pre·tense/ prê•tens/ 1. An attempt to make something that is not the case appear true. 2. An attempt to make mountain biking appeal to RISD, OTIS, and SCAD students as well as board-certified triathaletes. okay. i’m bitter. also skeptic, but virtuously. skepticism is what has constructed the stoic pillar of design critique upon which i Read the full article…
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Hey, Are You Guys Open?
Greasewipe #1: A Man With a Can
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 Read the full article…
And Now Introducing….
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 Read the full article…
Real Bicycle Racing.
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.
think about winning.
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 Read the full article…
Just in from Eurobike.
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.
La Fin du Monde
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 Read the full article…
more later. now this.
just checking in, y’alls. sHawk’s still alive… this is important:
Can a Brother Get a Table Dance?
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 Read the full article…
i’m still hyped.
Pack wads like a cannon.
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 Read the full article…
One (not this) Day.
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 Read the full article…