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Pulled a couple of these from sloshspot.com… that one there is my personal fav’s of the collection. A few more here, here and here.
For your reading pleasure, a memo of Raoul Duke’s from the Sports Desk at Rolling Stone:
To all Employees without exception:
Why is the staff so fucking lazy?
Its getting so I can’t even walk [...]

Oh man. Motherfucking DC Representative Reichel & Kate rolled into town last night. They broke me in real good. We chilled at FBC, drank beer & reminisced about our origins into bikes. Talked about King, Palmer, Lopes and all those hoods that made it when the money flowed like swill, and long rides and other [...]

Gold Member dragged me out for a pre-dawn assault. It was my first ski of the season. It was past due. This is pretty much how it went down:

5am. No cheese but the cheezits. Improvise. by 6am, the coffee had yet to kick in. I felt like my boy looks.

Gold Member drops the hammer on [...]

An oldy (august of ‘08) dug up from out of the upsideout catacombs. I needed to share it too. It’s the future…

2008 was beat down and long in the tooth. It goes without saying. I haven’t wanted to think about it, much less try to put anything on paper. Everyone else has been pumping out opinions on it anyway. But alas, I felt obligated should I ever need to reflect on my “condition” at the time. [...]

Our Celebrity Elect. We’ve all seen it. Planned. Packaged. Delivered. Shit’s pretty ridiculous at this point. Hope his policy is half as good as his marketing appeal. Remember Carter picked up after an equally malformed Nixon, and couldn’t policy his way out of a paper bag. We’ll see right? The messiah is gonna come. I [...]

Photobombing sees no limits.

Mike rolls the skate park MTB style. You know what they say… “Bigger Wheels. Bigger tacos.”

Compliments Hevi Kevi and Pinkbike.com

And then it hit me. Today will be like no other.

Compliments of Apropos of Nothing.

I put on my first pair of cycling shoes in 1992, after years of pounding toe-clips around the hills of my hometown. They were the top of the line Sidi’s. The same fruity colored units that Tinker sported back in the days of the Etto and Klein. Although I couldn’t understand why cyclists had to [...]

Compliments of Skinny Chicken

compliments of Lost on the Floor

Jeffro was kind enough to put up his collection of images from this years fotp. Remember that? A soul ride amongst cycists. Na, you’re right. FOTP is dead. Better make a sticker. ooh, I know!… “FOTP is Neither”
Hevi Kevi reminds us that the Pole Riders are still rocking it. Good times over there. Who would [...]

At first, I thought this would be a great idea, but then after sitting through it, the only redeeming quality was the soundtrack. The X-mas frump ruined the potential the visual component could have had. It also reminded me that I almost made it to Jim & Kimmy’s Holiday Lights cruiser ride, however the effort [...]

You got your SLC Punk in mah BMX…

The Phoenix Endurance Experience. The perfect ride for mid December base, but you have to be into the ride for the ride. It wasn’t some huck fest of ultimate cockness. No sweet skidding. But, there were some natural barriers so by definition, it was proper monster cross. Specifically, it was an 80ish mile tour around [...]