BIke night tomorrow!!

Until then watch this.

Hmmm. Not too much to say here, huh?

Nut Up and Fuck It!

What do you do when this fella is coming at you?





I can't remember, but I'm glad I took a picture, because that's funny. What's also funny is Wert chest planting a wet bar room floor while he dances to the Beastie Boys. Unfortunately, I only got this table top to show you. "Nut up and Fuck it" was the motto of the night. No one is quite sure what it means, but Wert sure likes it.

The winter monotony is coming on strong. Wednesdays mean B Cubed and Quarter Beers. It's a snow-driven regiment I tell you! And since all we have to look forward to on the ten day forecast is ice and snow, I wouldn't expect a big change anytime soon. Riding? Why not. Check the Wolf.

Hibernation Frustration

It's hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel when your ten day forecast doesn't show a high temperature above freezing. We are over the hump of February, and things show no sign of warming up. At least under these extra terrestrial looking lumps lie the tools of amazing fun that await us all in just a few months.












But in the mean time...












...make an igloo and drink inside it with your friends.

I was talking to Eric Henny ness from New England today, actually like right now, and he sent me a link to this video he made while fucking off nicely down in Tennessee with our old buddy Will.

memphis stuff from erichennessey on Vimeo.

Check out more of his fun times at TrailsRule.com.

So I get this phone call...

And it's Wert saying that a newscaster is at the Cross Roads on 18th Street, and that we should hit him with snowballs when he goes on the air. 'Clever plan,' thinks me, so we assume some extremely suspicious hiding spots and lurk around, as though we could be standing in the middle of a freezing road in a foot of filthy slush with anything but mischief on the brain.

Believe it or not, these fellas caught on and went to regroup in their van. Of course a police van just happens to show up. Wert managed to send a snowball into the van on a run-by sneak attack, but our glory had been quelled, or had it?



Oh that's right,












we were on our way to Quarter Beer Karaoke. Oh sweet vindication! And of course, when you mix alcohol and Wert together you are bound to come up with some sort of tussle. Tomorrow's Friday? Jesus, what's next?

Snowed in Bender Part Two: Has Anyone Seen My Truck?

So Ryan's car was stranded at Nick's house on
Leticoe Street, which can be a treacherous road without a few feet of snow on it. However, our unrelenting determination (chuckle) set the rescue in motion. A fallen tree and a healthy dose snow and ice made the excavation quite an ordeal. We thought that our troubles were over when a formidable looking bulldozer came chugging down the hill. Unfortunately, the industrial beast was beaten by the snow and steep of Leticoe, and thus we let it go. "Leticoe", "Let it go," No? I'm reaching.











Seriously though, that thing was going over if that telephone pole hadn't stopped its sliding descent. I was amazed at how worthless those burly tires were. Yins need some chains on er. Needless to say, Ryan's car is still stuck there. So much for the Subaru. Should've gotten a Jeep.

Snowed In.

If you're in the Northeast corner of the country, this is no news to you,


but for you lucky ducks sitting fat and happy in a long sleeve shirt talking about how cold it is, well, you know where to stick it.

Mark is one of those people. Unfortunately, his car isn't so lucky. I was stranded in the South Side for the weekend, but due to a frozen battery I only got one shot off before she kicked.
If only I could have captured the fifty person snow ball fight (involving several angry motorists, one of which spun his car around and tried to run us down, seriously), the fifteen foot tall snow man by the Shop, the 4 wheelers towing snow boarders and skiers, the giddy look on everyone's face as they remembered what it was like to be excited by the surprise of nature, the people ice skating down 18th street. Hmmf, alright that's enough. Photos do it so much better. Well, rumor has it that we are supposed to get another blast tomorrow. Maybe I'll be more prepared for it this time. The Minnetonkas aren't the ideal snow boot.

Wert Video

I'm a' Ride It Like I Stole It.

So we did this about a year ago (sigh). Finally getting it up here. You see how shit works around here? We're like the government. Better get Obama up in here to motivate our asses. As a side note, I would like to add that "Obama" is not OK with Mr. Spell Check on here. That'll change soon I suppose. No?