Halloween at Burnside pops off. I heard it was going to be a riot, but I wasn’t sure what to expect. Then I went, and now I know. People were punching each other in the face, losing teeth, shredding the park, getting trashed, having laughs and having a good old fashioned rager beneath the bridge. I’m pretty sure everybody went home with a scab that night. It was heaven. Looks like I have a new holiday ritual.
Yesterday I linked up with Dustin Klein and went on what I’ll describe as the wildest ride I’ve ever been on. We rode further. Climbed higher. I even wore a bib. Let’s just say it was a day packed full of firsts. Dustin was kind enough to set me up with THIS Ritchy mountain bike for the ride as well as water. Which I didn’t bring. Again, first timer over here.
We crossed over the St. Johns bridge and into the fog. DK lead the charge and pointed out the sights, narrating me through all the important details along the way. It’s always great having somebody local show you the hidden gems around town. I expected the scenery to be pretty amazing moving up to Portland but I never imagined it would look like this. The falling leaves and visual changing of the seasons is something we don’t have back home, and that Portland fully delivers on.
All in all, my “Strava” said we rode 62.7 Miles with 5,581 ft of climbing. Granted that factors in the Sandwich and fries I grabbed afterwards, but still. I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t a lot for me, but I’m glad I had someone like Dustin around to hand down some pro tips. We’ll have to do more rides like this.
Do you think you’re better off alone? If so, come ‘talk to me’. Alice Deejay’s hit single Better Off Alone was the anthem to our weekend. But isn’t it always. Riding is always better with a squad. I guess it’s the strength in numbers mentality that comes along with it. On Saturday we gathered together some of the best FGFS riders the West Coast has to offer, and met up to ride around our new found home in Portland.
We packed our bags, loaded bikes into the Re-Rack Van and headed to University of Portland to kick start our day. After dodging campus security for a few hours, we got what we needed, pushed our luck a little too far, and decided to head downtown for a change of scenery. Jimmy Watcha sealed the deal, and drove the final nail into the coffin with one of the heaviest lines I’ve ever seen. The sun was setting and the day was pretty much over after that. Always finish on a strong note
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Friday the 13th may be a day of superstition for some, but to us it’s something to look forward to. Whether it’s cheap tattoos of black cats, or in our case afternoon sessions spent dodging rain drops and wishing for breaks in the rain. Either way it always feels like a good day to roll the dice and take some chances.
This weekend was a special occasion. The homies Andy Sparks, Gus Molina, and Jimmy Watcha drove up from the Bay Area to ride for the week. Friday was the first chance we had where the rain wasn’t completely shutting down the day. Jimmy caught some big airs on the River City Cycles banks while it was coming down. I’m surprised he never slipped out because of how wet it was. Gus Molina summoned some spirits underground as we attempted to seek shelter and ride uninterrupted. When the day was up, we all cracked cans by the river and looked forward to what tomorrow would bring.
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Blow the whistle. After taking a short mid-day break, we loaded up the van and headed back to down town to see what else we could stack before the sun set.
I didn’t shoot as many photos as the day before but was able to get a handful of shots of Miguel Zendejas’ neon yellow Master Bike Co Prototype. I’m not sure when these frames will be available to the public, but I’ve heard whispers of them rolling out sometime in the few couple months. What I can tell you is that these frames are incredibly compact, have steep head tube angles and offer up one of the most progressive geometries FGFS has ever seen.
If you’ve ever ridden with us, than I’m sure you already know, but I’m always the idiot running around trying to round up the crew for a family photo. It’s become somewhat of a tradition at this point, and is always worth the effort. This one in particular was potentially the most challenging one we’ve taken yet. We used the typical 10 second timer, but added in a 2 second exposure as a curve ball. Shout out to these dudes for remaining completely still during that time and to anyone else who has ever put up with my consistent craziness. One day I’ll publish a book of all these group shot. You’ll see.
That just about covers it. Again, keep em peeled for photos from Day 3 of our time together in Portland. Click “MORE” to check out other photos from day 2. (more…)
Last day in town. I guess it’s true what they say, time flies when you’re having fun. With only hours left I made sure to make the most of it. One of the few things I wanted to do while I was in San Francisco was to stand at the bottom and stare up at the massive Sales Force building they’re working on. It’s a fucking monster. You can see it from every point in the city. It’s been wild to watch the skyline change over the years, but it only adds to the character of the city.
After breaking my neck looking up for a while I met up with San Francisco’s very own James Grady & Jake Ricker. We rolled around the financial district for a while then headed over to Chinatown to check out the usual hustle and bustle. Walking through the alleys at night you can always hear how packed full of voices each building is. I always love riding around with someone who loves to shoot as much as you do. Jake Ricker is great for that. Shout out to James Grady for organizing / hosting the Red Bull Bay Climb that happened the day before.
Last stop before leaving town was swinging by MASH SF to change out my gearing which had stopped being comical 10+ miles ago. I said my goodbyes, packed my bike, had dinner at one of my favorite spots in town, then hopped on a plane back to Portland. Until next time.
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Day one and done. It didn’t take much to roast us to the bone. After the first full day of riding in Portland with the boys we were already salty, sore, and thirsty for more. With legs like noodles and arms like peanut brittle we pushed ourselves and each other to keep the stoke alive.
Setting the stage. Ramon Antonio flew Johnathan Ball, Miguel Zendejas & Josh Silva to PDX to film for a video project he’s been wanting to shoot. Although we don’t have a name for it yet, filming is well underway and is already shaping up to be the hot ticket video of the Summer.
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Home is where the heart is, and I left mine in San Francisco. Last week I traveled south and spent some time hanging out with friends / family in The Bay. It felt good to be back in a place where it’s hard to go more than 20 mintutes without running into someone you know. There’s something to be said about knowing people by name in every neighborhood you’re in.
One of the first familiar faces I ran into was my cousin Evian Reyes. We’re not really related, but we like to pretend we are. I don’t think I ever realized what a tall city San Francisco is. Maybe living in Portland has given me that perspective, but damn. There are some serious cloud scrapers starting to pop up in SF. I’ll have more photos to share over the next couple of days, until then enjoy these shots from day one. In the words of EARTHGANG – my partner always said that I’d go far if I stayed from around here.
You can’t show up to NYC without paying respects to the fixie godfather Ed “Wonka” Laforte. First thing I did when I got to town was give him a call, and to no surprise he already knew I was in town. Ear to the pavement I guess. We cruised over to Chari & Co, met up with Jason Sellers and Terry Barentsen, grabbed a loaner bike and hit the streets rollin.
It’s good to see that Ed still has his explosive barspins in the bag. There are few dudes that ride as aggressive as he does. Press play on the video above and see for yourself. Terry always delivers the goods when it comes to quality, and this one day video is no exception.
There’s nothing like digging up old photos to bring back memories. Sometimes it feels like you’re resurrecting the dead with the things you almost forgotten about. I’m sure I’m not the only one who looks through my phone in the morning to piece together what happened the night before. A photo can take you right back to that place and helps paint a clearer image in your mind.
Here are a bunch of photos from that one time we all rode bikes in China. What an experience that was. Almost forgot all about these shots. Check out more below. (more…)