PEZ/CHUG. Brooklyn, Late December 2006
I remember new years day 2007 was a few days after this night.
Igei, this is the entrance to your old crib, remember?
Riding around Baltimore. Me, Ski, Gene. April 2010
We went down there for a Cam’Ron show, but he never showed up to the venue due to “transportation issues”
I like to drink coffee to this.
Will someone please make a “bike” video like this? Please?
On the Edge…
Its hard to see, but theres a 9 story drop half an inch from his big toe. Can you tell I have a small fear of heights?
Chris Chang, Brooklyn, Spring 2010
NO COMMENT.
4:23 is the best part though.
I remember this chick came to our Snakes in the Grass show while we were hanging it. Now look at you.
“Old Dirty Bastard = No Father To My Style”
Yet another reason I enjoy living and riding in Brooklyn. Its one thing to to learn how to “ride” but where you choose to apply that knowledge is something else.
ph. SML
side note:
If you know me, then you know this is “ME” right here. I would never pose for a shot like this unless my heart was in it. This is equivalent to taking a picture in front of the Eiffel Tower in Paris.
Mike Slice sent me this new DipSet runion song. I put it on my headphones to ride to the store and ended up riding a century. True story.
“Sookie!”
DIPSET BIKE VIDEO.
It doesn’t matter how many cars you have, sometimes it feels good to just ride around with your folks.
Classic Material
Pick-up trucks are the easiest to skitch from. One night, late night, I went for the grab and noticed these stow-aways. I wanted to hold on and take the picture at the same time, but then there would be no hands on the bars at all.
Valencia St. SF. 2006
I’ll never forget this day. I couldn’t stop smiling for an hour after I rode away from this. I actually come back here from time to time and spend money.
Looks like they’re coming up a bit short on the left side. Maybe its because I’m standing at an angle.
I’m pretty sure this was 10 years ago when I was 20…
…I found this negative loose in the bottom of a drawer in my grand father’s house.
