An appropriate image for all ya'll Montanans.

I thought this would be an appropriate image for all ya'll Montanans.

People who treated me like a friend because I was a cyclist

An excerpt from singletrackm1nd's blog:

Several years ago John asked me if I wanted to drive to Boise ID for an alleycat called 'Liverdance'. He knew a Boise cyclist dubbed 'Charlie The Ninja', who would let us crash at his place for the weekend. I'm generally socially awkward enough, that I'd normally be apprehensive about hanging with some random people, in an unfamiliar town. But, these were cyclists, so I didn't give it a moment's thought. After a harrowing drive in an '84 Toyota, John and I made it to Boise, and beheld a shadowy figure, beside the road. 

I hopped out of the car, and threw my left hand up just fast enough to catch a Bud Diesel tallboy. Another tallboy was delivered to John, along with a command to 'slam those beers, and get your bikes out of the car, we've got 30 minutes before "last call"'. We did as told, and soon the three of us were racing fixies in the middle of the night, through a town I'd never been in before, to some bar. I don't remember if I even shook the guy's hand, but I do remember feeling I'd been accepted immediately into the pack. Upon reaching the bar, there was shaking of hands, drinking of whiskey, and talking of shit from people I'd never met, who treated me like an old friend, just because I was a fellow cyclist.

Benefits of a Bicycle

This was too funny not to post. Enjoy.

Strategies for Getting Around Without Bike Lights (or Pants) from BICYCLE TRANSPORTATION ALLIANCE on Vimeo.
This post is for Greg and Casey (and John if he still checks his old blog :) And for anyone else who loves old school stuff.
1990 Specialized Epic 
I'm hoping to get to this place this summer. Maybe take a tour to this sweet historical collection.  
Museum of Mountain Bike Art & Technology:

Paul Thomasberg at Mt. Snow in 1989

Thomasberg is still bad ass!

Velominati: Keepers of the Cog

Do you read Velominati? Maybe you're only into fixies and I guess that's okay. But if you ever find yourself falling in love with that burning sensation in your lungs as you maintain your cadence until the top of that hill and masochistically find yourself panting for more... well, there might be more to cycling than you're aware. Read Velominati >>

"The hair, the shoes, the slicks. That's enough for me." - Frank @Velominati

Urban Anger!

So I've moved away from the lovely bike-scene of Bozeman to Chattanooga, TN. It's a bigger city for sure, and there is a ton more traffic and more people than I've been used to over the past three years. One thing I've realized since I moved is that... I hate people! At least large groups of them. So that explains the aggressive street riding I've been posting. It speaks to me.

-Jon Dub

ps: Peg grabs are back biatch! (1:06)

Subrosa - Kyle Hart from Subrosa Brand on Vimeo.

Hipster Bingo

How To Play: Print this out (or save it to your iPhone) and take it to the next indie-rock concert or alleycat bike race you attend. When you get a bingo, be sure to scream "BINGO!" at the top of your lungs, then break a bunch of beer bottles on the floor, get thrown out, and then stand around outside smoking Camel cigarettes.

The Science Of Hipsters

The Science Of Hipsters T-Shirt

Do you often have difficulty categorizing or describing yourself and your hipper-than-thou friends? Do you sometimes find yourself wishing you had a handy cheat-sheet on hand whenever you're down at (insert local indie bar here) catching the latest Pitchfork-approved flavor of the day before they sell out and sign to a major? Never fear: brush out your ironic mullet, put on your vintage horn-rims, pull on your favorite pair of skinny jeans, and throw on this Periodic Table of Hipsters t-shirt to ensure that you always have the reference you need at your disposal.

Overcome by Waves of Redundancy and Repetition and Redundancy

The following is plagiarized from Bike Snob NYC.

A grin from the face of solitude captivates Every Day to be the best of very bests.
The town and the city enrapture its very being of existence.
A new route or a constant stream of consciousness are the dreams that lift it over a rise or river as the world changes all around.
Every Day complements this potential and greatness to come from the very legs that give it life.
Ride on. Sun. Rain. Smile. Every Day.



Yes, the ride of the "Every Day" is so transcendent that it will cause the forces of prose and grammar to collapse on themselves like a scene from "Inception," and you will be overcome by waves of redundancy and repetition and redundancy, all while pedaling eternally and endlessly in circular circles towards some blissful horizon on the horizon where there is a store inside of which they sell really expensive coffee, exotic cheeses, and olives priced individually.

And then, when you return to your bicycle with your hemp shopping bag full of coffee, and chesses, and olives, you will find that the bicycle is gone, for it has been stolen, never to be seen again.

Speaking of the Gnar

Ah... yes, the pow was quite epic today Bra! Well so is this video and there aren't any pow turns.

Into the Void - Johnny Devlin from Shadow Conspiracy on Vimeo.

Episode II

Upstate NY: A Christmas Tale II Episode II from andrew loaiza on Vimeo.

In this episode the boys get real and show you that it's not always about crunchy dance moves and hot boardwhips--sometimes you gotta fight. Join them as they rip Whiteface a new one with their things. Same mountain, different story. Stay fast. ENJOY!