Audio Post

CRAP WIPE Vol. 1

Here’s some footage from our first WIPE, sponsored by CRAP and the Extreme Picnicking Society. We rode to McDowell Mountain Park on a Friday evening, ate a giant picnic and slept under the stars. The next WIPE is planned for the evening of Saturday October 18th, we’ll ride to Usery Mountain Park in East Mesa. It’s 23 miles one way.

The rest of the photos are here:
http://jenn7ryan.smugmug.com/gallery/6044398_M4vxf//378616893_MN4pW

Gearing up at Bike Saviours.

Look at this nerd in his kit on his geared touring bike.

Night Touring.

Extreme Picnic

Star trails. Shot on Kodak Elite Chrome 200.

Sunrise over Four Peaks. Shot on Kodak Elite Chrome 200 film.

Bikes. Shot on Kodak Elite Chrome 200 film.

Riding back through McDowell Mountain Park

Joe's Cycling Fashion

In my head, I hear this as a Socks voice recording

beep… 6:42pm, my bike odometer rolled over 3000 miles. In the middle of the Mill Avenue bridge, on the edge of a dust storm. Nick is riding with me and gave me a high five. …boop boop

Price Of Gas Rises To Four Expletives Per Gallon

Original Link: http://www.theonion.com/content/news_briefs/price_of_gas_rises_to_four

HOUSTON—Gasoline prices rose to a record-high four expletives per gallon Monday, a rate of fuel-price-related cursing not seen since the 1979 energy crisis sparked a nationwide obscenity boom. “Two years ago it seemed impossible that a gallon of gasoline would go as high as goddamn-shit-ass-balls,” said commodities trader Philip Roan, adding that refined petroleum is up nearly 100 percent from cock-fuck last March. “Considering the unrest in the Middle East and growing global energy demands, fuel prices may well reach dick-ass-Christ-fuck-hell in as little as six months.” The unprecedented jump in swearing rates has reportedly prompted an increase in the number of Americans riding motherfucking bicycles.

I think this may be the winning hand…

…in the basket supremacy game.

Bread Peddler

Originally uploaded by joeyhuddleston

Seattle to Portland 2008

Cycling 200 miles from Seattle to Portland over July 12th and 13th 2008.

Socks’ blog post with more photos is here

Becca’s photos are here

My photo slideshow is here

And now, a new feature on MFT, an audio blog recorded by Socks during the ride. Plus extra bonus sea shanty singing at the end. Click play below:

 

Seattle before the ride:

Hmm I wonder what that bus’ number was?:

Seattle Streets:

The Clark homestead:

The bikes are here! The bikes are here!

Basement build:

And this is where my forefathers crossed the river

Seshing the Seattle hillsides

Pasta

The Ride

Ready to go at the Clark’s

Start line

First stop at REI corporate headquarters, wow there are a lot of bikes

The basket’s first apperance

Oh we’re bound for South Centralia(r)

Hey where’s your basket?

Centralia, 100 miles and the end of day 1

Main street Camp STP

The sun is up, it’s time to go

Becca with a jacket?

Through the farms of southern Washington

Over the bridge…

…into Oregon

The last rest stop…

…then on to Portland

Yay we made it!

Now for a shower and sleep

Portland after the ride

Beer

Bikes and Bridges

Goodbye STP, it was fun

Grand Canyon North Rim Bike/Hike/Camp

Legion of Extreme Picknickers, Loyal Order of the Left Pannier, Knights of the Orange Table.

Mission: Grand Canyon North Rim

Date: 27 July – 29 July, 2008

Rebecca’s mission report is here

For the full slideshow, click here

Load up:

Chief Yellowhorse:

On the edge:

Sunset photos:

Saddle up:

On the road:

Overlook:

Cape Royal:

Hiking in:

Near camp:

 

More photos:

Nightfall:

Sunrise at Cape Final:

Rebecca and her tent:

Back to the bikes:

On the road again:

End of the ride:

Heading Home:

The Quest…

…smells sort of like pesto.

The Mission: The Quest for the Lost Ring

Click here for Sock’s Mission Report

Hitting the trail:

The journey:

The depths:

Suit Up:

The Search:

Dive #1:

Found it! After Dive #2:

Mission Accomplished:

Hmm, I wonder what could be in this one? Pirate Gold?:

The West Fork of Oak Creek:

why high end triples are going by by

Kind of makes me wonder who in shimano thought this was a good idea? This train wreck aside, I like my mid range oem shimano triple on my touring bike. Low gears are good for groceries and clothing.  Here’s a lengthy article discussing the demise of the  triple crankset and why compacts are popular.

I like my triple.

saving my ass

This will be my first post on the new trip we’re taking on this blog. Future posts will be mission reports from the exploits of the Extreme Picnicking Club. But this post is about bike porn from my day of laying around. The Japanese arm of Bianchi makes an entire line of small wheel road bikes. Maybe there are enough short Japanese people that they need to make tiny bikes? But take a look at this beauty:

Craziness. Some sort of victorian midget bike. And it has a big brother:

I have a crush on this bike. Found here.

Some highschool classmates made these stickers:

Give hipsters a brake.

And finally, I suffered in silence from the scourge of a numb package on long rides. Although I now know it can also be caused from stinging insects stinging you in your crotch while you ride, I figured it had something to do with my saddle. Two weeks ago I bought and installed a selle anatomica saddle. The thing rocks. I might have solved my problems with a cheaper saddle with a cutout, but the bike nerd factor wouldn’t have been there. You can even watch someone’s ass making one of saddles flex here.