"It hasn't been my day for a couple years..."

Hell of a Day...

So it started with a phone call from work. Apparently there was some sort of miscommunication and I had a client for a fit at the shop at 10am. It's my day off, so I get up, shower, eat, grab my bike and ride in. But it wasn't that smooth...about halfway to work, I got hit. I was traveling down a one-way street behind a car. They had their left signal on and started pulling to the left. I moved to pass them on the right when they cut the wheel to turn right into a parking lot (with the LEFT SIGNAL on). Instinct took over, and I steered with the car to avoid hitting them. Then my tires slipped out on the wet leaves. I slid towards the car, stopping myself with a well placed foot to the door. Front wheel went under the car, rear car wheel went over mine, toasted bike! Bent handlebars. I'm fine. Minor scrapes and stiff joints. I won't go into the gory details of what ensued, but in the end, I got paid to repair my bike and the authorities didn't have to get involved. Still got to work, did the fit and got home in one piece. I'm slowly getting stiffness here and there (as to be expected). Gonna build a new wheel and get some new bars up on the bike and we'll be good to go. PLEASE be careful out there this time of year. With a toasted wheel, bars and minor scrapes, I'm VERY lucky! Things could have been much worse and I thank my lucky stars! Hope you're all getting out to ride even with the cold weather!

Putney Race Report

Yeah...so I arrived in Putney around 8AM-ish. It was cold and windy, but the sun was out. I knew that it would warm up as the morning progressed and was looking forward to losing some layers so I wouldn't sweat so bad. Saw Tony and Tina pull in shortly after I arrived. Took my time getting my stuff together, marveled at how the port-a-john had frozen from the evening prior (was the lucky one to christen it, I believe) and went in to register. It was a nice change to be able to register inside somewhere warm! Got my pins, and number, went back to the car, grabbed the bike and started to learn the course.

The first grass section had 2 barriers and I noticed that everything was frozen and slippery upon first dismount. The course wound around a bit, then had a short, steep down-hill to 90 degree turn to steep, log run up. Take a straightaway around the bike shop, through the dirt jumps, down a wicked steep, slippery downhill, to a path, to and around some corn fields (iced and chunky now), then back onto some pavement, up a SUPER steep run-up (probably about 30' long) and back onto the course. Good, fast, FUN course. Got in a few more runs. Retried a few technical spots that gave me trouble. Got more comfortable with the steeps with every lap. Made mental notes of where my lines should be. Had a few issues with the chain throwing itself again, fixed it. Went back to the car and ran the heat to warm my feet up. Was pretty sweaty and decided to loose the tights, instead opted for knee warmers, and pinned up my Ignite jacket.

At about 9:45 decided I'd take one last run, at about half speed through most of it, full speed on a few sections. Lost my arm warmers before leaving the car because it had warmed up so much. The light jacket was more than enough. Opted for a cycling cap instead of a beanie as well. Started getting the blood flowing, and wanted to be ready to go right to the start line. When I made it to the run up, everyone was already lined up. Saw Tony and cut the line to post up right next to him.

Got the 'gun', started my '45mins of Pain' mix on the iPod, and we were off! Spun like a bastard and stayed with the front of the group. Going into the barrier section, one guy bumped arms with me (purposely as far as I could tell). Noted it as we went over the barrier section. Winding around to the first run-up, he tried it again and I went aggro, pushing him back off of me. He tried it again, and I gave him the "watch your line!". He backed off and gave me some lame excuse. As we were going up the first techy run-up, some guy cased it right into the first log. He went straight down, his bike went up, another guy crashed into the brush next to the run-up. Bikes and bodies flying everywhere! I pushed through, and kept pace with who I was with til the cornfields. That's where the chain blew off. Fixed it cursing all the way, and noticed how all the frozen stuff was now a greasy mess! The corn field wound up being a crash fest for a ton of guys every time I went though.

The rest of the race I spent trying to pick off guys ahead of me. I noticed that the only place I really got dropped was on the flat paved section because of my gearing. The rest of the race (in most of the technical sections, especially the mud) I was catching and passing guys. I knew that I wasn't in contention, but I wanted to finish and see how many I could catch. Went hard. By the time I got to the finish, I was choking back vomit. Couldn't really talk. Just coughed a bunch. Tony got worried and actually had Tina check on me to make sure I was alright! Tony did great, finishing 5th!

Got changed, ate a burrito, drank the rest of my water, checked out the shop, watched some other racers, waited for the results FOREVER!, saw that I somehow didn't make DFL, and took off. Stopped in Northampton for a coffee, some used CD's, a new shirt and belt. Then went home. A great day with some super fun riding and good friends. Always a great time!


-Pushing HARD up the last few steps of the brutal run-up. photo by Tina McCurdy


-rep'n Ghostship and Ignite (Orange County Hard Core!) photo by Tina McCurdy



-the mini dirt jump in the middle of the course. super fun! photo by Tina McCurdy

VT Cyclocross.

Raced Putney today. I'm SUPER tired and am heading to bed right now! (9:30pm). Here's the quick run-down...more detailed report to follow:
Got up super early, cold, frozen slick ground, thawed greasy mud, lots of crashing, jumping over bodies, bike failure AGAIN!, Tony kicked ass! (5th place), drove to Northampton, coffee, used cd's, new shirt, drove home, Eli's w/ the Sunday crew, here, bed. Photos to arrive as well (hopefully).

Putney...

Last minute decision...Heading up to the VT tomorrow for the Putney cross race. It's been going on for 16 years (17 counting tomorrow) and promises to be an old school cross course...with a dirt jump in the middle! Sounds like a good time. Stories and photos to follow...

Vegas Photos...Finally!

Here're the photos from our trip out to Las Vegas for this year's Interbike show. No descriptions yet...coming soon...enjoy!

Photos From Chainbiter

Here're some photos from the cross race this past weekend. All photos by Tina McCurdy.

Cursed...

I'm seriously beginning to think that my cross bike is cursed. Every race, and I mean EVERY fuck'n race, something breaks or fails. Flat tires (curbed by running higher pressure), dropped chains (fixed by running single-speed rings and cogs)...today I broke the pulley wheel on the singulator IN HALF. Of course it happened during the race. The first lap. About 1/8th of the way through. Couldn't have happened last night, or the day before, or during my practice run. Nope. Had to happen during the race. Once I figured out what happened and fixed it the best I could, all 3 fields (the Cat 4s, and both Master's classes passed me). I spent the rest of the race trying so hard just to catch up. When all was said and done, I got pulled with 1 lap left to go. DFL because of a stupid plastic part.

Other than the frustrations of my bicycle, I had a good time. The Ghostship Terror Squad was in full effect. Got to see some old friends and catch up. Did the dollar prime thing with Ghostship and met some new folks. Got to ride an awesome course, spend the day with great friends, eat some food, drink a couple beers. Life is good. I'm so tired I'm gonna crash on my couch and nap for a bit. Hope you made the best of a rainy, cold, windy day.

Halloween....

Halloween party at my homegirl Ginger's place this past Saturday. Took advantage of the time to dress up like a weirdo, hang out with some rad folks, drink a few beers and generally have a good time. Ginger and her house-mates put in an AMAZING dungeon of terror, dubbed 'The Fear-Maker' in their basement. Complete with sound/light/noise activated spooks, gallons of fake blood, even a do-it-yourself autopsy room, it was crazy! Very well done. Here're a few photos I took. These are the ones that came out half-way decent. I think my digital camera was having some issues that evening. I can't wait to get another SLR! Enjoy!


-was going for The Living End's Chris Cheney look....he's got an amazing hair-stylist I guess. Wound up being a little more punkabilly. Sans guitar.



-Ginger (the murderous Stepford Wife) and her man. You can't see it, but she had a HUGE bloodied cleaver in the back of her apron, tons of fake blood. Team Ziseou represent!


-Rock! photo by Ginger.


-the party got crashed by this guy a few times.

Reserves...

Since this past weekend's cross efforts (coupled with not riding for nearly a month), I need to expand the fuel tank for upcoming events. In an effort to accomplish that, I set out to get in a quick hour before work this morning. All was going well til I flatted about 2 mi from my house. In the SAME FUCKING SPOT as I did last time! Changing the tubular was a fucking fiasco to put it mildly. Was kicking myself in the ass for turning down a ride from a good samaratin [sp?] thinking I could quickly change my tire. 35mins later, sore fingers, a fucked tubular (broken tape) and a good amount of frustration led me to hike it back home. Luckily, within the last quarter mile a shop customer recognized me and gave me a lift home. Showering up and making breakfast I weighed my options for the possiblity of selling my current wheels and going with some clinchers instead for convenience sake. We'll see what transpires.

Other than that, I've been pretty good. A bit neurotic over some the possiblity of some relationship stuff (probably all in my head), busy with the Gship amidst trying to find time to ride, screen, draw, sew, hang out with friends and such. Picked up some stuff for my Halloween costume this year. Gonna try to rock it as Chris Cheney of The Living End. Got some cool bits and pieces. I'll get some photos to share this weekend. NH Devil's Night 4 race this coming Tues, Hartford's Helloween race on Wed, Farmington Cross a week out Saturday Nov 4th. Good times coming up! Congrats to Joe and Danielle! Gettn' hitched pirate style out in Vegas Saturday...Hoist the main sail, full speed ahead!

Vegas Preview...

Yep....this sums it all up.

Movie Premier!

Got up with a Drew and Doug today and headed down to NYC for the MASH movie premier. For those who don't know, MASH is a movie about a bunch of guys who rip the hell outta some fixed gear bikes in the San Francisco area. MASH has been 3 years in the works so it was really rad to finally be able to watch the finished product instead of trying to tide myself over with short, 1 min clips on their website. Some great footage of guys going RIPPIN fast through traffic! Don't wanna ruin it if you're waiting for the DVD! Took the train down, stopped in the Village for some falaffal, went to the Brooklyn Banks to check out some different fixed contests (best trick, bunny-hop, best skid, etc). Saw some amazing kids riding. Went and got some more food (burritos!) found Trackstar (but they were closed) and went to the premier. Watched the flick, rode back to the train and went home. Snapped a few pics. Check 'em out. If you didn't go, you really missed out!

Hot Mustard!

This past tuesday evening was spent making Paul's Infamous Hot Mustard with Paul, his wife Jean, their daughter Katie and our good friend Dean. The mustard uses all kinds of secret ingredients, but I'll share some of the base ones: Scotch Bonnet peppers, brown sugar and mangos. This stuff is super spicy and tasty as well. I rode to Paul's, suffered on the two hills on the way with my 49x16 gearing. Upon arriving, a nice, cool Post Road Pumpkin beer cooled me down, followed by numerous others, as well as a couple Pink Grapefruit Vodka shots. Wielding sharp knives became a much more concious effort with the alcohol taking over. After a meal of Kielbasa, apple chicken sausage and red hots (of course we used the mustard!!), Paul treated us all to chocolate lava cake and some home-made cappuccino ('corrected' with a little amaretto). The ride home was a bit swervey, but was warm, a bit foggy, and almost devoid of cars! Lit only by my headlights...a great cap to a great evening. Many thanks to our incredibly gracious hosts for the spread of food and drinks and their hospitality! Check the photos below:

Back from Vegas....

We made it back in one piece, albeit a horribly tired, dry and wrecked piece. I'll post up some photos and incriminating video in the next week or so. Some highlights include: copious amounts of alcohol, stolen pint glasses, massive amounts of stickering, almost getting arrested because of the massive amounts of stickering, losing money, 2 pro level bike races, horrible plane rides, no sleep, making new friends, possible artist collabs? G'night!

Haunted Room?

I spent a few days about a week ago up in Saratoga Springs, NY as part of my training to get Serotta Fit Certified. I stayed in this place called the Adelphi Hotel. They bill themselves as one of the last remaining, original Victorian hotels in the US. Yep. It's definitely original. And haunted. At 4am the first night I was there, there was a clattering in my bathroom, like someone had dropped a metal pipe on the floor. I woke up, looked at the bathroom, saw the light go out. But I had never left it on! Then the door opened itself a few inches. I slept fine the next two nights, without any ghostly visits. Check out some of the creepy shit I saw out of the windows:


-All boarded up...pretty damn creepy!


-Cool bridge on the way up.




-Check out Buffalo. Some expensive tolls!

Amazing Trailer.

Found this amazing trailer off of the Trackasaurusrex site:

Trailer.

Awesome. The creation of energy. Well said.

Out-Of-Town

Hey everyone. I'll be out of town starting today til Tuesday of next week. I'm heading up to Serotta in Saratoga Springs, NY to get fit certified. Those of you who ride know what a big deal this is. If you don't ride, let me put it like this. How do you test ride a custom bicycle that's being made specifically for you? Right. Now if you can't sit on it til it's done, how do you know if it's going to fit? Well, you schedule a 2 hour fitting with me and I'll make sure that your new amazing, custom dream bike fits like a glove. I don't know if I'll have access to the intrawebs, but I'll have my cel if you need to get in touch with me. Class is every day from 8AM to 6PM so don't be alarmed if I don't get right back to you. See you all when I return. Have a great weekend!

The Sinking Ship cont...

So I finished The Sinking Ship tonight...stayed late at work to get the last few details right. Here she is in all her cold, steel glory....







Went together great! The only exception being that the canti tabs that I had welded on the seat stays were tacked on too high...so the brake pads are at their maximum lowest point in the caliper arms...meaning that they'll never be perfectly adjusted until they wear in. Other than that, it seems to run great! Here's the simplified bike check:
-Surly Cross fork
-Avid Shorty 6 cant brakes
-53 x 21 drivetrain
-Surly Singulator
-Mavic Open Pro's laced to Ultegra hubs
-Crank Bros Egg Beater pedals
-Custom Ghostship stem
-Custom Ghostship 'Indy' down tube decals
-19lbs and change (with pedals for all the weight geeks/snob/weenies who're keeping track....oh yeah! almost forgot, I weighed in at around 206lbs this morning but that was before I took a shit...and I was wearing socks. Tally that up you elitist bitches.)
Hopefully she'll stay in one piece for my first race this weekend up in Agawam, MA. Wish us luck and terror this weekend (as well as no mechanicals, lots of mud and no crashes!)!

Thank God For Cigarettes pt 2

So the show....holy shit! Dean and I left CT @ 2pm, had some good conversation and music on the way up, beating out the rush-hour traffic. We wandered around the city for a bit while waiting for friends to show up. Walked through Northeastern, down to Copley Square. Stopping into and Irish pub for a pint is where things began to get interesting.

No sooner do we sit down at the bar than this shit-housed, weird east islander looking dude starts trying to make conversation. After making small talk and pointing out my trucker hat, he states, "White trash from CT, huh?". What the fuck?! Then he backed off, did his little drunk apology. Dean talked him up a bit and found out about another bar further up the street. So we pound our pints and get the fuck out of the twilight zone episode our experience has become. Up the street, we go to the Pour House.

Damn, what a great bar! Cheap PBR on tap, cheap (good!) food, friendly bar-tenders, good music. A win-win situation. We definitely found the silver-lining to the cloud looming a bar back. We ate, drank and generally had a good time. On the way back we hit one last irish pub in Dean's buddy's neighborhood while we wait for them to call us. Hit the packy, pick up some Sparks and head to their house. We pre-game a bit and then take the T over the Roxy for the show.

Get up to the doormen at the entrance at which time we're told that the show is sold out. WTF!!!!! We start chatting with them a little and 2 of our crew zip right in and get to the floor. Fuck! So we back off around the corner and I check out what the hand stamps look like at the door. Our brains start going into overdrive about what we can do to get in. There are four of us at this point w/ two inside. No one has a black marker, is there a back entrance? Let's go buy a scalped ticket....The 2 come out and spin some ideas with us. I spy a cigarette butt on the ground and try to ash the back of my hand. Nothing. Dean puts out his cigarette and ashes my hand for me, then himself. One of our four decide he's not getting in and leaves. Time to give it a shot.

We walk up to the door like we own the place, breeze past the two guys at the door (who are stamping hands and have no idea what's going on). We go up the stairs, and are asked for ticket stubs or hand stamps. We show 'em the "stamps" and they ask where the 'Over 21' is. Ummmm, must have rubbed off, it's hot as fuck out! We're told to go back downstairs and get restamped. We get the same questions at the door by the guy we breezed past minutes earlier. Dean and I tag-teamed the dude with answers to his questions...'yeah, we've been here for like 15-20mins...it's super humid out, the stamps rubbed right off, the guys upstairs told us to come back down.' Aparantly, it worked, cause next thing we know, he's asking if we're with the band (we are if it gets us in!), and we're back in getting wristbands and are on the floor!

We run around a bit, checking out the floor. I randomly run into my friends Jay and Natalie. Haven't seen them in about 3 years! They're getting married, and life is great. Now I'm on cloud-fucking-nine, getting into a sold-out show using the oldest trick in the book, running into friends who are great, my brain is exploding!

I get up front for the last few songs of Lifetime's set, and wait for the Souls. They played great, I got a couple of Ghostship stickers up to the band, just awesome. There was a ton of crowd surfing going on. I didn't catch too many boots to the head. The worst part was some dude stage diving and gouging me in the eye. When you're jumping into a sea of people, keep your goddamned hands up! I was literally cross-eyed for about 3 songs! It must have been bad cause 2 guys in front of me were asking if I was alright.

An awesome show. Great night out, nice and cool. We grabbed some pizza on the way out and headed back to CT. An amazing evening if there ever was one. Good times!

THE BOUNCING SOULS (or Thank God for Cigarettes!)

The. Bouncing. Fucking. Souls. This show was possibly the best concert experience I've EVER HAD! How should we say.....Epic? Yes. Epic. Details tomorrow.....

Oleee, Ole Ole Oleee, Ohleeeeee, O-Oleeeee.....

Bouncing Souls tonight!!!!! So. Fucking. Excited!!!! Watch out Boston! Here's a photo of Pete I took the last time I saw them in New Haven:

New Art

I've been getting 'back to my roots' so to speak lately and doing more art. This should be the way that things have always been, but shit happens, you know? So here're two pieces that I've been working on lately.



-This is the painting that everyone's been asking about. It's still in process but I wanted to share where it is so far. Who doesn't love battling kites?



-Another piece that's kinda mid-process. I say 'kinda' because I've started doing these larger drawing pieces (like this one), kinda treating it like a big sketchbook. Total stream-of-consciousness type trip, naimean? They're super fun cause I get to be so loose and not worry too much if things are a little 'offy' (yep, it's a word now!). Oh yeah! Flickr gave me a pro account, so I was sorting through some OLD photos. As long as we're on the subject of art, here's a piece I did for my friend's old band Indian Chief Headdress:



One last thing! If you like reading about relationship advice (and wish that someone like myself or my boy Wolf wrote the answers) go check out this blog. Enjoy!

Sinking Ship (or Everything Was Going According To Plan When...)

I've dubbed it 'The Sinking Ship'...the rear tire clearance looks more like a track frame, seatpost size should be 27.2, but seems a bit smaller, issues with the Singulator....I've started putting together a single-speed cyclocross bike for the upcoming season. Had Jimmy from Black Magic Bikes retro an old road frame that I have to work as a cross rig. Started hanging parts on it tonight. The bb / cranks went smooth as snot. For all the road rides I did in the rain on my old road bike, the bb has little to no corrosion and is still smooth. Super stoked. Then I tried to hang the Surly Singulator...that's when things went wrong.

After fucking with the Singulator's return spring (swapped out the 'pushing down' spring for the 'pushing up' spring) for a good 30mins (I had to actually bend the spring end so it would match up with the hole it seats in...what a bitch!) I hung the part on the frame only to discover that the clamp bolt that adjusts the chainline position of the jockey wheel was stripped! Fuck! I pulled it off the frame and took the bolt out to see how bad the threads were. I could only laugh out loud when all the threads removed themselves along with the bolt. Spare fucking parts. If only I knew where my digital camera was, I could take a picture of all the carnage to share. Good thing my other parts order goes in tomorrow so I can slap another Singulator on there. Then I get to stay after work to disassemble my rear Campy shifter to figure out what the fuck isn't fully engaging and making shifting downright inaccurate and miserable. Maybe I should sell off a few bikes and alleviate some of the issues.....hmmmm. (Of course I'm joking!)

Help Me to Understand...

I'm pretty confused...I'll be straight out with it. I was seeing this girl...this amazing, beautiful, sweet, intelligent girl. Things were going great, so I thought. Then it all seemed to change up, like the flip of a switch. Suddenly, she decides that "she's not in the right mind frame for a relationship." This comes out after telling me how she told all her friends about me, told her Mom about me, sent me emails about how wonderful being around me seems...The reason I'm confused is because I shared all the same sentiments and actions. Being told one thing, being drawn in closer and closer, then being shut out for no apparent reason. Now I'm not the kind of guy who hates on women. In fact, I love you ladies, for real! The fairer sex, for sure. But come on, help me out here a bit. I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but sometimes I really don't understand why or what you're thinking, and sometimes I don't think I ever will. So what's the deal ladies?

Finally Healed...

My piece has finally healed and I've finally taken the time to shoot decent photos of it.

Wednesdays Project...

Among getting a bunch of stuff crossed off the list of things I had to get finished, I still had some time to build up a couple of mallets for bike polo. These suckas are tall-boys! Standing at a towering 3 and a half feet tall, they should fit taller riders like myself fairly well. No more having to lean waaaaay over to try and strip the ball from opposing players! Can't wait to try 'em out on Sunday.

Farewell!

Last Sat night I got up with the Tyrant crew to wish amazing artist/human being Shawn Hebrank and his wife Merril farewell good luck in their new adventures out in Minneapolis. We swung by Bar to get the fun started, then headed over to Rudy's for the festivities. Highlights include, hanging with great friends, the frite Nazi, randomly running into Drew and some of the EC Scorchers, the class of 60-something reunion???!!!, Tony going bonkers...


-Jason at Bar.


-Merril, Shawn on the far right. (I forget the name of the guy in the middle).


-A study in focus...


-The drink of choice for the evening...

After this, it suddenly became the Tony Tyrant show...bonkers is a good word to describe it all. I think we thought we were going to get the boot at one point in the evening.


-Tony playing the ATM?!?...


-...Doing his monkey impression....


-...ummmmmm...yep.


-...getting ready to rumble with the dip-shit who was trying to lay claim to the pool table...fisticuffs were almost thrown...


-...we just about ended the night here...there's video of Tony doing some kind of weird, interpretive dance with a crazy light show in the booth here...

Fresh Ink...

I went and sat for some ink today with the infamous Shawn Hebrank. After about four hours, we were done. My only regret is that I hadn't sat with Shawn earlier. There's definitely something to be said for a guy who can make you laugh so hard you cry while he's drilling you with a tattoo gun! I'm super stoked on the finished piece! Here're some photos of the process...Oh yeah! Went to the Hartford Crit on Sat. El Bobo raced...came in second in his Jr's race and then hung with the big boys in the Elite Men's race...Adam Meyerson killed it! Check it:


-Peleton


-I think Aidan's in this photo...


-One of the NERAC boys d-ing up on the competition.


-Shawn deep in concentration...


-Finished outline.


-Dropping in the color...telling me some ridiculously funny story, I'm sure...


-The bloody, swollen, finished version...I'll have better photos when the swelling subsides....

T-Town Swap...

Went to T-Town on Sat for the Spring Bike Swap. Had a great time and awesome weather...the swap was standard swap fare...meaning that folks had loads of cash and didn't want to spend it. Saw plenty of crap...a few cool things. Took some photos. Had some bets going about hip-packs so I thought it'd be appropriate to share some photos...


-80's shirt? Check. Dungarees? Check. Hip-Pouch? You better fuck'n believe it.


-Utility belts aren't just for super-heros anymore! They're also for hipster, messenger wannabes. Bathing is out this year too, ditto for laundry....wait a second....is she wearing fucking gaiters??!!!!


-You can kinda see the hip-pouch on this one....you can also kinda see 'Brodie' across the way. Brodie was in the space next to us and he was heavily rep'n everything that is so very wrong with the bike industry today. I think he was pissed that he was missing his frat brother's drunken-sororoity-molesting-barbituate-induced-barbeque. So he made up for it by getting pissed by 9:30 AM, wrestling with his co-workers, and taking a piss in broad daylight in the 1.5' tall bushes behind up. Keep up the good work douchbag!


-Check out the pouch on this fella. It's kinda like a kangaroo or marsupial....radness....king of the pouches. Can't mess...


-It's not a pouch...but when was the last time you've seen a sock for your dreads? Me neither.


-When you're crammed into a 2x4 space for 6 hours on the road, you've got to find creative ways to sleep. Hans, gett'n his snooze on....or vainly trying to end his life because he's had enough hanging out with these dirtbags......

T-Town...

Going to T-Town tomorrow for the annual bike swap...should be a good time. Heading down with Karp and Hans...the last time the 3 of us teamed up, there was non-stop laughing for the whole trip (except when we were eating...too hungry to talk!). Should be a good time. Photos and stories to come soon....Oh yeah! This is pretty late, but congrats to Ken and Dana who now have a beautiful baby girl to add to the mayhem on the homefront!

Damn Kids!

Went out and shot some vid / photos with Tony T and Pete K. Pete's come a long way from the kid who was asking me how to do skids to throwing over-the-bar-cross-foot 360 skids....fuckin' kids....shown' up an old man! I sucked ass, but had fun. Tony'll probably have some photos and maybe a video up on his blog. Check it out!

eh?

This is what happens when bike punks show up to the prom...


-photo by Kelly Jensen

'What'd You Do Last Night?..."

...is commonly overheard at the shop in the mornings. This is what a couple beers and some time on your hands yields...with the added reward of a falafal at the end. Enjoy.

cold weather sucks...

I think I'm having a bout with 'Seasonal-Affective Disorder" or whatever the heck it's called. Every morning I ride to work leaves me in a sour, bitter, cursing mood when I arrive. It's almost mid-April...time for this ridiculous cold weather to fucking end so we can ride in shorts when we get out of work! I'm fucking moving to Cali....BWAAAHHHHHHH!

Mellow Night Out...

Because tomorrow is Easter, a few of us decided we wanted a nice low-key evening out. I met up with Tony, Tina and Shawn and headed down to the Elm City for some Falafel and a few beers @ Rudys. We were back before midnight....plenty of time to sleep before heading to see family for Easter tomorrow.


-Tony Tyrant.


-Tina.


-Shawn.


-Almost finished...


-Freshly devoured.