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 Continue reading think about winning.
Author Archives: Snake Hawk
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 Continue reading Just in from Eurobike.
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 Continue reading La Fin du Monde
more later. now this.
just checking in, y’alls. sHawk’s still alive… this is important: [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xh0Aa4NzsY[/youtube]
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. Continue reading Can a Brother Get a Table Dance?
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 Continue reading Pack wads like a cannon.
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 Continue reading One (not this) Day.
Your Weekend Reeks.
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 Continue reading Your Weekend Reeks.
golden daze.
i hit the swerves today for 2.5 hours, or in euro time, 10 kilodays. it was a small group, just a camera and a kona Continue reading golden daze.
“i’m doping,” and another story. by Snakehawk.
i’m not doping. i’m trying to fit in here again. i’m probably the smartest person on the whole site here, but i just haven’t chimed Continue reading “i’m doping,” and another story. by Snakehawk.
it’s not unimportant.
allow me to get heavy. as my ride home from work last night involved partial chaos, i counted both blessings and pedal strokes. i had Continue reading it’s not unimportant.