Finger of God

As I prepped for the ride this past Saturday, I was saddened when I pulled my gloves out of my messenger bag.  My recently purchased Giro DND Black/Rad Star gloves had a giant hole in them.

That sucks.  These gloves have only been in my possession since November 20th.  I've been on a handful of rides since that day.  This is not due to rider error or misuse.  My Giro DND Black/Rad Star gloves have been used as riding gloves, and not oven mitts, pot scrubbers, or for drunken acid handling.  They split on the seam, and one might think that would be a warranty issue.  That's fine and dandy, but I'm having two issues with making that warranty claim.

I bought the gloves at the Pasty White Bearded Hill People's Headquarters in Brevard, NC. Although I found the hang tag in my travel messenger bag, I did not find the receipt.  I hardly consider warranties or resale value when purchasing gloves, so all associated paperwork regarding the transaction is dealt with accordingly. Regardless of that missing vital information, the Pasty White Bearded Hill People's Headquarters are still more than two hours from my house.  This is my fault, as I choose to live here and not there.  Although I blame them for all my problems that can't be directly linked to Garth "Sideshow Buju Banton" Prosser, I think neither of them can take the fall for this one.
My other issue?  Giro is avoiding me and this whole situation.  As of right now, any search for Giro's website delivers this to my screen:

I can't be lead to believe that this is a coincidence.  They are avoiding me.  I'm sure they know of my lack of resolve and low frustration levels, so a black out of, let's say an hour or so, will dissuade me from any further attempts at getting my gloves warrantied.

I left my all time favorite Fox Incline gloves for Giro since I had multiple pairs fall apart at the seams prematurely.  I've had great luck with Giro gloves up to now, so I don't know what to do.  I considered the whole "open letter" approach, but I think maybe I'll just find their physical address and send them a Zung Nguyen surprise.  That should teach them.

I am happy with another recent purchase.

There were a bunch of these on the close-out table at my favorite mom and pop hardware store.  I have been looking at them for months and months, but I finally gave in on Friday.

Endorsed by none other than Lee Majors (I think)

I've wanted one of these for quite some time.  A great toy for an obsessive compulsive like myself.  Scurrying around, looking for pebbles, repeatedly firing stones across an open space of fifty feet trying to knock over a can that if I truly wanted it to simply fall over, I could just walk over to it and kick it...

Now all I need is a go-cart and a stack of porn and all my childhood dreams will have finally come true.