Urban Riding

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I'd heard of this mountain biking area in Seattle that was located under a highway overpass. When Olson and I were driving around up there last weekend, we were half-heartedly looking for it, but never saw it. Saturday, Jen, Tanya and I were lost, trying to get back on the highway, when boom, we find Collonade. Pretty f-ing rad, I gotta tell you.
Then yesterday, we're meeting with Jay Graves from The Bike Gallery, and he tells us about a similar project that is in its infacny here in Portland, an area called Gateway Green. Then boom, hugh article about it this morning on Bike Portland. Now I'm even more stoked!
Speaking of stoke, sounds like a trip to Bend tomorrow to search for some dirt to ride, and to pick up a tricycle.
Yeah, that one from last week, I bought it for $50. A fool and his money I guess. Anyone got any really narrow pista bars?

Sometimes

It takes a big man, to see how small he really his.
If you haven't seen 3:10 to Yuma, do it. It is a damn fine film.

Oh Man

Ever since the Swobo Gateway Drug T came out, I've been in the market for a vintage tricycle to make my own. What for? How about what not for?
Then I see this one, and I think all I need are some pista bars and we are in business. I passed on one locally here about a month ago. We went back to get it, and it was gone. I was a sad cowboy that day.

I know, I'm sick.

Lots Happening In Eugene

Lane is moving some stuff, literally. You should check in from time to time.

Your Money, Give It To Him

Your Toes

Get ready to tap them:

Change

That has been a bit of buzz word for the last year or so hasn't it. Just read a good quote, from a new source:

"Without change, there is fossilization,and that’s the worst thing that can happen."

Agreed. I feel it is important to change things up a bit every few years, just to keep from the creative side from atrophying. You can read more good quotes like that and other stuff about building brands over here.

The 608, Kids

Have To Share This One

From The UP

I like to get note from old friends that take me back in time...this one just rolled in from Pickens:

"Driving the hand north, back up from the D last night, Devon and I are cruising along US 2 west of the Mighty Mac. Then, calamity. Dash lights aglow, gauges lifeless, and sputtering and gurgling from under the hood. Dodge a deer that was looking for trouble, and limp the Escort (ZX2 Hot!) into Naubinway, a commericial fishing port before the engine ceases. Being as it was Super Bowl Sunday night, I have my doubts about everything. Shortly, they were confirmed. The hotel: closed. The restaurant: closed. The town: seemingly closed. Darkness befalls us, and we pack what we can on our backs, and wander south through town. Down the hill, toward the lake, we stumble across Shirley's Cove, in neon lights. Snowmobiles whine in the cold distance, and we enter to suspicous eyes of the patrons gathered round the TV for a feast of wild game and brew. To our relief, we find nothing but hospitality. The owner and patrons quickly befriend us, fill our both our bellies and mugs, and show us a great time, in the commercial fishing port of Naubinway, MI."

I rolled through the same small town on a bicycle years ago with JB. Stopped at a little diner called the Country Girl. A hand painted sign out by the edge of US 2 read "bikers welcome".
We entered, weary from several days on the road. It was immedately obvious from the "biker" who was running the joint, that they meant Harley...but within minutes, we were being fed a warm meal, and a map was drawn for us wear to camp for free...love that little town.