brownsville to bend and back

brownsville to bend and back

brandon and i rode from brownsville to bend on (mostly) backroads. then, the next day we rode back on (mostly) backroads that were different from day one. not a lot to say....so just check some pics. unfortunately, i was too tired and frustrated to take any pics of the trail we took on the recommendation of some trailer park boys we met at the gas station in blue river, oregon. note to selves....don't listen to trailer park boys at gas stations in blue river, oregon unless they're discussing the culinary perplexities of squirrel meat.

me and bp takin' a break

somewhere in the cascades

further east

can't find this view in your economy car

bp, sittin' on his viewfinder
future camping spot somewhere in the desert

fin.

rocket 1996-2008

rocket 1996-2008
farewell to my buddy of 8 years. the coolest and most handsome cat i ever knew. i was lucky to have him. you'll be missed rocker.

306 degrees, in the shade!

306 degrees in the shade!

in portland, that's a lot, even if if that is a kelvin conversion to make it sound way more Xtreme! anyway, it was hot and so the "freedom isn't free" came out from under her tarp, got some fresh gasoline and hit the mighty columbia.

note that janus has the best camera and is the best photographer in the group....thus, we're still waiting for the "good shots."

dc went for a swim. he's from hawaii and couldn't get out of the water fast enough!
dc accepting dares to jump into the mouth of the sarlacc (trying to impress his lady)
'nough tough talk
beach crew, at least two of them appear to possess the elusive "middle finger" (especially rare in photographs of people drinking beer).
and lastly, for your viewing pleasure....moving picture footage of me trying to butter the wake in rough water (that's my story and i'm stickin' to it), but just ending up with a non-medical enema!

amurca's birfday

amurca's birfday

myself, dc and j-dog figured there was no better way to celebrate amurca's indeependence and freedomification from the limies then to proudly and patriotically ride our reediculusly expensive bi-cycles in that thar forest. so we dun did it, see:

i was told that this particular spread was seen in mountainbikerz fagazine, with the tagline,
"I can't believe you jumped corwin's crotch!"
i suspect there was some fabricatin' going on.

next, it was back to the big city for the time-honored tradition of "blowing shit up." we decided to get all evel kneivel with the action, cuz what's more amurcan than evel?
a little late to be death-defying, but extra credit for barefootedness

jeebus lubs him some amurca!