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a bike, some snow, and bunch of cheapass beer. what more is there?

Ted Shred rides the old-fashioned, Fred Flintstone way; as he puts it, “I trust my feet more than anything else.” Um, yeah. At least he’s sponsored by Vans. He’s not lying when he says the way he rides is like “doing trapeze with no safety net.” Enjoy…

My buddy Page, in DC, sent me this little gem a month ago: I have a bike race every morning I ride to work. I write down my times and distances and compute the speeds using an equation I learned in 7th grade. Life is such a thrill that way. Coming in to work today [...]

last night i raced around town with 50 other riders, and along the way trampled through a dark pet cemetery, pulled a dead (plastic) baby from a lake, ogled at a haunted house, ran through a spooky cave, and ended up at the top of mt. davidson, in a cold, eerie fog. the result: I [...]

A bunch of great pieces about bikes, biking, bike culture, and bike safety have landed in my lap in the last two days. 1) Wired Mag is showing off 10 amazingly modified art bikes, including the rocket bike, seen here (not quite) launching over Islais Creek, down the hill here in SF. 2) The NY [...]

Just recovered from 48 hours of bike-infused goodness, courtesy of the Bicycle Film Festival and a couple of alleycat races. First, there were lyrical movies like Macaframa, in which Phil and Colin roll up/down/around town struttin’ their smooth tricks: There were two AMAZING shorts — Street Fighter and Skiboys — by Benny Zenga; I’m gonna [...]