In our 2nd hit for the PIFI Series we venture to the corner of 34th & Lyndale Ave. South in the Six Uno Two to chat up and visit in on Hurl Everstone, proprietor deluxa-traordinaire of Cars R Coffins.
Hurl [AKA: Tom], 40 years young, grew up in North Dakota, dug bikes [particularly BMX] & Punk [particularly Punk]... and still does. Literate, literal, degree'd in Egnlush from the University O' Minnesota: Hurl, at minimum, dents the mold of the Troubled American Youth [i.e. Punk Rock + BMX'ers = Wanted By Your Local Township Law Enforcement] growing up to be worth less than a damn. The guy has seen more of the world via bicycle than you have seen of your town via car-n-bike, owns his own gig, makes a seriously mean caffe, can work some serious black juju with the written word [I dig folks who can write well ~LFoaB], and is just one very solid guy.
Let's get it on...
#1. Where were you born, and in what year?
Bismarck, North Dakota. January 19, 1968
#2. What was life like as a child, and when did you start riding a bike?
I
grew up in a family of 5 kids; I was second from the youngest. My first
bike was a hand-me-down Schwinn Lil' Tiger from my older brother. Dad
took the training wheels off when I was 3 years old. I rode all over
the neighborhood, and from that point on was constantly on the bike,
tearing it apart and putting it back together on the front steps of our
house. My brothers and sisters rode, too, but of the five, I'm the only
one who became fanatical about it. Still am...
#3. What dead person do you most identify with in history, and why?
Never
really thought about this, but at the risk of sounding like a cliché, I
might have to say Jack Kerouac. That never-ending quest to find out
what's around the next bend in the road is part of why I love adventure
riding.
#4. If you HAD to pick... what [and where] was your single greatest bikey moment?
If
I HAD to pick, I would say riding in to Saigon, during our 9-week tour
of Cambodia & Vietnam in 2003. There is all manner of contraptions
vying for the roadway, there are no "rules," it's pure chaos–buses,
trucks, cars, motos, scooters, push-carts, cyclers, absolute madness.
And yet it flows like water.
#5. You're allowed to eat only one specific food for the next 721 weeks [plus water to drink], what is it?
Christ,
that's like 13+ years. Wouldn't you get rickets, or something? I guess
it would be the southwestern turkey sandwich w/jalapeño bacon, from
Grumpy's downtown. The keyword: Bacon.
#6. Britney Spears... "Insane" or "Just Merely Misunderstood"?
Certainly she must've been mishandled by her, uh, "handlers" as she came into the public eye, but seriously, who fucking cares?
#7. Single trend about bikes that darkens your mellow?
The
fixed gear explosion has hatched a whole lot of "experts" which is
generally exuded by the attitudes on bike forums. But then again the
reality is that I don't give a fuck; I just get on with it.
#8. Single trend about bikes that makes your mellow shine?
The seeming embrace of utility/cargo bikes, and urban cycling which encompasses all facets of cycling.
#9. Your favorite bike [that you currently own], and why?
Dirt: Soulcraft Plowboy singlespeed. It's a telepathic singletrack slayer.
Road: Eddy Merckx Corsa Extra. There's a reason Merckx was known as the Cannibal. This thing handles like a dream; sublime.
#10.
"I won a fully tricked out Hummer w/gold plated spinner rims &
dual, trunk-mounted Xbox 360's... " [please finish this sentence]
and
then I went to the Army Surplus store and bought a few sticks of
dynomite. On the way out to the desert, we bought 3 cases of Budweiser,
a 1.75 of Jim Beam, and a cord of firewood. Blew that fucking thing up
in a beautiful mushroom cloud of pyrotechnics, drank all the bud, and
washed it down with the Beam. All in the glow of a huge bonfire....
#11. Best album you've heard in the last 12 months?
Black Mountain- "In The Future"
#12. Most embarrassing moment on a bike [please be detailed]?
I
was a young bmxican, probably 14 years old, thought I was pretty cool.
Rolled up to the curb heading to the Prospector Arcade at Gateway Mall.
I lifted my front wheel and set it down right on the apex of the curb,
sending me into an over-the-bars endo right in front of two older high
school kids, who immediately burst into laughter. I got up slowly,
locked my bike in the rack and slinked past the still-laughing duo.
#13. Are you superstitious?
No, but a black cat just crossed my path....
#14. Where, and when, did you first conceive the idea for Cars R Coffins?
I
was messing around in a sketch book, working on ideas for a 'zine when
the phrase just tumbled out. That was in the spring of 1994. In
Bismarck, ND.
#15. How many cups of caffe do you drink per day?
Not as many as you might think. 1, maybe 2. These days, I'm more into tea.
#16.
If Tommy Lee were to contact you, and wanted the ultimate 2-wheeled
ride... what would you recommend, and what would you charge him?
I'd
recommend a Soulcraft Dirtbomb; it's the ultimate do anything, go
anywhere cycle. I'd charge him full-pop, and maybe have him hook me up
with some sweet musical gear. And I'd tell him to beat the shit out of
Kid Rock already...
#17. What is it about owning your own shop that you dig most?
Outside
of the coffee bar hours, I set my own schedule, don't have to answer to
a "boss," nor sit in a cubicle all day. One of my favorite sayings is,
"I'm never
not working." Which is a direct corollary of 'hustlers never work, and workers never hustle.'
#18. Have you seen "Xanadu"... and did it scare you?
Never have, never have wanted to. But Olivia Newton John was very hot to a junior high lad...
#19. George Bush Jr. on his Trek mountain bike vs. you... who takes the checkered flag?
Ninja, pleez. I'd derby that bitch into the dirt. Rubbin's Racin'!
#20. How can folks get in touch with you to transact some business?
That
bastion of technology, folks, electronic mail:
hurl[at]carsrcoffins.com.
Or better, drop by the shop:
CRC Coffee
Bar/Cykel Garage-3346 Lyndale Avenue South-Mpls, MN. 55408.
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