I win in 2009

How to do flips and make eggs.

How to do a flip.




How to make eggs.

Evil Dave or just Dave?

Really Evil Dave believes in Christmas, thats not very evil.

A couple days late but still awesome...

King Diamond singing Christmas songs?

Eddy Merkin Agrees with the Mercury

DICKWAD BIKE GEAR NOT INVITED BACK TO 2009

• Tiny chopped handlebars—"Hey, wouldn't it be, like, so sweet if we sawed our handlebars in half? They'd be just like regular handlebars, but so tiny that two hands could barely fit on them. Super hot! Right, dude? Right?" Wrong.

• Aerospoke wheels—These giant plastic spokes try so hard to be hot. Hot like your totally edgy punk blue hair and new gold Adidas.

• Pants so tight you can't pedal: Sexy citizens of Portland do not want to see your skinny white ass crack. K? Thnx.

• Non-homeless people who ride mountain bikes around town: These people are sporty douchebags.

• Adult tricycles: If you don't understand why, then never mind—you should totally go buy one.

fuck you

"Why don't you go fuck yourself" - Eddy Merkin

Happy Pagan Based Holiday

Merry Christmas to all

White Dreams

Rare in deed is the white bird of Snow.

CoCo-

Buckets of awesome part 1

Let's time travel. And not the black out drunk, lose some hours of your life, wake up somewhere random kind of time travel. We're talking about photos from the past. And when you think about it, all photos are from the past. Just going to take us back a few years here. Back when we were excited about wizard staffs. Back when Emperor was staking his claim and slaughtering babies on Omaha.

The 18th St. Tavern. Photo by Tom Gilmour.

Zoobombing with Travis and Nix.

Thar, killing it obviously.

Ah the 36er.

There are those who are content to stay with what works, spinning small futile wheels in the deep recess of a wet forest, happy to have tight corners and technical obstacles. These naive souls don't question, and while those with plebeian minds continue to struggle with their deficiencies of size, others have become "Illuminated"
The ignorance of age can no longer be ignored and a valiant few have opened ancient sealed eyes to a new way of riding, a new understanding, the 29er. Luddites were contrite and baffled, how could they have missed this, the 26er serving so well for so long. Yet there are those among this chosen set of new adapters who have looked still farther, having grasped the mechanisms of failure that plagued the 26er they were quick to see how they applied to the 29er as well. These intrepid souls, what alchemical ingenuity do they posses? What vision of mind and soul, to see through the godly 29er chimera? It is these soothsayers that know the way, they see vast tracts of unfettered trails, deposed of harsh root and rut, nothing but long strait roads of washboard. The gods of the mountain have heard your call and they will answer. When every tight corner has been polished smooth and all inclines hammered flat, then those who have seen the future can rejoice in confidence. They have chosen the victor. Behold

36er

This is a ride not for the faint of heart. A pair of brakes may be necessary to reel in these beasts. A machine who's appetite for the mundane will not be fettered.
Watch in awe as it dwarfs the pride of man and conquers all it surveys
Take heed, once you've succumbed to the wiles of the 36er there is no coming in back

Jesus those kids are flying

Ethan and I decided to try out the new trainer, we figure we can get just as much of a warm up blasting this thing before a cross race as those dudes spinning away on their trainers under an easy up. I say more power to you, keep playing LIVE or the Spearhead on your Ipod, we'll be blasting Airs and NOFX. Speaking of blasting airs, these kids were going for it, nothing like bringing a kicker jump to bring everyone out of the wood work. Three stoners smoked us out, an older guy filled us in on his ruptured achilles, and these kids decided to show us up. If you want to turn the kick ass up on an afternoon here is a list; Overlook Park, kicker jump, bikes, and about 45 minutes. Shit goes down every 15 minutes on the dot. Apparently Crust Punks congregate here at dusk, kind of the eastsides answer to the swifts.

Westside

Eastside

"I love what you do for me" So we put in a little work near the tracks, seriously I don't know what people do with out a Toyota truck. These things are the Swiss Army knives of vehicles.
Verg is impressed.
This man has kids and people trust him with their safety on lives. Mark looking clean cut, clinical, and ten years younger.

Its a little like melting your face

Lets time travel for a moment shall we, back a few months to the N.O.I.S.E. ride. Ahhhhhhhh

"You lose"

James, moto whips on a cross bike= WIN. He took home the NOISE belt, a nice sweat stained leather number, look for those not so innocent photos coming to you soon. The Krauts are already salivating in their bratwurst.