About dirty biker

I am a fan of singletrack, singlespeeds, single malt, and single women. Tempe, Arizona, USA

16 thoughts on “Get Some.

  1. That might be one of the coolest things I have seen in a long time. I’d love to get a look at the crap eating grin on that kids face.

  2. Hmmm, am I the only one that sees the danger inherent in doing that so close to a road, with cars, with a KID?

    Or am I missing something, and just came off as sounding like a douchey, overprotective, helicopter parent?

    MInes gonna be 18 in a month, so I’m well past worrying about my own kid and shit like that…..

  3. kid knew to drop the hammer when it counted

    little douchey, yes, but really will you ever stop worrying about your kid, really?

  4. …can’t stop chuckling…& ya, the kid knew when to drop the hammer…

    …hell, the only “danger” is that the kid ain’t likely to do the whole ride with them & he’s gonna have a long ass haul back home by hisself with those little wheels…

  5. Steve Weixel’s helmet cam videos are straight up awesome – he won the individual Strava KOM challenge this year.

  6. Yeah Mendon, that was an overprotective response. Especially since the kid dropped the hammer when he needed to, so he wasn’t scurred. That was awesome!!

  7. awesome. That might just be a small metaphor for how to live.
    Help the bairns just a bit and they’ll work like dogs and take their place at the front with their nose into the wind. As it should be.

  8. I still say the lil nipper should fire his mechanic for not fitting an 11 cog. Everyone else could sprint for second.

    I used to ride with a dude who’d trained his teenage son up right. I’d sit like third wheel and he’d yell, “twenty three!” and the kid would pull 23 MPH. “Twenty five!” and the kid would notch it up. Now that’s parenting skillz right there.

  9. Two year old Gypsy Jr. got a strider bike for Christmas, and he has yet to get off the thing. First words out of his mouth in the morning are, “Where my biciel?” (Biciel is munchkin for “bicycle” for those of you needing a translation.) He wheels it all over the house and is constantly asking, “Biciel go outside? Biciel go outside?” We take him outside and he rides over, through, around and into everything in site. Sure… He does spend as much time tumbling ass over tea kettle as he does giggling his head off, but no matter how bad the crash, he always wants to get right back on. At this point, I’m seriously wondering if I should ask the local emergency room if I can sign up for some kind of monthly installment plan, because it looks like me and Mrs. Gypsy are going to be going there an awful lot when he steps up to a big boy bike.

    Speaking as a parent who is completely in love with his kid, I would not have any issues with my boy doing something like this video one day. I did WAAAAAAAAY worse, and I think it would by shitty of me to begrudge him the chance to experience what I am sure the kid in this video would describe as PURE FUCKING JOY. He is going to carry that moment with him for the rest of his life.

    No… I wouldn’t worry at all. Why? For the same reason my parents didn’t worry. I didn’t tell them what I was up to!