Can't Stop Won't Stop

I used to read Decline magazine. Trans BC and my Loamies all up in the limousine. Hanging pictures on my wall. Everyday slapping berms, skidding turns, trying not to fall. I let my tires rock till my tires popped. Smokin’ weed in BC, sipping private stock. Way back, when I had the blue and black lumberjack. With the hat to match. Remember Brappin’ Duke, Duh-da duh-da. You never...

A gypsy van, a loam catcher, a field, and a banquet edition derailleur hanger.

25 miles and 5200 vertical of glory.

We had some beers, but mostly bubbly water.

Black and yellow springy-ma-bobber from @ohlinsmtb for my @transitionbikes. Just in time for @transbcenduro!

An 8ft dinosaur sprinkler named Boris.

Just dodged that hail spitting cloud.

I like this place.

Can’t remember landing on this runway before. So far east I might as well be in Kansas.

Hell yes! Good default @Rachio #loambowski

Twin cities and a river boat cruise with The Dazzler. Choice.

Boulder homies, let’s find Mike’s dog Calle. Be on the look out.

Baby like sleeping pad.

I don’t know why I even own khaki pants. They stay clean for approximately ten minutes.

Rose went “rock climbing” today. Loves those cams and carabiners.

9 minutes late = standing room for the last pick up. #buslife