The riders ride, into the night,
Into the West, to see who's gun's the best,
They're all fools, to live by rules,
The rider wearing black,
He's gonna Shoot You In The Back


Everything went off better than expected. Thanks to Adley for the poster, Benj for actually knowing how to make this stuff happen, everyone who raced - or tried to, everyone who marshalled - even if you drank all our booze, and Andy and his housemates for letting us stay up all night.

Veloween III is October 27th. Be there.

Anyway, here's the digital version.

Andy showed up in top form.

Considering the rain and the porch crawl, 18 was a great turnout.

Corey with the handlebar cooler.

Sheila and Leigh Anne kicked ass on a tandem.

Baby Duck with Queen Elizabeth. At this point I had ridden half way home on the rim.

As per usual Mark brought his A game.

We made everyone do bong rips at a playground.

The fogged lense wasn't intentional, but I'm sure it's how most racers felt.

Meg, I'm sorry you're in this one after asking me not to take pictures of you. But it's the best 5-star stop photo. Shots of cheap whiskey in Munson.

I felt pretty good about keeping up with Jay for a while. But he was drinking, I wasn't.

"Dykes on Bikes." If you were there you're laughing right now.

I passed Andy on the way out to Ohmand's creek.

Riding out that way was rewarded with a beer-bong. Definately refreshing.




#4 and #1, Adley and Mark.

Andy won the "top placer who puked award." I didn't make him pay.

It seems like both these dudes had loads of fun.

My money was on Matt and he let me down. Jon pulled second with a gut full of Thanksgiving Dinner.


So over at Andy's.

This wierd teen that Jon was talking to had a really bad attitude. I'd get into it, but..

Fire..



Cass brought it home real fast for the ladies.

Revenge to the victor.

Adam is officially a ladies man now.


Red Dragons?


So here's some not gettin wasted photos. Loads of Sebadino.




He jumps a lot these days.


I think this means I need to join velospace or submit my bike to fixedgeargallery.



It was filled with bees and cleanly decapitated.



The second one, so bad. Get one, I'll pay.

I danced with the bride of the elephant man and she whispered:
You'll always be just a fool in the shadows
Without a face, without a story of your own
You'll always be a rube at the window