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Monday, November 15, 2010

***ATTENTION ALL READERS***

It is now possible for you to comment without being a "member". Who knew that you could change it so easily? Sorry if you haven't been able to comment before.

So please, go go go, and comment on your favorite post. let us know that you are watching.

Much Love,

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New National Holiday: ODB Day

Yes, Yes, Y'all. Our main man was born on 11/15/68 and he left this earth on 11/13/04. S0, since I was drunk on Saturday and forgot to honor our man on the day he was stricken from this earth, I will instead bring your attention to his birthday.

Big Baby Jesus would have been 42 years crazy today. Get some.

Put your choice ODB lines in the comments (hint: "i'm immune from all viruses, i get the cocaine it cleans out my sinuses").

Friday, November 12, 2010

Moonshine Dance Party

It's not even explainable, but drinking moonshine will cause you to act a fool. Some time ago, a lot of us drank some and none of us felt drunk, but we all went stupid. We continuously threw a pile of freshly laundered undies into the ceiling fan while I had on Wisa's clothes, and we all wore stripes. By the end of our "New Order" dance off, Darnel had humped and ottoman and butt-dropped on an old banana causing it to EXPLODE. This will happen again on SaTURDay.

videos by Linda

Thursday, November 11, 2010

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.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Color Sessh

Color this time. Advancements in technology. This shit lives on as one of my best memories of being alive. There was never any question when we moved into the house as to whether or not we should build a ramp. We simply walked through claiming rooms then right out the back door to survey the grounds. I can't wait for time travel to go public. I'm going back here.

1. I believe this to be a backside disaster with some sort of flipper thrown in somewheres. I'm sure that I landed it.

2. Victro huckin' a lofty floater

3. Stannnn going backside ollie. Growing some wings.

awww, so sad, so mad. Sulking.

1. Zooms with the ape hangers

2. Hobby lookin' on. That damn porch looks like a deer stand. I still can't believe that peterson lived on the back porch for several months.

Shants and the boys. Who wants to start this band?

I CANT FEEL MY HANDS

1000 miles of California can cover some amazing shit. Last year a few of us hit the road to loop around the Sierra Nevada just before (we thought) all the mountain passes started to close for the winter. Definitely in the running for best trip so far:

Bristlecone Pine (trees older than jesus). Rifles+handguns. Travertine Hotsprings. BLM camping. All night bonfires. Z trying to safety pin his busted suit shut. Having to bump start my bike every morning and trying to "warm it up" over a fire. Sawtooth Mountains. Sleeping out in single digit temps. Remote backcountry creepin'. Coasting downhill for miles with a gas tank too small for where you are heading. Lone Pine. Golden Trout Wilderness. Freshly paved race track worthy roads with no cops for miles...

EPIC...

Monday, November 8, 2010

Going Faster

A few years back we got the notion to try our hand at track riding. Were we seeking adventure? Too many close calls on the back highways? Too much fuzz (a buddy got TWO tickets in one day and one of our crew got pulled doing about 140mph and was let off—"do what you want down south but slow down in San Francisco County"!!!)? Or just the need to blow through a lot of hard earned cash (either track riding is a passion for people that put everything into it or it's a leisure activity for professionals. It's a lot of wealthy middle-aged dudes on spotless Ducati's—we were the only ones that slept on the ground at the track out of 100-odd folks (nice of them to let us camp out). With tires and everything else it's easily a $500 weekend.)

When I win the lottery I'll probably still prefer to sleep on the ground but at least I'll be at the track paying my way for myself and fellow wage slaves.

Anyway, we got out a couple times. We found our brake markers, burned up tires, got to know every inch of the track (and even some of the dirt and grass next to the track), wrecked out bodies, and I wish we could do it all again tomorrow. Anybody?

MORNING WOODS

been out west a good three years now. it was hard leaving the chosen family back in NC. the smoky mountain trip we took right before i left made it even harder....