Klunkers.ca: Where I Hope to Get To

Klunkin’ ain’t easy.

What is it all for? What am I doing here? And if you’re reading this—what are you doing here?

Seriously, like, how did you find this site? I’m dying to know as I have not posted it on social media, email, bought any Google ads or anything. If you got here, it’s organic. So what did you search?

A little about me.

I’m actually a 21-year veteran of the publishing industry. I don’t mean to brag, but I know how to launch a website and could run traffic to this one in a heartbeat.

But that’s not what I’m doing. Much in the way a Klunker bike is a throwback to the earlier days of cycling—I want this website to be a throwback to the early days of the Internet.

Before we were all trying get famous or rich of our “side hustles,” we just did shit like this for fun. Live Journals, MySpace pages, blogs (or weblogs, if you’re ancient).

People found them by accident but followed you on purpose. No Silicon Valley algorithm to force Klunkers down your throat just because you looked at one boosted post a little too long.

So I’m just writing, posting and leaving it lie. To be picked up like a message in a bottle.

Where I Want to Go

Community. Connection. This is what I want to see develop. And I don’t need Zuckerberg putting a chokepoint between us. So what I’d love to see, one day, is community-created content on this site.

Got a Klunker? Email me. Send me pics. I’m an editor by trade so I’ll fix up your writeup and post it to show off your hard work!

Sure, posting your Klunks on Facebook is fun—but what do you get, maybe 24 hours before it vanishes into the fog? This way, it lives forever. Or at least for my four years of pre-paid hosting.

I think back to the early days of PinkBike—yeah, I’d love to do that. But specific to Klunkers. Whatever the hell that means—let’s define it together.

What I Won’t Do

Ads? Nah. Affiliate links? No interest. Sponsored content? Unlikely to be offered, but I’m gonna say nope. I just want something pure in the most un-pure Internet age we’ve seen thus far. Let’s build the world we want to see. Let’s build a Klunker.

Unless of course, Outside Magazine wants to buy me for seven figures. Then, like PinkBike, I’ll just take the cash. No shade.