the hits keep on coming

someone buy these guys a drink

take a look at these jokers. above is preston, stashed away in the back of our tahoe, and below is rich. both are from a little company called chris king. maybe you've heard about it? word on the street is these guys love to party.  i heard this rumor and went straight to the source to see if it was true. turns out it is.

i got my driver's permit today. i turn 30 next month. last horse crosses the finish line. i was pretty nervous that i would fail and i wouldn't hear the end of it from the guys at work.... and by guys i mean, married kyle and single kyle (formerly kyle and other kyle). hey guys....suck it out my bo ass.

pay no attention to the commercial

Drunk History vol.2

Carver

this was a nice little trip. we had a vegan waffle breakfast, puffed some herbal wisdom, i learned how to better utilize my grinder, and then we were away to carver. i found the act of walking on the rocks challenging enough, let alone climb on them. i don't think i can even fit my foot in my climbing shoe yet. curses. thus, i am left to take shitty pictures with my crap ass camera. 

lindo's new optimus primes hard at work.
grannville. known to many as granny. known to no one as frank.



god..... i fucking hate this piece of shit camera. hate it.


green flag touch.
lindsay LOVES to chill. maybe not as much as tara, but she fuckin chills out. hard.
...and then sometimes she doesn't.


i bet he's the size of yao ming in the slug world.

the sweetness

a guy brought this into the shop and i had to take some pictures. this is probably the coolest folding bike i have ever seen... in my life.