Well, not really fat. More like “festively plump” or “jolly.”
From: Jeff D.
hope all is well at law school in the warm weather…
Classic Nor Cal Cat 4 racing. My favorite is the last frame with the guy pumping his fist…
These kids are off the hook.
Kranked 8 Revolve – Coastal Crew
Did I catch my man McLane in there somewhere? I’m just kidding, he’s rep’n AZ. Much respect dude. Skid-Huck kids are bananas.
Dealio Dan just got a box full o Reba Forks. There were mumbles of $470 before the minutes ran out. Here’s the link.
In AZ and happen to be wondering if the lamb is a good idea at this point? Click Here!
Speaking of BGR, Dean Hill has released the photos.
iPhone app to end AT&T suckage?
Phoenix prime time riding compliments of upsideout.blogspot.com:
Shit is Prime Time. Me? I’m riding pine in front of a god damn desk. Gimmie one more year. One more. That’s all I ask. Then I’ll rip the world in half.
Sorry, forgot to code this next link first time through. Check out drinkinanddronin.wordpress.com. Good times.
This site is bringing the old school hard: theselvedgeyard.wordpress.com. I’ve been tapping it every few days now when I need to look at something other than another damn law book. Start with this post: BIKES, BIKINIS, BEER & BEACH | VINTAGE DAYTONA BEACH BIKE WEEK. (All caps just ‘cuz.)
Daytona Beach during the Golden age of the ’70s & ’80s. Before Bike Week became some three-ring commercialized circus of fake boobs on a stick, there were riders and vanners of a kindred spirit who came to hang out, party on the beach, chill. They did it outta love instead of the hype. And the boobs were real, man. Kinda makes you wanna take it by force from the corporate pricks, and get back to what made it great in the first place– brotherhood, escaping the grind of the rat race, and finding a little soul on the road.
You can thank me later.
I may be sitting square on my big ass in a law school library, but I’m saying nothing other than pass that damn Courvoisier.
Last one before I just roll over and take it (like a man).
What A Wonderful World – Death Metal Version
Well, that’s it. The books call me like Sirens to my death.by