TSC: A real life professional man of mystery, your work bends reality in a way that few other bike community personalities would dare attempt. There is a dynamic effortlessness in your work, and you have a foot in the door of multiple projects at once—art, poetry, engineering, design, philanthropy. How do you balance it all? What’s next for Pubes?
BP: I balance as I go. Usually I bang out several bad drawings and start to feel dead inside, so I spice things up with a contest or a fundraiser. Then I commit to the contest/fundraiser by making a public post. This is followed by immediate regret of the commitment, which is then followed by anxiety, and finally the completion of the project. Overwhelmed, I won’t post for a few weeks. Then I’ll come back and draw a bike made out of poop or something. It’s quite the cycle and it barely works, but it works.
As far what’s next? No big fundraisers for the rest of 2019. Pubesmobile wore me the fuck out mentally. So probably gonna scale back and try and make people laugh for a few months. Maybe a Handup Glove run. Maybe Philly Bike Expo. Definitely some inappropriate buttons or patches.
TSC: If you had to disappear, how would you do it?
BP: As Bicycle Pubes? Delete my Instagram. I feel like that would sufficiently blank me from existence for 90% of my audience.
In real life? You ever seent that episode of Simpsons when Homer fakes his own death at the company outing with the $600 dummy? And then the beavers eat his pants? Probably something like that.
TSC: How will the current state of the….?
BP: ...Oreos in my pantry be affected once I get home from work? Oh I think you know. Those Oreos about to get fucked the fuck up. No mercy. Crush rows.