Well, this is the first official Greasewipe.  It’s Saturday morning, it might be cold out, heads may hurt, legs may hurt more, but nothing hurts worse than trying to climb a beer-pyramid-steep hill in your big ring when the sum of your wattage is coming from a smoldering lump of beer calories and your wife’s [...]

Hello, doods.  I’m announcing the beginning of a new area, or era, or __arrhea on the site here.  It is my promise to you– with my centuries of experience in shops, dealing with confused customers, drug-addled coworkers, cheating whores for a boss, and fishing with grandpa– that I can answer your questions.  I’m starting and advice and [...]

eating a hipster for breakfast makes a ferociously favorable social statement. unfortunately the over-electrolytic makeup of their salty vibes can skew depth perception.  euro track championship photos here. discuss.

it’s a twisty world. shit’s always in the way – stairs, benches, walls, curbs, hair. jump over it all and spin around and make your hangerbars swing really fast around. these guys’ brass is so damned heavy it boils ocean water as it sinks. because of how fast it sinks. the friction makes the water [...]

so that you know: snake hawk is not dead, and we are represented well in the land of euros. thank you for the contribution, top secret insider.

Like many a passed brethren, this memory, too, has etched itself into the feeble bikalog of my matter. One couldn’t always get the beer of one’s choice in a part like this one.  That being, big whoop – i like my Life High, golden and chilly, in groups of 12.  Once in a while a [...]

just checking in, y’alls.  sHawk’s still alive… this is  important:

Dear Gang, ask gnome how his sunday went. make him tell. he is in a head bracket of kings that rule national. phx as phk. get it, guy. props are due. (sorry, there was nowhere to leave this as a comment so i used my posting powers to my advantage.) Dear Gnome, i peeped your [...]

dudes (ambigously, word is bond), this shit made me LMFAO, okay?  i fully blew handroasted local swiss chard all over my maccle Ophone when i saw how much the man is trying to make off my steeze.  CAP-IT-OH-LIES, mothersuckazzzz!!!! go here for more.  street level vengeance.  always check back because that shit is off the [...]

it makes me play in my head more when i capture images of joyful bike flicking in my skrape. the vibe, the skilled making, and the riding are nacho alta. (update) : while you’re at it, watch this next fit.  what are these damned trails?  if any  hyperfuckt educational science project physics dickwadz know anything [...]

this thing could save me mass time come next art project.  it is awesome? this is crucial:  go get anywhere from two to fourteen canned beers.  turn them upside down.  cut a big holes in the bottom of each one, preferably with a jack-knife, maddock, or a switch-blade.  hit play.  do the beers. some shit [...]