easter funday

Me and Steve went to the Waste show in Richmond Saturday night. I got elbowed in the face and didn't get to stick it in her butt . Jay got pulled over in my car going the wrong way down a one way street after like 19 beers and the mother fucker got away with it by saying "can't do it" when the cop asked him to get out of the car. Steve was asleep by midnight clutching a stromboli. Anyways the plan was that steve and i would rush back to suffolk sunday morning in time to attend easter festivities at our respective grandma's houses, but halfway home we decided that it was way too nice a day to sit around and eat green beans so we chilled at the trails all day. 

I didn't take any pictures of us actually digging. There isn't much to see. Just a bunch of dudes standing in a hole. It was too dry to shape or pack anything so we just dumped a bunch of dank clay in front of every lip and landing so we have it at our disposal when it rains. Then its go time 

We convinced tommy barnes to come out by telling him everything was ridable and that he should bring his video camera because it was time to clock some footy. sike nigga. He was a good sport about it though.

Man meal

I'm not a psychiatrist but my behavioral observations of Balls fit all the criteria of pyromania. After everyone left we stayed out until like 9 while balls poked the fire with a stick. Who else can say that they smoked chronic on todd wachoviac's front porch on their birthday? 

check out ball's holmes

So we spent easter sunday at the trails not riding and it still beat the shit out of grandmas house. Thanks for coming out dudes.

  

operation roller

       

The idea of adding a roller before the first jump has been bouncing around forever. Most people have to take a crank and nothing harshes the mellow more than taking a crank at the trails. It's kind of a major undertaking because until this thing is done we can't ride anything else. What if it doesn't work? i figure it's winter time man, everything else is fucked up beyond recognition anyways. Now is as good a time as any to build the roller ya feel me? i don't really talk like that. Didn't bother pitching the idea to mat v or anything which is a major breach of the digging system of checks and balances typically considered before a major project like this is approved. I sent him pictures from my phone to which he replied "Siiiick!". So i guess that's a thumbs up? not that it matters because if he would have bitched i might have had to half nelson his ass (mat doesn't check the internet so i can talk all the shit I want.) pussy.

Wouldn't it have been cool if i had taken a "before" picture to compare all the after pictures to? 

Maybe we can improvise a "before" photo. This was supposed to be a picture of Mitch being cute but you can kind of see the area we are working on. Turns out the most logical place for the roller to go lines up perpendicular to the landing of the existing jump across the path. Which is nice because that jump blows. It's awkward feeling and the jamestown style erosion barrier (although really cool looking) is not very case friendly. It was starting to give me grey hairs so we are glad to see it go. 

day one

To save time, we just ripped all the logs down from the jamestown thing and buried them to save dirt. It's a controversial practice. My theory is that logs rot and leave a cavity causing subsidence. The end result is a bump in your lip or landing. They rot faster than you would think. The logs from the jamestown thing were alive less than 9 months ago and by the time we ripped them out you could pinch away chunks of rotten wood with your fingers. On the other hand there is no denying the fact that burying stuff saves saves some digging and it's only a stupid bike track, who gives a shit? get a job punk.  In our history burying stuff has worked well as long as it is covered with at least a foot of dirt. Otherwise the hard clay will flex and crack. Kind of like asphalt. Sure enough, burying those logs came back to bite us in the ass.   

Mitch paw packs phase one.

 day two 

somewhere along the line the jamestown (over the path) double turned into this weird berm/roller contraption. 

i was going to wait until the whole thing was done to post this but i went out of town this weekend so progress kind of stopped. However, we went to asheville and  bombed the coolest mountain road ever to a lucero show. Then while pedaling back up i saw dylan purrington feeble grind a ledge three times in a row at least 35 beers deep. Still got it. Then we met the Get Loose Crew in charlotte where apparently twenty five bucks gets you twice the amount of pot that you get here.

I've put in a few more hours on the roller contraption after work this week, but digging by myself usually ends up on some crazy tangent such as digging a hole around a tree until it falls over.................

 

these trees have been dead since that hurricane we had a few years back. we left them standing because they wern't hurting anything plus the woodpeckers were stoked on them. Then they both fell over within 24 hours of each other. Seriously what are the odds? And it wasn't the wind because they fell in different directions. unless someone or something pushed them over, but who the fuck has time to tramp through the woods, push a tree over, then come back a day later and push the tree next to it over?  Then again who has time to take pictures of two fallen trees, upload them onto the interweb, and write about it. me. you're god damn right! 

redneck fest 08

Everyone had the day off so we drank beer, drove trucks in the mud, and shot guns all day. It was fun. Highlights include...........

This is the infamous mud hole not far from the trails. You may recognize it from the bonus section in the pimpske video. It doesn't look like much, but to my knowledge no one has ever successfully traversed this thing. It's like a right of passage thing for all the high school kids. Once every couple of months someone will knock on our door late at night asking for a chain or you'll wake up and there will be an abandoned truck in the creek where they called it a night.

Steve gave her a go in the man truck...........to no avail 

Coincidently, Marshal (namesake of the double tire stall) and his friend Jud (seen here in the ten gallon hat) had planned a similar day of hillbilly mischief. Jud came packing some heat. He had one of those dirty hairy guns. He let me shoot it. Shit's bananas. At one point it went off by accident. Luckily it wasn't pointed at anyone, but Jud got a pretty wicked powder burn on his hand. Then we lit off some fireworks and ate pizza. i was passed out by 3. 

first post

uh so i kind of accidentally posted everything upside down so you should read this from the bottom up. It's the first post man, cut me some slack.

immaculate horseshoe turd (note the corn). i mean, look at this thing!  how did that come out of my butt

completely unrelated penciled creek jump in newport news

This is the other side of the roll-in going into the yet to be completed "kiddy line" The rope swing doesn't work. You just swing right back into the tree every time so it's fun on the way out but coming back is kind of nerve racking. 

We've got a roll in. It's kind of hard to explain, but it's really sweet and beats the hell out of pedaling. 

We're eight years deep in this mess. Suburbia is slowly but surely creeping towards us and pretty soon i am going to have to grow up so i don't know how much time we have left. The trail yuppies should have a field day with this one. Seems like a surefire way to blow up the spot, but seclusion is on our side i hope. so here goes. Come shred.