Stevil Kinevil

My Body Is a Temple, Abandoned by the Gods. All things fall apart. Order tends toward chaos. The entire universe gets colder and colder by the picosecond. And…

Don’t Wear Sandals to a Bar Fight. Life is full of rules, both useful and made to be broken. There are bike rules. There are rock show rules. There are a…

The Real House Husbands of Whatever Zip Code This Is. Both of us are home bodies and at one time or another have been home makers. Today we’re talking about…

The Re-Arrangement of the Deck Chairs on the Titanic. There comes a time in everyone’s life when they realize they’re on the wrong path. Maybe you’ve let Leo…

Other Things We’re Not Good At. We try to stay humble. We’re not great at podcasting, mountain biking, skateboarding or orthopedic surgery, but actually,…

Coffee and Sugar, Cigarettes and Weed. Everyone loves drugs, even the people who say they’re against drugs, and we love them too, even if only pretty specific…

The Joys of Being Single. It takes a special kind of bike rider to ride a single-speed, the kind of rider who really only likes to pedal going uphill, the kind…

The Year Punk Rock Went Broke. I don’t know what happened, but it was probably Green Day’s fault. Everyone went from making fun of us for listening to weird…

The Unbearable Lightness of the Corrosion of Conformity. Life has this odd tension between wanting to fit in, go along and get along, be a good teammate or…

The No Good, Very Bad Words. Every week we rewrite our content warning because we’re required somehow to warn people that we use profanity and sometimes talk…