The Jalopy Journal Release Party
Creating this book has been a nightmare of paranoid blunders and the kind of small humiliations that haunt one for many months afterwards. The very idea of publishing something in print makes very little sense given who I am and what I do, but sometimes an idea gets ahold of you and there is no shaking it. Damn the fact that Jeff Norwell, John Mearns, and I have a combined experience sum of exactly zero in the realm of printing books. Starting out three years ago, we all knew full well that we were charging head first into a brick wall without so much as a crash helmet. And because all three of us are downright fucking lunatics in our own charming ways, we simply didn’t care. Come hell or high water, we were going to make this book.
You know what? We did it. And you know what else? I think it’s gonna be really, really good.
I don’t have the book in my hands yet. I’ve seen it on screen, of course, and I’ve thumbed printed proofs for countless hours, but it has yet to be bound. The only thing I can be certain of at this point is that our blood is all over it. That, and on June 23rd we are going to be celebrating the release of the book here in Austin, TX.
Plans are still a bit hazy, but the fog of unorganization is beginning to lift and the reality of it all is now pretty clear. We will be hosting a reliability run starting at 8:30 AM on Saturday morning (June 23) and ending at around noon. I’ll have the ‘start’ and ‘end’ locations soon, but you can expect a total mileage of around 80 or so and a couple of interesting and relaxing stops along the way. You’ll then have the rest of the day off until around 7pm. At around that time, we will be meeting at the world famous Continental Club where the real party starts.
Books will be available all day and all night. And if you are one of the first hundred or so to buy, you’ll get something extra… extra and special.
Until then fellas…
Note: These books will be available for purchase in our online store starting on the 25th of June. I don’t want to start some kind of depraved Black Friday atmosphere, but be ready to trample that poor bastard in front of you fellas… His life isn’t worth one of these.