Full blown bike touring season out here, friends. Now. And it’s a lot of people who don’t know. They don’t even know they don’t know. Continue reading You ever have a man die in your arms? You ever kill anybody?
I’m in it for the long haul. How about you? On account of I got a short time to live and a long time to Continue reading Pass me by if you’re only passing thru
Tell you about a friend of mine that you don’t know. Lives way up a road that’s lost in time. Don’t know his name or Continue reading I’ll find my way like I’ve never been lost
What am I on? I’m on my instagram, bustin’ my ass, 6 hours a day. What are YOU on? Oh, shit. I enjoy the Continue reading it’s not about the portrayal
went “home” this past weekend. “home” is indiana, where pops lives. it was wedding time, and snakehawk’s daddy‘s, as it were. it’s never too late Continue reading in the wake of (r)adness.
One time i witnessed big kitchen racing, foaming at the mouth like a shitty science project. bleeding from the eyes. the hair on the back Continue reading Racing is as Racing Does.
the gaze of an eagle fixed upon the one hill in indiana — it must be right behind the camera. the hair: a taught burl Continue reading WHAT.
Haven’t heard much out of him lately. Might be time to send Big Pun across the pond to investigate. “biking to work, i happened upon Continue reading Our Bike Punk?
So i made some more crap. One of the craps is even bike-related. Whoa, dewds. Maybe you wanna check it out. HAWK DO ART This Continue reading Hawk do Art
Man, in my ever-continuing search for my birth dad, I keep running across dudes that, because of their ridiculous cool factor, make me think, “Hmmmm. Continue reading Papa?