by TMKH, and if anyone's up to that task it's good olde #39. Can this guy do what needs to be done? Fair fu-in' dinkum mate!

The sticker so nice I have to feature it twice. This is the Monorail Espresso espresso machine. I have gotten hundreds of cups of coffee at this place, good coffee, real coffee. I would also occationally sip on a cup of their cocconut tea. Yummy.

This particular specimen belongs to a certain "left bikes for boy and outerwear" maven. I'll forgive her, though it's hard to imagine them playing "Good cop, Bad cop"

That's right hipsters, Rico is a killing machine. Just look at his red eyes! What? That's from the flash? Whatever, he eats those bandana wearers for breakfast.

Capt. Kielbasa's downhill sled. Only we know the real horrors of beards and Disney pirates.

This is pretty sweet. You can't really tell what it's on until I tell you. Ok, I'll tell you. Apparently it's on a cello case. Capt. Kielbasa sent me a little TMKH flickr stream and this was one of the results. I think this is the first classical instrument I've seen it on, and I'm ok with that.

Is this your cello and flickr site: http://www.flickr.com/photos/kellan/2988622230/ ?

Drop me a line so I can tell you all about how clever I am!

C Murder's POS Raleigh. It really looks every bit, in real life, what you'd imagine it by looking at this picture.

Thanks, guy I don't know on Flickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/philvarner/2704514907/

I used to work with this guy who now understands why someone would fly Blue Seal kielbasa across the country. He found this as part of a flickr photo stream. This is the first machine other than a bike that got one of these. Monorail espresso in Seattle. Plan your vacation around seeing it.

Original link: http://www.flickr.com/photos/rakka/2190980130/

The original, still in perfect condition, captured across the street from the old City Grind. Thanks to Mr. RK for the find. The owner is an artist and bike messenger, I purchased one his paintings by paying off a bike shop debt. Some things never change.

This just in from Boston, capital of my home state. Thanks very much Mr. J. Unfortunately Mr. J doesn't know who owns this bike. So if you're in Bean-town with a black IRO with this sticker, let me know.

Chicago NACCC 2008. Some variations on the original theme have begun to surface, and we here encourage that.

Is this your bike? It may be from LA. Owned by a karate guy missing a tooth. Let me know if I'm right.

I know I should know who's this is but I just can't pull it together. How about a little help? This is also from the NACCC in Chicago. Have you been to the Matchbox? Yeah.

Dublin, Ireland during the 2007 CMWC

If this is your bike, drop me an email and let me know.

Dublin again, this was the site of the first part of the Texas Twins. Good times until someone fucked with the Garda's car.

Your bike? Let me know who you are.
This is the back door to Eamon Dorans in Temple Bar in Dublin. I snorted snuff and took off my skirt here. But I got a buzz and a pair of Billabongs out of it.

http://bikesnobnyc.blogspot.com/2009/01/bsnyc-friday-fun-quiz_16.html

Since I'm already parading the whereabouts of a sticker on the Interweb, I might as well show an example of said sticker on the Interweb. Question number 7.

I like this blog, he's funny and does this shit on a regular basis. Is it sad that I take a bit of pride on having the sticker show up there? Vanity is more like it.

Good things don't always last, as this example is now gone, but there are always stories. Let's just say the patrons in question were quick to notice their predicament after asking the bar to read the tagline. That's right, tuck that bandana into your vintage band t-shirt.

One of the most deftly placed examples. B-Side exhaust fans, only visible at certain times. Thanks to Mr. C for this one. It makes me smile every time.