THIS DUDE IS STOKED

 Man, I feel this way every time I find some cheez doodles and a cadbury bar in the bottom of my bag too.

Endless Grid team

I stole this from Art Jackson's facebook page. Fucking classic.

FARE THEE WELL, MISS CAROUSEL

Well, the Co'Rolla breathed her last breath Tuesday morning. She wasn't sounding so good on the way to work, decided I should drive around the block a little and let her warm up. It became pretty apparent she wasn't going much farther. Turning around on this little side street, she just damn give out. Our last minutes together were good ones, she was trying, coughing and sputtering, but in the end her race was run. She wouldn't even turn over, seized up. I had to push her into this spot, and then today the truck came for her. She's a cube now, waiting for a ride to China for her next incarnation. I got her 6 years ago, and we came just shy of going one hundred thousand miles together. Thanks to everyone who rode along. It was a good ride.


Char bought her from some crackhead in San Jose off craigslist. This was his sketchy bill of sale. You read that right. $950.

Some of you might remember this view.

Chariot of fire.


Hallowed be thy name.

DJ Chuck Chillout

I got to meet Chuck Chillout the other day when I shot this story for the Times. He was cool as hell. If you ain't down, he got name checked on all kinds of old hip hop records, and broke artists like Public Enemy on his radio show. Legendary. Seems the radio station he works for Kiss FM got closed up. Let's hope Chuck lands on his feet.

If I only had the will.

This ramp is in downtown Greensboro. I have had numerous offers to schralp it, but I just can't muster the want. Maybe a few runs will get the blood flowing again. Who knows.

The Pixies 11.8.11

Pixies played Greensboro 11.8.11

I was their doolittle tour. Surfer Blood opened up.

It was awesome.