Friday, January 29, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Whoa Feller...
Here's Glenn getting darn near knocked on his tuckus in a little keg slam battle at Tim's this past weekend. As you can see by the look on Glenn's face, no drinking had gone on yet. Think of how heavy those kegs must have been!
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Enough said...
I made this over a year ago and just found it as I was trying to make some space on the computer. I wish I was living in that garage right, boy. Just got back from Tim's jam. I have a plethora of funny photos and some video footage that I'll slap up here shortly. Here's one to hold you over. What the hell is going on there? Nothing lines up. Oh well. Hey, at least it's warm enough to be raining instead of snowing.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
So I hit him once right between the eyes.
Chad Degroot opened a new shop in the Orlando area.
It's called Mr. Bikes -n- Boards. The place is sweet. They've got big hippie art and little toothless kids you can play with. You better check it out if you're in the area.
It's called Mr. Bikes -n- Boards. The place is sweet. They've got big hippie art and little toothless kids you can play with. You better check it out if you're in the area.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Darn Tootin'
This ain't Pennsylvania!
I just got back from a way too quick stint in some warmth. I have a bunch of photos I'll post throughout the week, but I've got a beer to finish and some sleep to be had. Cheers!
I just got back from a way too quick stint in some warmth. I have a bunch of photos I'll post throughout the week, but I've got a beer to finish and some sleep to be had. Cheers!
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Howlin' at the Moon
Despite catching a earful from Shane for skipping bike night at the cube, we went back out to Ray's to ride the closest thing to some doubles. Here's Mark losing the grip on his bicycle in the nicest of ways.
Speaking of Mark, a Wolf Brand blogspot is up and running. Rightio chappy! I do believe the mercury got up into the 40's today. Is anyone else startled by how warm it feels when it's only 40 degrees outside? Cripes. Check the Wolf.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Way to Go Brian
In case you were asking yourself, "What happened to the poll and T-shirt links on the side of the site?" I'm going to hit you with some truth. There aren't any more shirts, so if you were planning on buying one, you missed out, and as for the shop ramp voting, well, I've got nothing. That ball is in Round 2's court.
More importantly, Yeagle's new band, Phoenix, was on the Letterman show. Nice work! I never knew he could sing like that. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RulP4OXxFbM
More importantly, Yeagle's new band, Phoenix, was on the Letterman show. Nice work! I never knew he could sing like that. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RulP4OXxFbM
Monday, January 11, 2010
I feel like I should write a book so that can be the cover.
The title of this post is a direct quote from Ryan after he saw this picture of himself.
Yesterday started like most days have started during the past month. We looked outside and said, "why bother," but then Fisher showed up as Mark ate his habitual "Mark's Famous," short for "Mark's Famous Hot Dog," and we had such a good laugh about our friend's absurd misfortune (I won't go into details of the origin of that shiner) that we decided to load up the Camry and head west, way west; all yonder ways to Cleveland (Go Steelers) and ride Ray's, where man and beast truly get along. Shit, why not? By the way. We fit three bikes and three people without a bike rack and with the trunk closed in the old toyOter.
Thanks to Bobby, as always, for Yuengling Gratitude, Raditude? Wait a minute, you're right! That was a Keystone Painted on the wall of the best skatepark in Cleveland. Enough.
Well, thanks for stopping by.
Yesterday started like most days have started during the past month. We looked outside and said, "why bother," but then Fisher showed up as Mark ate his habitual "Mark's Famous," short for "Mark's Famous Hot Dog," and we had such a good laugh about our friend's absurd misfortune (I won't go into details of the origin of that shiner) that we decided to load up the Camry and head west, way west; all yonder ways to Cleveland (Go Steelers) and ride Ray's, where man and beast truly get along. Shit, why not? By the way. We fit three bikes and three people without a bike rack and with the trunk closed in the old toyOter.
Thanks to Bobby, as always, for Yuengling Gratitude, Raditude? Wait a minute, you're right! That was a Keystone Painted on the wall of the best skatepark in Cleveland. Enough.
Well, thanks for stopping by.
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