Big Idea # 5,012: Learn to Sail the Open Waters

This new documentary chronicles the exploits of four young punkers who bought a boat, got it "seaworthy," learned to sail, and set off into the open waters. Many readers of this blog have had some epic trips and seen some crazy shit but this ain't a pissing contest so zip up your trousers.

These kids get props for pulling off a hell of a stunt and the doc really conveys how close to the edge they were at times, as well as that feeling of getting well outside your comfort zone and just trusting that you were going to make it out alive—and hopefully with some great stories.

The monotony and toil they experienced almost all hours of the day reminded me of cycling across country. What sounds like an idyllic jaunt down blue highways was what felt like almost constant work. Wake up before dawn, cook breakfast, ride, take a break and cook lunch, ride for a few more hours, set up camp and make dinner, pass out and repeat. I wouldn't trade that experience for anything and as bad as watching tornados closing in on your little boat in open water must have been I'm sure they'd do it all over again.

Watch on here or download for free from their website here.

Hold Fast from Moxie Marlinspike on Vimeo.

Beerfest: First Pour

Ha, Ha , Ha. Beerfest is on!
Check the pic suckas: 15.5 Gallons of Drake's IPA kegged on 10/12/10.

Can't hardly wait.

Save Me a Saturday Night

Um, what the fuck? Clear the calendar, I could listen to Suss tell stories for hours, days, months, years. Ain't no joke, there's some folks that can light up a room but she's an atomic bomb.

B&W Sessh.

Black and White Session. This must of been around 1994. We had a sweet 12' wide, 4' tall mini in our back yard that got schralpped daily.  At one point someone not from our house named the ramp, "Creeping Death". With the first layer on the ramp being a really flimsy aluminum sheeting, I can understand why. This set of photo's is just a glimpse of many photo's to come of our crew that used to skate it. These are my brothers . These are my friends.

Rico Suave 

Backside Ollie VJB

Stanimal. A fixture at the house that rocks. Yes that is a bedroom on the porch, what of it?

Frontside Smith VJB

ZDB gearing for a throwdown. Speaker in the window, probably pumping out something emo.

When someone asks you what a backside floater looks like, direct them to this photo. Stanimal Chin huckin' a lofty backside ollie. I miss it.

Don't be fooled by my fancy footwork, I have been known to land way sketchier tricks. This I believe was a 5-0 to fakie failure. One of many. I was distracted by the Faulkner graffiti.

SV650 Makeover

Picked up some aftermarket bodywork on Craigslist a few months back. Been slowly piecing it all together—pulling off the stock plastics, creating mounts, adjusting everything to fit. I've been riding around with it as-is but need to finalize everything and paint it. Got everything I need from the hardware store. A few sunny afternoons and it will be complete. Here's the first part of the process.

Live vicariously through this dude

A buddy sent me this video recently. Fuck. If you ride bikes it sends chills down your spine.
If you don't ride bikes just trust me on this one: go get one. You'll never be as cool as Shinya Kimura but there's still a lot to live for.

shinya kimura @ chabott engineering from Henrik Hansen on Vimeo.

Whiskey River Don't Run Dry…

Ten years ago. Greensboro, NC. Whiskey River Party. Entry was a bottle of you know what. Attraction was a river I made with about $25 worth of junk from a gardening store on Battleground. Cheap fun, good friends, memories to last a lifetime.