November 09 Archive
Wow..... fuck this I quit
Put your shit on craigslist cuz this just ruined it for every one
HAPPY TURKEY DAY!
Hella fixie
To go along with Jmags photo here is a lil video Dylan made with his iflip cam. Fun day. We suck
Flip Video Tarck Edit from Dylan Bigby on Vimeo.
Picture
This one was on a roll that I picked up today. Fun days with the dudes. I upload the flickr in waves, check in every once in a while. (http://www.flickr.com/people/jsnm/)
Box Dog Bikes
Our homies at Box Dog are having a sale through Dec 25th. Stop by and support your local shop!
Soil Saloon
Jello shot checkpoint with horseshoe tossing, pornography playing card checkpoint, another shot checkpoint with a quiz. Good times! Chas won, James got second, and Rainier third--with a single speed cx, track bike, and geared cx, respectively.
pictures from Jenny Oh
LOVE THIS SHIT!!!
We need more of this kinda shit for sure! FIXIIIIIIIIIIIIE
All You Haters (Suck My Balls) from nixbros on Vimeo.
rough day
I planned out a new five hour cyclocross ride around Mount Tamalpaias, it involved traversing a few ridges before heading up to the mountain and down to Mill Valley. I didn't think too much of it, my jersey pockets contained one Clif Bar, one tube, a pump, and a $20 bill. That's where I went wrong. After three hours of riding I got to the top and began to descend. Ten minutes in I got a pinch flat. Fixed it, jumped back on the bike, and descended for another two minutes before I got a second pinch flat. GREAT. I had no provisions left to fix the flat. I began to walk. Real pissed at my lack of preparedness and worried about the oncoming darkness in a couple hours as I had no lights. Later I began to jog, tripping and sliding on my cycling shoes, trying to use the light I had left to my advantage. After a half hour I finally hear an oncoming cyclist, a real nice dude with a dog running alongside him, who tosses me a glueless patch sticker--the only one he had. I thanked him several times and he was on his way. Excited to get back on the bike, I found the hole, stuck it on, and pumped it up. Only to discover that there was a second hole. So I begin jogging again, an hour went by and I realize I didn't recognize where I was. Staring at the ground trying not to trip or slip has got me lost. This keeps getting worse and worse I thought, the sun is setting and I'm getting cold wearing nothing but a jersey and shorts. I find a hiker who has a map of the area, we figure out the route I need to hike in order to get down to Mill Valley: back South, first left turn, next right turn, next left turn, and finally a right turn to get back on the road. So I head into the woods, down a path that is off-limits to cyclists because it was too narrow and overgrown to even walk beside my bike. It was extremely difficult to see at that point, the trees blocked the dusk light. I kept losing the trail as I criss-crossed over streams in my cycling shoes (carrying my bike). I stopped and looked around every minute or two in order to make sure that I was on the trail. I kept thinking that as soon as the sun was completely gone, this hike is going to get real epic! I finally make it to the road, two and a half hours after flatting! Five miles away is the closest bike shop I know of. I was getting real hungry, but I passed places for food in order to quickly make it to the shop before it closed. About a half mile down the road, I pass a window where someone was hanging a bike on a wall, I figure I'll ask the dude if he has a tube or a patch kit. It turns out it's a bike shop called Above Category (always wondered what those kits that I've seen at races were about). I bought a tube, enjoyed the largest selection of BMCs, Pinarellos, Pegorettis, Parlees, and Moots I've ever seen and finished up the last 45 minutes of my ride back to San Francisco.
The roast I put in the crock pot before the ride was ready to go and life was good again!
From now on I'll tape a few glueless patches and sandpaper under my saddle!
cx movie
another great project from my talented friend brian vernor.
















