shred alert

hey all, i'm doing the cascade cream puff july 11, 2010 if anyone's up for 100 miles of
shredding in the dope forest of oakridge. or at least lots of rad training rides. uh hum, damien, i hear you just set yourself up with some fat tires. wooo hooo!

Motordome Basketball, In Yer Face!!!

Oh WHAT?!!! Yeah, this is what happened yesterday. Wailing. We had enough for some three on three. It ruled, and for sure we're rusty, but it was a lot of fun. Made the Blazer game game afterward much more enjoyable. Saturdays...

The rumors are true.

So now that spring seems like it's in view, many of you might be thinking; "Hmm, I can't wait to start riding bikes." Well for those of you that really know whats up, the Motordome basketball team has been training hard and is well underway. If you think you have what it takes, bring your game face to Buckman this Saturday (and every other Saturday) at 1 pm!

I Dream of Motorhomes

Motor Home

To dream that you live in a motor home, suggests that you need to move on with regards to some aspect of your life. You may be dwelling too much on a situation and it is time to move forward. Alternatively, you may be expressing your desire to be more independent and self-sufficient.

Mud and pancakes and split pea soup and coffee and miller high life and cutting pumpkins in half with my front wheel and dogs and more mud.

Yeah. Well. A big fuck you to the sunshine.

During my race. Well. The wind was blowing hard. I was always in a head wind. And it was pouring rain. As my father would say. Like a cow peeing on a flat stone.

There was mud.

And waterfront property.

Tad made delicious pancakes. (Not in photo). That Damian prepared. Buttered. Syrup'd. Fed me. Delicious. I made some epic split pea soup. (Also not in photo). That Damian burned. Ahem. Saved from burning. Well, I actually enjoyed the little hunks of burned heaven. You know who else is a little hunk of burned heaven...

And the epic magnetic bumper that has not only drove a $40,000 coffee mug from Sweet Pea Bakery in Portland to the Hillsboro Cross Crusade, but now took my bitchin' new front wheel for a ride from Kruger's on Sauvie all the way to North Portland. Glossy! Or would that be. Ahem. As the kids say these days. Glossin'!

How we got this far...

The license plate holder reads, "GET IT ON!"

The back patch of the Motordome pilot jacket reads, "Travel ~ N ~ Fun!"

"FUN IT ON!" became "GET IT FUN!"

"GET IT FUN!" became "FUN IT ON!"

"Ask me about wizard mode" was suggested for T-Shirts.

Which became, "Wizard me to FUN IT mode!"

I lost my shit when James texted me late one night after many beers, "Fuzard me to win it mode!"

The apocalypse is not for sale.

Knock on the door...

Hello?

Is the motorhome for sale?

Why would it be for sale?, I reply.

Would you sell it?

No.