2/23/09

old skool II

My Steed:

'90 NORBA, NJ: Ned

Johnny T.

The start: Ned, Tinker...

'89 Spring Excape, Craig Cty, VA:
random hippie mtn biker.

more

Carl, Camelback, '90.

NJ NORBA trials:


apologies if some of these are repeats,
feel like I posted a couple of 'em before....
too lazy to look at archives.

2/21/09

fknyeah.

I <3 the Onion.

hat tip to Jill for the linky:

2/19/09

old skool

flippin thru the memory book,
took some pics of pics...
(clicky make big.)

WV Carl, Camelback trials '90

Blakey, Canaan Stage Race @ T'line, '90

Ned, Mt Snow '92

Insane bunnyhop, blew my mind...Camelback '90

Local Legends, Withers, Heisler, Sourbeer.
Mullen's/King's Gap fall '89, '90?

G. Mullen

Jenkini!
Mt Snow, '92

Yours truely,
Rocky Ridge, winter 88/89

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2/16/09

Punk'd, fo realz





SSPunk was fun, one of best
that I've been privvy to be a part
of. solid, solid loop, solid crew.
fixie mafia keepin' it realz, Pat, Dom,
dude whom I've only met twice...

the underground shenanigans weren't
enough to derail a respectable ride by
the Schalkanator though. I tired to
jump on his wheel once, and laughed
at myself.

Highlight 1: nabbing my first authentic
punk, thanks to stage 1 singletrack
holeshot, Elk nipped me for the stage
win at the line though, curses.


Highlight 2: Not balling it up like Pat
in those rocks, 'twas puckering thru
that section, Ninja skillzzz tested.


Highlight 3: Keg w/ warm campfire action.
Noticed Schalk was a bit light on the partaking
of the nectar....time to work the crowd.


Spread the word for a points donation,
lobby for Chad, he's been rockin' so far.
Time passes, break in the action, Poz
hands me some points and punks...

"cool, I'll give 'em to Chad."

"No these are Chad's, mine......we gotta roll."

oohhhh.



spend final stages turning inside out to keep
it realz, and retain that fine Stoudt.
scrape some scraps 6th, 7th, 6th...
Fix was tough on the trialsy section,
then try to hold Elk's wheel, ouch.

Slum back to the cars, recovery drinks,
doping control, change of kit.....
miss the points tallying...oops
missed awards, ooops....
that was speedy...damn pros musta
had to meet their Leer Jet or sumthin'.....

so I empty the pockets on the hood of a fine
American pick up. Beer addled brains do
the math. 141.


Go find Joe,
Where's Joe?

How many did Jeff have?

"141."

141?
really?
no. really?
shit.


nice job Jeff.

Punk'd

Really in the mood to rant about ToC,
or, excuuse, AToc.

best, Best, BEST!

BESTIST EVAH!!!

best riders, best bikes, best race
on American Soil EVAH!!!!

And half of those fuckers in
the headlines are unrepentant
fucking cheaters.

fuck them.

pro racing was fun again,
new names, new drama,
new scandal, now it's the
old guard. feels like the
clock is turned back five
years, but the veil of belief
isn't there to make it worth
watching.

but at least now, with power!!!

talk about tedious fucking
wanker boy bullshit.

ohhh, ahhhh, his SRM peaked
a three minute a miximal mean
threshold computed semi calibrated
quanitfication of 397watts.

jizz in my pants.


yeah, give. it. up.

just pedal you damn bike.
learn to suffer, learn to
enjoy suffering, and realize
the gifts it gives you, beyond
maybe making the first page
of the results sheet.

pedal your damn
bike and be free.

ok, that's out.
Punk report to follow....

2/14/09

skier's eyes.

Jakey back in town.

going riding, for a 
change of pace.  Rough 
in the idea for the front
half of the spring fitty.
If that's really the direction
it's heading...

freeride linkage, down thru
the open forest.  see the open
schussing turns.  see it covered
in 2' of whiteness.  Perceptions 
of speed...trees approach slower 
on two wheels, interesting
thoughts of control enter the
mind.

See pillowy round rocks 
growing from the forest floor.
Imagine that layer of fluff,
think of the speed of two planks,
see the line for the runout,
and tell yourself...if only,
I could be weightless right now.

Still a lot of turns to make,
anybody have beta on the Mad 
River Tele fest in a few weeks?
It's been on the tick list, 
time feels right.