Who says you can't teach an old berm new tricks?

With a little bit of gas and a little bit of neck tattoo, anything is possible. Ryan caught on fire. Luckily he is familiar with the age old "Stop, Drop and Roll." Thanks 2nd grade. Beer off tonight? Why not?

Wrangle em' up!

This video is old, but since the twins are in Puerto Rico with Bryce, they won't mind. Enjoy the video. More soon... real soon.
I just put it on the tube, so be patient if it hasn't processed yet.

Gloom Doom

Rain today. Not tomorrow though. Here are a few from the day before yesterday.
That there is Mike Cottle; number 97 in your youth, number one in your hearts.
Alright, I finally got my camera shit together, so there will be a 4 wheeling death defying video up later today. Suck it til' then siggadies.

Sunday Sunday Sunday

So the weather has been up and down as of late. We had a few nice days and Mike was lucky enough to snap a few shots at Imperial on his new Nikon D-80. But the weather went back down the shitter like Big Ben at the bowling alley. Luckily Shane at SPC has been renting out the Cube every Wednesday for bike night and we got enough snow for some sled shredding. On the brighter side, Ryan Hoey and I are going to escape the Ice and head to Castlebury for a few weeks of sun shine.

Wood Carving?

We dabble. Just the bear necessities folks. Speaking of dabbling, check out TyGuy and the karaoke he is shrrredding with.



There comes a point in the night when one stops pouring whiskey into their coke and starts pouring coke into their whiskey. We all know this point, that teetering moment when you decide that instead of leisurely coasting down the road that spirals into drunken oblivion, you'd prefer to close your eyes and start pedaling towards it. It's no longer enough to feel a pleasant breeze. Now only a rushing hurricane, blurring your eyes with tears, will suffice. I have no reason to bring this up other than to commemorate with words how we all feel on so many nights and, in turn, so many mornings. Speaking of mornings, it's Sunday morning. Steelers play at 4. Go Yins!

Fill It Up Again

Just rehashing a few old photos. Baco, now that was a good time. Almost this good.

I almost forgot. Have you guys seen this dragon shovel thing? Looks pretty useful and awesome. I stumbled upon it while I was sailing my boat to Bermuda.
As far as shit that's actually going on, we got drunk last night. It was a good one. Oh, and riding? Ummm. Best I can do for right now.
I'd like to, just for a moment, bring it down to a serious note people. Please use discretion when posting pictures on the internet. You never know what a sick bastard might do to your cute little photobucket image.

Well, it's another beautiful day in Casselberry, Florida. I know that the posts have been slacking, but that doesn't mean that we aren't still getting in trouble.
New Years was kooked, but I really think more fun was had in the days prior. Between fire escape pandemonium and 4 Wheelin' Ferocity, we had a hell of a good time in the final days of 08. I mean, Allen and Jessie fought cops, WTF mate.
We met this sweet gay couple at the bar, oh shit that's Mike and Rager.



I'm working on a triumphant video of the 4-wheeling madness, so stay tuned, and get tuned-- in. Suckit.