Fifty minutes to the top of the ridge, 70% of it uphill. Up and downs watching the sun fall for another twenty minutes. Drop down the mountain and slide into the market for a deuce of IPA. Six minutes back up a really tough grade to the park. Sun is setting as you polish off another dead soldier. Fly down, through traffic and everything else you sought to avoid by heading into the hills. Back home.
See you up there next time.
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Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
bike punx
A flyer for the sake of flyering. I miss those multicolored copiers at Kinko's.
A little back ground for those unknowing. Between '93-'97 use to make flyers for shows that took place in our living room. From time to time we would churn out some propaganda to indoctrinate lost and impressionable youth (much like ourselves).
Get out your sticker printer paper and start making some stickers.
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