[First filed: August 05, 2009 @ 15:02]
There is a rumour that the Rat Patrol have nowhere to host their workshop. I can confirm the rumour is true.
Our current hosts at the Rat Pad have to move out, and all Rat Treasures need to be moved to a new space. Can you help?
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IS THIS THE END OF RAT PATROL OZ??
Without freakbike building, there is no Patrol. No communal workshop = no freakbike building. Unless we can find a new host location (or some good storage space), we have no workshop and no headquarters — the thought of which makes this Rat a very Sad Pandah indeed. This effects not just the Rat Patrol, but the fabric of the Canberra community.
Rat Patrol Oz is the Antipodean arm of the Rat Patrol (which has it’s origins dating back to the 19th century), and by all reports is the most happily benevolent strain of Rat on the globe. We don’t burn cars, we get kids to wear helmets. We don’t start fights, we stop ’em. We are a leaderless and wholly inclusive community-oriented non-political group who make bicycles from waste steel, which we call Functional Art (or FART). We laugh a lot and proliferate positive interactions and messages. We specialise in making dreams come true and using dangerous power tools while drinking beer. We do good stuff. Beer is good.
Can you host the RPOz workshop? Maybe you know someone who could?
RP workshop hosting brings many rewards and is central to the work of the Patrol. But if nobody can host, we will be forced to take our treasures to the tip where they will become rusty, un-used, un-wanted… wasted. What a great shame that would be… let’s hope we find a host in time. Please help, please ask around. Contact the Patrol by emailing oddbod AT cyberone DOT com DOT au.
If nobody can help with hosting, there will be no communal space for anyone to create FArt while drinking beer and using dangerous power tools at the same time. Tragedy.
Yours in bike bits and dreams, Limp Jimmy.