Yøur Gær Is Cøming

Güd news.

Your gear is moving.

Not in the vague corporate sense of “your order is being processed” where some poor bastard printed a label three days ago and your package is sitting underneath a desk next to somebody’s half-eaten lunch.

We mean moving.

Through the strange and magnificent global machine responsible for taking something from way the hell over there and eventually putting it on your porch.

Look at that.

Logistics.

Beautiful, industrial, confusing, mystical logistics.

Somewhere inside one of those enormous boxes are things you people bought from us on the internet.

Which, when you really think about it, is actually insane.

You clicked some buttons.

Money disappeared.

Then a complicated chain of humans, forklifts, trucks, ships, warehouses, scanners, paperwork, cardboard boxes, tape, and probably several deeply irritated logistics employees began working together so that eventually you can open your front door and say:“Hey babe, new Rébéls Räidérs kit just dropped.”

We know there is no babe, but that’s besides the point. 

That, the American consumerism you just participated in with us, is civilization.

Now, naturally, whenever we post that orders are moving, approximately fourteen seconds later somebody will ask:

“WHEN IS MINE SHIPPING?”

Brøther.

There are containers. Those containers have your order in them. And they are moving.
This is no longer a guy walking out back and grabbing your carrier off a shelf. Rèbèl’s got like employees and shit now.

Or goblins, not sure.

There are logistics involved. Logistics scares me. I just write here, broh. 

Possibly clipboards. Maybe even box cutters, packing tape, and gloves. 

Maybe even a man named Steve whose entire professional existence revolves around knowing why Container 7B cannot leave until Container 4C clears some mysterious bureaucratic checkpoint nobody else understands.

I don’t know Steve, but I respect him.

Regardless, the machine is moving, your orders are going out. 

If you placed an order, our people are working through them and getting gear where it belongs.

And yes, we know waiting sucks.

Nobody refreshes tracking information seventeen times a day for replacement vacuum filters. 

You do that when you’re waiting for cool shit. 

So, once that cool shit arrives, we have one additional request.

Use it.

Go do something.

And send us photos of you doing the things in your kit, or of the product, or just tag us @nmiddaugh018  @rebelsraiders. I asked ya’ll like two weeks ago to send me photos like that for blog purposes and got positively shafted. I need more. 

It sends me hot gear photos or it doesn’t get to be in the blog.

Anyways.

The logistics people are doing whatever dark magic logistics people do. The orders are moving. Stand by for tracking, you should be getting an email. Unless you’re dumb like me and purchased through Shop and didn’t connect your email.

I like to keep a low-grade anxiety over my packages arriving, gives my life some zest.

Like Gandalf, my Vak and Gizmø will arrive precisely when they mean to.

On a serious note, thank you for your patience, support, and excitement. It is an honor providing you with gear, and we wouldn’t be able to do what we do without you. 

By Nick Middaugh