august 2007

Best Trick-August 2nd, 2007

Buc's birthday was two mondays ago so we had a little get together and then went to ride street in Ann Arbor.

Buc's yard before we disembarked.

Dane and Amber are very proud.

Dane reppin Deliverance.

I wouldn't want to be the rail.

After riding some of the normal stuff for a while we ran into Thomas, Sassy and Davey Coop. Davey was kind enough to show us another little bowl type thing with a good sub bench. We rode that place for a good two hours and then took off.

Much appreciation to everyone who came out!

Now onto to TRP/Season/Albe's/Veteran Best Trick Two hour Jam Bonanza!

Here's the wrap up of what went down at TRP this past weekend. Buc was up north so unfortunately I was responsible for taking the photos. It didn't take long for me to realize that I did not know what I was doing. Kris K pushed a few buttons and then I recruited Dee to make up for all the stuff I missed while I was attempting to be in focus.

First there was a high jump on the new stuff.

It came down to Carmickle and Bayliss.

Bayliss with the winner.

The best trick part of the contest was real laid back jam format. Dane on the mic and every time someone pulled something worthy, he handed out the goods. It was an effective strategy. Remember, I'm taking the pictures so lower you're standards.

Kyle Inmyway with the enormo wall ride to x-up. Take my word on the x-up, my trigger finger needs work.

Alot of my pics involved headless bikers doing fine tricks. This one is actually kind of unintentionally interesting. Big and little Bayliss respectively.

Dozak loves the fakie.

Jeff Tabb sees all and his car is safely back from Charlotte.

Carmickle pulled the hang five across the entire quater.

Dane is the emcee posterboy.

I had to bring Dee in for reinforcements. She got a lot of stuff I missed. Without Dee you wouldn't get to see all this action.

Things were mostly mellow until Rhesse went after the backlip off that little kicker with minimal speed. He wrecked back a few times and things were intense. But of course, he came out smiling.

Steer clear of these people, they're crazy.

Pedro exploded and owned the session. I think he was trying huge 180 barspins down the new stuff when his from wheel pushed the eject button. Seriously, he flew one direction and the wheel when the other.

His efforts were rewarded with a shiny brand new perfumed purple Season hub. It was worth it.

Kris K may have more stuff from Saturday on his site, 3ntropy, but if not there is plenty of other good stuff to see.

There's all kinds of stuff to see on Deliverance. Scott appears to have the right idea to move out to the less inhabited end of Michigan. We're missing out, it seems like there's all kinds of bike oriented stuff going on out there.

Ride TRP tonight!!!!!!

It's Been Too Long-August 19th, 2007

Before the summer is out, we're gonna get back down to business here and take updating the site a little more seriously. Maybe even a redesign in the near future. Here's what we're been involved in over the last two weeks, while the site looked disappointingly the same for way too long.

We went spot hunting in Farmington Hills

Where we found this bank.

Redford Steve can bunny hop too high and progresses too quickly, if there is such a thing.

Suchan jumped off a roof in an effort to recapture the glory of his youth.

We made the trip out to buc's old digs and paid a visit to wolverine. Dane killed it.

Wolverine is where I actually started riding. Happy to say after a couple of years, I can now bunny hop over a curb. It was a monumental occasion. Applaud now and when you see me congratulate me. And quit laughing over how happy I am that I can jump a teensy weensy curb.

Random TRP happiness.

Rob Wagel with a rare appearance in a helmet.

Bobby recently avoided jail time for driving what some would call recklessly. But now he's go t a shit load of community service to catch up on. Hopefully he's done by now and can go back to shredding.

Brian somehow looking like he is giving the finger and sucking his thumb.

Spark creating some kind of barrel roll madness.

Jeff Tabb is a good combo of badassedness and hilarity.

Over the weekend we finally made it out to Rhesse's house after a year of talking about it. Now it turns out that he's moving out to the Virgin Islands for work in September. He's getting out of Michigan just in time.

Here's the set up. An oasis in the middle of lots and lots of corn.

After being challenged by the elder statesmen in the group, buc eventually nearly cleanly 360'd a double. The pic is of his first dirt run in a year, and it's out of focus because I took it.

Suchan one upped him and stole all the thunder.

Jody is a dirt warrior.

Jaime was going so high over everything and made it hard to take pictures that included earth.

Craig with the turn down transfer. There is a nice ramp section at Rhesse's house as well.

As one would predict, Rhesse kills his trails. It's a bummer that he's moving so far away, but at the same time he would be crazy not to do it. I apologize for all the times I've spelled his name wrong and it sound like he was some kind of chocolate bar. He's still pretty sweet though.

Rhesse's parents are chill people. They really love to watch Rhesse ride and were nice enough to bbg for us all and make sure we were well taken care of.

Brandon Dosh is another rider who never disappoints. Super nice guy and unbelievably talented. It's funny to think back a couple years. He was so good then and has just gotten better. Double whips till the cows come home.

It's alleged that Dane ventured over to the dirt for a few runs.

Flipper, master of all things brakes.

Despite it being like 100 degrees and wearing long sleeves and pants, Kris K still impressed.

Field of Dreams ????

This seems like a good way to wrap things up. Thanks to Craig for providing the foreground.

Right now it's a rainy, gray sunday. Perfect day for napping, updating the site, and/or cleaning out closets. Or at least start to clean one out. As I type this I an sitting at a very neat desk entirely surrounded by crap that was once stuffed into my closet.