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Fleshy bags of Flesh

Posted in Thoughts on May 19th, 2009


I meet a lot of people that are associated with cycles in some way. They are all different… some good, some bad, and some in between. You never can judge a book by its cover but you can guess what kind of tale you will be reading by the condition of the binding. Some of the best most amazing people I have met have been the most unsuspecting and worn characters. They look one way and they totally spin your cabasa around and show you what the human race is made of. Interesting folk and wacky ideas that just might work for the story.

Most of these flesh bags have so much substance that it is clouded by other substances. When you dig deeper and learn more they seem to rise like bread.  Even when you both feel that you read each other and are on the same level.  Another level appears, like Tetris, they never seem to end. This is what makes people like them so friggin’ amazing and interesting. I judge a good friend, not only by there caring and loyalty, but by their ability to continue to show you knew things. Not just about the world but about the things you love best. Even if they do not love the same thing.

Luckily I have enough friends , that are like this, that I can’t count them on my fingers and toes. I continue to learn from them. In terms of life, yes. Bikes are my life and these people always teach me more about bikes. Wether they influnence me to build a berm, cut a housing a certain length or ride stunt that I never would have before,  ride my bike faster, be a better fixed rider, or simply feed my hunger to ride more and more.  They are there to make my life better on a bike. These people make my life, my cycling, better.

 Cheers to my friends! Riders or not. You all have a place in my bike world. All are welcome! Admission is free!

Posted in 1 on May 14th, 2009


It must always start with something that brings your balls into your stomach and then into your throat. Start fast and sketchy and the rest with be like buttah! A taste of small town WC is here then it’s fluid-ride the rest of the way down.


I honeslty believe that things happen for a reason. I think that we are all here for something. This is the begining of something that has already begun. This jump represents the true initiation that I have been waiting for into the trail building (even thoug I have done a ton). This jump is just the intro. It is the following 1000 or so feet and many yards of dirt that will put me and my friend into this areas underground trail building hall of fame.


It ends with a kicker. A kicker that pops you into a landing berm. Crosses an existing trail to a pump-line ending with a double over a fallen tree.


This berm came about because of this old ski jump that was on the far side of our project. We added a jump at the top of the line along with a knarly DH section at the top. It will be a strange Bump & Jump line, but very unique to what we have up here in… well you know were right?


A while back, maybe 10 months ago, this place was discovered. This place has continued to astonish us. There are so many possibilities. And so far we have had nothing but good counteractions with the surrounding inhabitants. Even the bugs seem to like us.

IT may seem as though I am being cocky. But I am only cocky because of how hard we worked on this shit. AAAANNNND it has already gotten good feed back. Fuck Ya!


H.P. stands for Happy Psyclists

Posted in Rides on May 10th, 2009

s1174775199_310838_8258.jpgFriday night I drove (yes drove) to see my friends Chris and Traci. We drank. A lot. I sucked down a Allagash Black (yummy) which did me good. I promptly washed that down with some Hop Back. In between killing aliens, during Halo 3, we sparked ’til 3am. All of this a… good receipy for waking up at 7:30am to drive 55minutes home for riding at good ol’ H.P.

Woke up and totally forgot were I was. It was a bit concerning. Then realized I was in their apartment and it was time to get up to drive home. I’ll be honest…I may have been still a bit buzzed from the nights activities. Nothing a good ol’ Sauge, Egg, and Cheese from DD couldn’t help. Plus an extra strong iced coffee. The drive was fine no issues but seemed like I couldn’t get on the bike soon enough.

So after some fog and some more coffee I headed to H.P. I thought I was gonna be late but I was first there. The hangovah was catching up to me. I shot a GU and swigged some water. Mary might have helped a bit more too.

The miskerters wer fuckin’ huge. Damn vultures.  Besides those jerks, we had an amazing ride. A bit slick to keep it interesting. But mostly the conditions were just right. I could have gone on for hours. Damn responsibilities got in the way. To much to do.

Hopefully next saturday will be as fulfilling.

That pic isn’t H.P. That is “Da Summit”

Posted in 1 on May 5th, 2009

I have had many dreams. Most of them really fucked up and disorienting. I usually wake up with a look of relief on my face. They aren’t scary (to me) but I am sure some brain monkeys would love to crawl up in this one. 

Most of my greatest thoughts come to me late at night. The moment I feel that weight approach my eyelids and the rope tied to my chin gets pulled on. I get these amazing flashes of flight, speed and flow. I am riding (in my head) to a destination unkown. What ever my mind can muster pops into my head.  Most of these trails are made up in my head.

This type of thing may not happen to many people. Starting my slumber with the amazing feeling of weightlessness and the smell of dirt flicking my nose hairs.  The fight is over and I find myself in the incredibly warm place. A place I can feel no harm and gravity only takes over when I want it to. That even a 68/11 is the easiest gear and speed has no limits. The sound barrier is only the begining. Roots are slippery and rocks are shaped just right. Potholes have kickers just before them. And my legs never get tired. This is when slumber sets in.

I am totally relaxed and my brain shuts off for a few moments. Then the lobes start firing. the light slowly glows brighter to a world that seems fimilar but in so many ways. My mind puts a smattering of locations in the picture. People I know and don’t know (or do I?). Things happen, sometimes repeats, in and very well corrigraphed way. This dream has a purpose and most likely will not reveal this purpose. I awake with no gratification of what happened and why. Of who was there and why they were part of this unfinished journey through my brain.

Then I remember it is time to ride.