Still feels free to me

You just don't get that much cool stuff in the mail anymore. I used to get so stoked on zines or little care packages of random stuff from the likes of my friend Lew (often addressed to "Satan" or "Nazi"--I can't believe a lot of those envelopes were even delivered). Once in awhile though, something really good comes through the 'box. Out of nowhere, an anonymous looking envelope from Phil Rase showed up with these gems inside. A gold mine of early 70's motorcycle photos and information. So cool. These are no Ebay score either, each mag is stamped with the name "Ken Rase". I never got to meet Phil's father, but I know he was big into custom motorcycle wheel-building and well know for his skills. Phil, I can't tell you how touched I am by your thoughtfulness. I tried to call to tell you, but all three of the phone numbers I have for you are kaput?

Victory bars, circa 2009.

This roadside attraction is about two miles away from Kzoo Skate Zoo. You have to wonder if the people who built this sketchy ramp ever stopped at the real skatepark just to see what a real ramp looks like? Either way, I love seeing homebuilt ramps in yards along the way.

My old VW, spotted twice in the same day, once by my wife and once by my friend Bill. Pretty sure it's my old van at least.

Right.

Besides family and work, the two things I spend the most time on are my jumps and my motorcycle projects. The jumps are looking good but Step-Mother Nature has not been very co-operative in regards to riding them. This motorcycle is looking better but driving me nuts at the same time. Back to the electric drawing board. It was running great the other day but something is causing a battery drain. Probably something in the worm's nest of wires not-so-cleverly hidden between the headlights. Fuck it. I'm playing video games.

Photo taken this morning. Good God man. Brand new set, begging to be lept over. These look small in this photo but that landing is 6+ tall.

Another fine Davey Cooperwasser edited joint. Click the Vimeo button to see it full-sized.

Shine on you crazy Femco.

Steve Crandall at his therapists office getting some heavy issues off his chest. Shout out.

I love the internet.

I don't remember "ScareCycles" but damn, they are incredible.

Birdland is finally taking shape. Progress is slow due to time constraints and wacky weather. I hit a new and improved jump tonight after much deliberation. The first few of spring are soooo sketchy.

The best shit ever.

A warped perspective is usually the best to maintain.

New spark plugs and it's runnin' hot!

This dog was really mad at me.

Keep your ass dry.