The next way of life meets the current

This is how he gets there
This is what he does
I wanted to take photo of him fishing but in a blinding flash he was on me, sword drawn for the kill. It wasn't until I looked down until I noticed that the Nikon was no longer and my rage could never bring her back. He was that fucking quick. I wish it were that lame a story but then I would be posting on raiderdyeyourshirts. The guy was mad cool and let me take his picture and we talked about the bike. He had lived in Canada about ten years ago and loved it but had to return as the company told him they needed him back in Tokyo. He told me about how he misses smoked meat sandwiches and going out into the Canadian countryside in his car. I noticed that he had a fishing licence hung from his belt and that it was rather large it seemed to be in the way. He explained that if it wasn't displayed for all to see then ward officers come an hassle you while your fishing so it's just easier to leave it out. I apologized as I had come and startled hassling him but he just chuckled and said that it was nice to talk about Canada again. I know the stereotype for Japanese business men is pretty harsh and some live up to salaryman title through and through but this guy was really cool. I couldn't imagine being placed in a city or a job and then, just when you were comfortable, being told that you have to return without even getting a pay raise probably.

The way there

i have forgotten about my shift and that I have to work and that and that because the ride there has taken over every aspect of my 9-5 day. I wake up, play with the little tiger, check my mail (whilst holding said tiger), have a coffee while making my lunch because the tiger and I don't want to wake the lioness at 6am, hop in the shower and bathe the tiger and Bam! He became a star showing the western world how stupid phoetal alcohol syndrom can make you. Other than bam but quick quick it's out the door. I tried to take the camera one day and it didn't work out because I forgot I had it on me. anyhoo, here it is. The pic from my ride home (23kms). More to come maybe maybe.

Who cares?

It's all over the news and everybody has heard that Tom has been a naughty boy. The debate continues abuot whether or not he should be allowed to race in the future. I really don't care about what people but what I do care about is that everytime an athelete does something wrong the media makes you feel as though they are automatically worse than Hitler and George Bush combined. maybe this is harsh but fackin ell he's European, they have coke and champagne for breakfast don't they? Everytime I go a cycling site I see Boonen's name lumped in with the likes of Pantani or Francisco Mancebo. There are the "dopers suck" people and I have to agree with that but Tom didn't dope to get to the podium, he doped to get high in the club. Guilty or not who the hell cares about any athelete's personal life besides the same people who care about Britney Spears? I'll leave this one alone for now because I want to go ride.

The spider bike

I called it the spider bike because when I went to get it there were 3 trillion cob webs on the thing and spiders were coming out of the works for days. When I cut the old handle grips off I felt like Gary oldman in lost in space when all of the spiders came out of his nuts and tore the hot chicks clothes off. Although that didn't happen in the movie it did in my mind. This bike is another prime example of the forgotten discarded cock teases that lay around in Tokyo. I had been eyeing this one for weeks which became a month then a month and a half. Finally I grabbed a beer and called a friend to talk to while I walked and it was home in no time. I spent the better part of a six pack scrudding it with steel wool and taking it apart. The good Dr. had a white chain, stem and saddle that were sitting doing nothing so they were donated to the cause. Now Kayo has a fully sick bike that she can use to leave our son and I whenever she wants.









The finito product!!!

night riders

last night was 28 degrees C at 12:30 am, so we decided the best way to cool down would be to go for a little spin. the streets sure are different at night.

Gabe Morford

Found this again.



Gabe Morford is a skateboard Photographer, in my mind. A while ago there was a picture of him on track bike dropping off some fil at the DLX office and it seemed super sick. Now I know that is sick but at that I had no idea how hard it would be to ride a fixed gear well and not die. Now it's way passed that time and even I have a track bike. MASH has been to Tokyo 3 times and their T-shirts are $60 usd. So the whole thing has gone where any good business should go. No matter how big anything he has been a part of has gotten Gabe never seems tainted to me. Back in the Christie pits AH boom he was sick, chomp on this part.....sick. Following bikes or hill bombers he is still sick and hands down one of the sickest skate photographers ever. In the first KOTR thrasher tour I counted the number of pictures in each team's article. DLX had the most and they won which meant Gabe had to have completed all of the challenges with them. How fucking sick is that, skating with kooks and shooting like a photo nerd. During the MASH ride he seemed to blend in and become nobody among the crowd. He seemed like an interested rider more than one of the men behind the whole thing. Stoked.

Skids kill kids

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"coming dear!"

bald may be sick, but can it defeat......BICYCLE REPAIR MAN!?!?!? who will survive, and what will be left of them?

Bald is sick

This man is my knight in high pants. I have been trying to adjust my dreailleur since Farrraa was a sportin the inner thigh cherry, so mad long ago. This is actually simple enough for me to follow and now I have something to do on Sunday morning. new cables you need not, my stupid foreigner.

"you can't get there from here......."

I should have called this post FUCK google maps or somethign along those lines but,it's been faced, I am not clever. I was trying to find a route I could take to work and every option was for public transit or cars. Now before you go and start wondering "dude, a bike route and car route are the same....did you eat retard pills?" The route the all mighty google picked out was a toll highway that you can't cycle on. So I just sucked it up and BOO YAH made it to work in an hour and ten. The same amount of time it takes to get there by train. I was so happy to be back among the land of the living and out of the train purgatory that only has you constantly wondering how far home you would be if you had ridden your bike. I used to ride but I saw it as more of a point A to B kind of event. Last night I had to give it up to this city and just tell myself I was going to get lost on the way home. After doing that I was stoked to be out riding and I ended up findig the exact route home that I wanted. Door to door took an hour going home. I gigure yesterday was about a 60km day but I could be wrong. All I know is that I feel a fuck of a lot better than if I had taken the train.

super sick find

found while biking around to garage sales this morning, in someone's trash pile at the side of the road. forget those other cheap french frames, THIS is the find of the year, and is my new summer project. after deliberating long and hard, i think i'm going to sand it down and paint it. i LOVE the decals and the colour, and i'm going to try to save them, but there's just too much surface rust to leave it as is. the whole thing is covered in the grossest, thickest grease and grime as well, so it's gonna be a big cleanup job. here are the photos i just took after stripping it down. i can't even describe how excited i am. complete shimano 600 grouppo, modolo handlebars, columbus tubing, benotto frame:
check back in a month or so (maybe sooner, maybe later) to see what i've come up with. back to work....