Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Chainsaw's new whip!
Monday, September 27, 2010
Octopi says "drink!"
Octember 9, 10 and 11, Vernal, UT, McCoy Flats...be there!
Bring your wheels, leave your woes. Bring your booze and your boobs, leave the news on the tube. Drink cold brews with your buds, don't be moos chewing cuds. Tell tall tales under stars, shoot your moon up at Mars!
Monday, September 20, 2010
Mmm... Harvest!
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
"What does it mean!!??"
| "Rectum? I DESTROYED 'em! Ha ha ha!" |
| Big Agnes catalog shot |
| Heading into Box Canyon, UT |
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
Huge in Germany!
I ate pork, pork and some sausage, made of pork. Also drank many large beers (not, to my knowledge made of pork). Germany may be the meatiest country I've ever been to, definitely the beeriest and yes, we will be moving there shortly. Or at least returning for Eurobike next year...
Pitiful
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
Yankee Boy Basin!
We hit town with prepared to bang out either Wetterhorn or Umcompagre, with printed guides for both from our trusty 14ers.com website, just to add another 14er to the scoreboard. After setting up camp in the Amphitheater campground, which sits a few hundred vertical above Ouray, but is still surrounded by thousands of feet of rock wall, we rolled into town to grab a six pack of Budweiser Tall Boys and to stick our head into the local outdoor shop. In a educational discussion with the proprietor, we learned our plan involved far more driving than hiking.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
(Michael Jackson) Billie Jean - Sungha Jung
Holey Cow! 'Course by age 12 I had done plenty of cool shit too, like, um well...yeah ok. Humans are amazing ain't we!
Monday, August 23, 2010
Korova Milk Bar
| What have you done to my memory core Dave? Dave? |
I'll take the one with double soma, guv! From one Epsilon Minus (mixing my esoteric sci-fi references here) to another, thanks for the birthday bar-crawl all! Luckily my liver is so perforated most of the alcohol simple dribbles thru, pools in my feet and then passes harmlessly from my body in the form of damp footprints of the sort the Creature from the Black Lagoon (or Patrick Duffy) might leave behind.
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