Hellbound And Pedalling
Things are pretty quiet around here, so I hate to be posting negative shit, but this is just getting ridiculous…
You’re shitting me, right? It’s almost as bad as that Rapha dork-jumper (just browse the photos). Or those hipster axes (wait…what?).
When will it ever end?
In the famous words of the lovely Britney Spears “oops, I did it again.” Another bike in the stable without really meaning to. There’s definitely a disadvantage to having a credit card and an internet connection. But at least you end up with a new bike showing up at your door!
I am now the owner of a sweet new Gran Royale fixie. The trick-track stuff has been happening for a while now and the Alien just doesn’t quite cut it for bar spins and backwards circles. It’s about time we got a bit of this shit happening in Hobart, there are too many good carparks going to waste. Looks like it’s going to be a winter of grazed elbows and fixed-bunnyhops down three-sets, whoop whoop! Anyone else keen to join the crew? These suckers are cheap.
If you haven’t seen it, head over to Fyxomatosis for some great words and photos from Dan and Andy’s recent epic. In true BnC style it featured a shitload of dirt roads, minimal gears, and plenty of pain. I’m going to assume it also ended with a cold beer in a tired fist.
Go check it out.
…I got nothing for this one, but it has to be posted. (Edit: Sick of the ‘sick’ picture. Click ‘more’ if you need to).. Continue reading “Oh yeah and…”
…our bike gang is better than yours.
Can’t remember if I posted these or not. I think the gallery shat itself before I could. It’s back now, so there’s some photos of a bunch of weird fuckers from the photohunt alleycat that happened last year. Get amongst it!
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Fuck, it’s a bit slow around here. I can’t be arsed posting shit all the time, and I haven’t spent enough time drunk and on the bike to have anything worth talking about. Go do some shit, the weather’s good.
(I added a crappy mobile phone of a sweeeeet bike I found in Daylesford last weekend – L-Dub)
Congratulations to Kiwi John, the new president of Bottles and Chains. After a hotly contested evening of polling, a winner has emerged. Heavy skid sessions on Hunnibel’s bike resulted in a complete lack of destroyed tyres, leaving all participants hanging their heads in shame. The voting party consumed a heft number of pints before moving onwards towards Da Angleos pizza. Kiwi John presently collected his first round f votes after falling asleep in the pizza restaurant. The brief snooze was ended with a sneaky pizza theft, leaving the intoxicated BnC crew with several gourmet pizzas to quaff before continuing on their quest for good times and beer.
The voting public continued their forward movement in a series of fumbling steps before entering the mighty cage. While men and women battled their way through sweaty masses, the BnC crew battled their way through cans and pints. The future president ended his already strong campaign with a winnining move. After being kicked out by security he re-emerged, stronger than ever, like a rising phoenix, leaping from the flames. Never likely to be impressed, security swiftly tore him back down and thrust him from the cage, thus ending a superior reign amongst the kingdom of men.
And so it is that BnC has named its new president, the drunkest guy around…Kiwi John!
(can someone bring me a dim sim, I’m starving)
Right, I had every intention of putting up some snaps and smack-talk about the booze-fest that was the weekend riding trip, but it ain’t happened. Ben showed up in desperate need of lower gears and I couldn’t refuse a BnC member in need, so now it’s late and I’m covered in chain grease and all I want to do is crawl into bed and nurse my sun-ravaged skin as I sob quietly into my pillow. So yeah, I’ll post something tomorrow. Suck it up.
Hipsters discussing Cyclocross
Why can’t I embed the video, tried everything.