Help save something!

It seems that every year a trail spot survives, it is a gift to the riders that pour their lives into that patch of forest. Behind shopping malls or neighborhoods, young people get together and form fantastic creations of dirt. Using intuition, team work, and elbow grease, they turn what was a forgotten plot of earth into a place of fun and magnificent physical performance. “Trails” offer fun without rules passed down by a coach or teacher; fun without a manual to read.
Every year, months of preparation are spent for a brief period of summer, when the fruits of this intense labor can be enjoyed. Months in the snow, stacking up frozen clumps. Months in the mud, giving some semblance of shape to those thawed clumps. Months in the warm glow of the forest, shaping these forms into precise vehicles of flight. These people work hard outside of the woods so that they can come into the woods and pour their lives into these jumps.
What an outsider may see as juvenile activity creates a community of people that learn to work together and learn to work for themselves. Fifteen-year-olds and Thirty-year-olds stand side by side and create what becomes a healthy community.
Behind a neighborhood in Bethel Park, Pennsylvania, lies such a place known to the locals as PTT, or more recently, Lovewood. The trails are threatened. They are worse than threatened. They are slotted for the chop block. Old Papa Bull Dozer is going to come marching down the line and push over a decade of hard work. (Think of Fern Gulley PEOPLE!) These trails are the Keystone to an entire community of bike riders, and if it is destroyed, the lives of several people will be greatly punctured by the thorn of loss. A unique and exciting possibility exists. The possibility of buying this land and preserving the trails has come to light. By clicking here, you can donate money directly to help preserve the life of this amazing place and the lives of these young people, who are building something out of nothing. Please help if you can! Anything will help!
You can check out more at http://www.lovewoodbmx.com/

Rock'n without the Roll'n

The temperatures are rising, but the snow is as stubborn as a drunkard at last call.












It just won't leave. The miniramp at McKinley was nice and dry enough though, but we still said fuck it and went to the trails, where the biggest damn rock was waiting for us.
















It looks like some Jack Hammering is about to commence, depending on the disposition of Zimmer and the rain clouds that are headed our way. Powered machines are sick. Dynamite?

She's giving way.

This mud's a mess, but it's a thawed mess.














Good things are coming.

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?

Winter is so FUN!!

Well, although it feels like 1 degree here, Mark and some wolves are having fun down in Florida.

BIKE NIGHT TONIGHT. Do it.

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!

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.

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.

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!

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.

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

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.