Get Festive

Mini kegs are great because they are small, easily smuggled, and there's always the worry of feeling like a pussy if you can't finish one. Luckily, we handled this one pretty easily. Thanks Kesia

October Harvest

Just over a month ago I was able to fill my deer tag. It was an amazing experience seeing the weather turn from fall to winter right in front of me. Sara and I were very fortunate to take a pair of beautiful bucks. I couldn't have been happier. Hunting with Jon, Bob, and Sara was great. The only thing that I would have changed is having my pops there too

Wim

Wim shreds a stratocaster, but was once told he had "sweet tele tones." As band manager, I had to step in and rectify the situation. 

Cub Country in Brooklyn. Roughly 365 days ago

PDX Pedal Pushin'

I was pretty blown away by the abundance of cyclists in Portland. Not just the 'fixter' kids you seem to encounter in every urban setting these days, but actual utilitarian and practical commuters. Practical in the sense that they ride regular bikes fitted with fenders and lights. Rigs that get the job done. I was fortunate to borrow a nice single speed Surly from James. It was the best way for me to experience the town. We rode our asses off over the weekend. Lots of bridges, some tattoos, rain, and beers.

Up North Kids

I ventured up to Eugene and Portland this past week. The drive up was so long and beautiful. It was nice to visit my friends and see what has been happening in their lives. I stayed with my friend James and went to work with him for a day. He and another guy Tim started Project Grow, which offers disabled adults the chance to work and farm within their neighborhood. The operation seems to be working out; harvesting vegetables and eggs, which then are sold to local restaurants and stores. The men and women earn real wages, something most organizations don't really offer. More importantly, they are actually happy doing something different and resourceful.

Nic

Nic is one of the most talented photographers I know. He's also one of the sweetest guys you'll ever meet. His climbing trips out of the city always create a space to capture some gems. I know I'm partial to his subject matter, but there really isn't much denying that the kid has a keen eye behind the lens.

CB750

Time to tinker on cb while the weather is still nice. Been working on the electrical issues, which makes my headache even worse. Today I kicked it over and drained the bad fuel out of the carbs.  I'm sure it's annoying the hell out of my neighbors.

How it looked when Mike and Jesse dropped it off the other day. Thanks to Mike, the thing runs strong. He knows his way around these old engines. The plan is to strip all the unnecessary shit off it, getting it as bare as possible.

Still trying to figure out what to do with this bulbous rear fender.

Practice near the tracks

Getting out of the city always seems to give a new perspective. This place always does the trick.

Reloads

A few weeks ago I geeked out with my friend Jon and we reloaded rifle ammunition. It is an old pastime our dads spent cold winter evenings perfecting in their basements. It gives us a good laugh thinking about how nerdy it really is. You get in the zone focusing on sizing brass and measuring powder, and pretty soon you stop talking and just focus on all the little details.

Philly

Pete's nicely worn 501s and the belt I made for him. Getting crafty on my bachelor party gift. Stamped his initials right into that bad boy. Keep being rad out there in Philly my man.

Sheds

Sometimes you have to sit still and glass, while other times you trip across them. Either way, hunting sheds is a good time. Treasure hunting for us hunting types.

Mark Twain Caves Ahead

The middle of this country offered me my first land crossing of the Mississippi River. Pretty wide. Once on the opposite side of the bridge I encountered many signs proclaiming the significance of Mark Twain. Oh Missouri. However, the best thing I know from this state, primarily Kansas City ...

is Cute Kerry.

In the mail

The decals I ordered for the little trail bike were in the mailbox when I came home the other day. I am doing my best to bring the bike back to the way it would've looked in 1983. One year before I made it to this planet.

Middle America

A few weeks back I ventured into the midwest. I have never visited the 'heartland' before, and because my parents now live there, I thought I would see what it's about. All I really knew about this part of the country was that beer, football, and some really good bands hail from this region. It was definitely a good time.

CT110'83

Last fall I made a proposition with my dad. I got him a new bicycle and asked if, in exchange, I could try my hand at restoring his old Honda trail bike. He said I could, as it had been sitting under an army surplus tarp on the side of the house for years. The bike was in pretty rough shape. It had been painted a handful of times and was used primarily as it was intended; hunting, hauling, and steep Rocky Mountain climbing excursions. When I got my hands on it I didn't really have to do much to get it started. These little Honda bikes are notoriously reliable. Postal workers in Australia still use these today to deliver mail all over the country. My little "postie bike" needed only a new battery and spark plug to bring the little puttering motor back to life. 

Missoula bound

I took a solo road trip up to Missoula this last week to see the town. Never been there before and I quite liked what I saw. There were plenty of good places to grab a beer and scope the strangeness. 

View from the 'M' on the hill. This town has some hard school pride

Heading South towards Sun Valley..

Stopped to practice with the ole' .45 six-gun

Back on the road to catch the sun coming up. Montana and Idaho shine this time of year