Nothing fun about this, but in April, FBM BMX legend Mike Tag was diagnosed with cancer and is currently undergoing treatment. Mike has no health insurance and can't work so it goes without saying that he could use our help. I have one of Mike's signature FBM Night Train frames, which was a gift from my friends Sean Newton and Brice Herron. I think I can speak for both of these guys in that they will be okay with me selling it on Ebay to raise money for Tag. The funds from the sale of this frame will go directly to the Mike Tag PayPal fund. You can donate directly to help Mike out as well.

Totally Stupid checklist.

Sitting idle as a unit of transport. This baby wants to wheelie walk.

"man, if I learn to weld, I'm going to widen all the bars I cut down in 2003 back to where they were..."

ARE BETTER.

There are so many classifications of motorcycles and most of them are lame: Street tracker, Bobber, chopper, bar hopper, Bagger, Cafe Racer, Cruiser, Digger, Whateverer. Mine defies all categories except "shitty old motorcycle".

more or less.

All aboard the Reading Rainbow. Who would have thought making a double a big roller would fuck up the line? Dave does...

starting to really hate spaghetti

May Day. Finally got to hit some jumps, a month plus later than the last two years. A month of not riding at my age is like a year for a 15 year old. Dog years. Hit this new set for the first time, white knuckled as always with a brand new jump. Six years ago today I took myself out hitting a jump for the first time. Scary as hell and a real wake up call. I faired much better today but I did nose bonk the landing pretty good the second time through. My jumps aren't even big by modern standards but they do the trick for my old ass. The flow is all I need and I can't wait to get further down the line....

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.