Perhaps Ya'll remember the COmpact? I know of one stompR who signed up, along with the whole fam.. curious how he enjoyed it. . the basic premise as he led me to believe was/is: purchase no new goods for a year. . with the exception of NECcesitieZ! So Food and Safety ought be bought regualry of course, but no new Stuff, with the exception of one day of the year that you sign the compact for, when you can purchase, as in, make the transaction for whatever new items you NEed! grand plan anyway. . the only thing that i'll want for the compact xmas- which could easily arrive used and thus be of no trouble. . .a BIG Wheeeeler!! WHoooHOO just like those cute lil duhRanGo stompaz>!>!>

ought 9

New Years Eve Ride 2008. Photo by Fred Askew2008 New Year's Eve Ride
& Outdoor After Party
December 31, 2008
Meet 10:30pm at Washington Square Park under the arch

Start the year off right- on your bike or skates! Come celebrate New Year's Eve in the great outdoors with Music! Dancing! Fireworks! and Great Merriment!

10 at the wilMsBRG brdg!

0ught ate 08

The La$t Word at Christmas by Todd Federman
inspired by “The Night Before Christmas” — by Clement Clarke Moore

T’was the night before Christmas, and all are bereft.
Our investments are down, there is no money left.

Stocks, commodities and private equity too,
It seems every sector has stepped in the poo.

The once high and mighty did quick fall asunder,
Fannie and Freddie Mac swiftly went under.

Wamu and Wachovia, both hit the wall,
And AIG, oh my god what a fall!

Bear Stearns, the once venerable could not survive,
And Lehman Brothers Inc, man o man what a dive!

Hedge funds were hammered, both here and abroad,
Their trading strategies were seriously flawed.

We turned to the Fed for much needed relief,
They’ll save our investments, that was our belief.

The Fed stepped in with a few trillion (to date),
Alas for poor Lehman, they were one step too late.

The big bank cut interest rates right down to naught
The impact was minimal, who would have thought?

The long bond now yields down nearby two fifty,
If you live on interest, that’s not too nifty.

And then just when things could not get any worse,
Here comes Bernie Madoff at the wheel of a hearse.

He promised investors a steady return,
But his evil scheme through their money did burn.

His victims were targets of the world’s largest theft,
Now god only knows what these poor saps have left.

Investors are hurting, many race for the door,
You can hear them screaming, “We can’t take any more!”

And so I exclaim o’er this landscape of blight,
“Will the last person left, please turn off the light.”



let's go ride bikez



just a noth R day till nextxt YEAR!!!


Santa Stomps Here First

My Oh My, That's a Big Carrot


D9 or EO?

As far as I know, I am not lysdexic. (Brad, I'm not making fun of you)
I could have picked up on this much earlier, but honestly, I just couldn't have believed the depth and breadth of the ineptitudes. The saga of the Stompaz' D9 Apocolyptic Jerzeez is full of that made-for-the-big-screen drama, and surprises around every corner.
The latest intrigue comes from our D9 logo / stencil that was irreversibly reversed on the sleeve. You may note that it says, "EO" instead of "D9."
Since we carry around mirrors to remind ourselves that we're not vampires, we can use them to see the D9 as a proper D9.

As usual, SteveZ is on the task of backtracking through confidential documents to get this sitchewation rectanglified. Do not panic. Do not worry.

Happy Chriztmaztime.


Oh Bush

Carbon Penance from the NYtimes sunday mag

Carbon Penance
We all contribute to climate change, but none of us can individually be blamed for it. So we walk around with a free-floating sense of guilt that’s unlikely to be lifted by the purchase of wind-power credits or halogen bulbs. Annina Rüst, a Swiss-born artist-inventor, wanted to help relieve these anxieties by giving people a tangible reminder of their own energy use, as well as an outlet for the feelings of complicity, shame and powerlessness that surround the question of global warming.

So she built a translucent leg band that keeps track of your electricity consumption. When it detects, via a special power monitor, that electric current levels have exceeded a certain threshold, the wireless device slowly drives six stainless-steel thorns into the flesh of your leg. “It’s therapy for environmental guilt,” says Rüst, who modeled her “personal techno-garter” on the spiked bands worn as a means of self-mortification by a monk in Dan Brown’s novel “The Da Vinci Code.” (Brown de-rived the idea from the bands worn by some celibate members of the conservative Catholic group Opus Dei.)

Rüst built her prototype while working at the Computing Culture group of the Media Lab at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. She also designed the band to punish wearers if they don’t spend enough time talking to their carbon-fixing houseplants. But first Rüst may have to address a more mundane matter. When the spikes dug in, Rüst says, she noticed that the device “doesn’t hurt that much.”




Hello hello! I though it pertinent to cut and paste the update to all ya'll, stat!.. The SLowBoken tour has been completed. YEEaHA!!
Yesterday was the longest day of the tour; I lit out from Philadelphia at 9 or so and just made the George Washington bridge by midnight when they lock the bike path (?!). It dumped rain all day long, and I got fairly lost around Newark, which surely helped to bump the days mileage past 110. None the less I was pretty stoked to be pumped all day long, and determined early on that I was going for it, two days earlier I had come to the same conclusion, stompn' out a century to arrive in Philly at midnight. Needless to say I was happy as could be, warm and wet and STomPN!
My theory that traffic is lesser at night proved to be true, but having to ride on some pretty big fast roads negated night benefit to some degree and it demanded quite a bit of karma as well. Aand the pre full moon was decidedly not bright. My main man Ivin was true to his word and towed me in. He rode over to Jersey and dragged me up the final painful climb of the palisades to catch the bridge before the witching hour. Not to mention leading the next hour through Manhattan and Brooklyn towards the cold beer.

I'm happy to say I pedaled every inch from Seattle to Brooklyn on the ol' John Wayne Pain Train and suffered no significant setbacks. 3 months and 5 days of sweeet stompn' will undoubtedly take a while to set in, but suffice it to say, I'm deeply grateful for the opportunity and the support for the SlowBoken tour; and the life changing aspects could not be overstated. I would certainly recommended a big 'ol tour to anyone with the chance.
Lots of swell folks along the way and I'm indebted to all those who helped me from afar. I stayed indoors with people approximately once per state and which also happened to be my shower rate HA!
Brooklyn is looking good, with plenty of blue sky, . And for the next moment or two, I'll be maxn' and relaxn'!


No.. sleep.. till G'wööd?

I got 40 more miles in the rain y dark to the gw bridge from which point I coast the next couple 10 miles through manahata island over to Brooklyn, and I will me gettin no sleep till Brooklyn

SlowBoken fall tour USA

Slowest Boken Century

Well it would probably not be particuarly slowbokenish of me to end the tour with two centuries, but there are one hundred miles remaining from philly to brooklyn, it's raining with ice forecasted, I'm knockin back some donuts, and I'm stoked to be pumped to be STompN! So we'll just have to play it by year.... WhooHOOOOOO
Xoxox Slappy


Sloboken, New Jerseys

It may seem kind of odd to have brand new cycling jerseys just before Christmas, but we had to get them right, and we're still working on the long-sleeved ones. Come pick yours up. Color-wise, you're out of the woods with good ol' Merican Red White and Blue this year. Patriotism and Santa really go well together.

I sent out an e-mail saying, "Suck in yer gut, the New Jerseys are here." and Hump wrote back, "I'm proud of my gut, thank you very much. It is also proud of me, in one sense."



ok new slideshow, to yer right, , gosh


hi there, so ok, here;s somee plannsss. . m name is slappy fromsLOWBoKEN and i'm just about to newyork. almost ok
So departing CampHIll, arrrivin in philly in a couple o days, and then post kickinit that way, i'' head fer brooklyn in a couple days
aand then i'll roll in for the full moon cruizer. so if youre out riding bikes on the full moon, we may well just be riding under the fullmoooon together! hooooray



had the photohoppin' optinz been a bit better youd understand this purple bag on the bars, corvoisier? and the fellow gettn down on it below at the water side, . Harrisburg, Pa


FMC lookin for volunteers to be PBR drinking reindeer - if interested pick up application at Sopris Park 8pm Friday 12th


holly, jolly, ho, hoe,"Ho" whaducallme? merry c, happy h,
festivus 4 the rest of us - grab u're lights & bells - we've got a sleigh to ride - that's right my jolly little StoMpaz - polish your red noses & see you next Friday!



What I Want for Christmas

What I want for Christmas is 10% of Carbondale (about 600) on the moonlight cruise in June/ July. Happy people, small people, old people, normal people and wretched people. All of them cruising (more than standing around) in fine merriment and making animal noises.

With the Stompas, like sheep dogs, keeping them together and riding and feeling safe and happy.

Lights and sounds galore. The sound bike needs radio, so we can play (take over) KDNK -- or we could share a playlist and start it in simultaneity. So I want one of these, and you should too. (notice aux input and Mic. Jack)



back to my original point

fuck pc's and fuck microsoft tooooo


oooh yeah and of course as ya'll can imagine, it paines me no end to not supplement/overwhelm all this blabber with photos upon untold photoz but as could be expected the ipone is tooo smart to ever upload jack smack to any of teh fine peoples computadoraz i've encountered, and thus , it'll be a while. . .xoxox slappy


well slowboken has reached easterly lands thatz fer sure..11degreez the other night, not in the toasty confines of my sleepin' bag though.. passed through kentucky, where i was hosted by bradz pal brad y lisa, and then a fellow named eddie.. and onto ohio, where i been cold kickin it with atilla and mary in athens and and and
and so those out there on the roads who ask me what i'm upto, what my mission is, whether or not i'm 'like forest gump' its occured that among other things, i'm very very lucky for the opportunity and support to undertake a tour of this duration...
but the simplest answer is that i'm just gettin' a head start on the cold dark simple times that ought to lie ahead, that will be vehemently fought by the masses unwilling to give up there creature comforts that allow them to exist in a climate controlled exertion free vacuous place where comfort is the degree to which you need not do much..
so i'm just gettin' a head start is all.. and handily vacationing at the same time..
of course along the way are plenty of friendly folks i've encountered, who've put me up and so forth, well aware of the implications of this society's consumptive ways and soforth, doing their part to eat local consume less think forward and be good, but it would appear they're not in the majority, as opposed to cross country cool weather bikers who outnumber crosscountry alpaca riders by a significant margin - today i wuz lucky enough to encounter some fine fellows fighting the good fight at the athens ohio bike co-op and they helped me overcome a tired tyre and a lack of homebrew while they worked on the yellowbike taxi bike fleet, destined to be disrespected and generally trashed by the pro partying peoplez of ohio university who the bikes will surely benefit,,, fight the good fight.. in any event there are some lovely websites that will surely make you happy and i will go enjoy dinner so uhh peas out

newsdissector ^dot com
radicalsimplicity (dot org
yomomma #dotdot



YA, YA YA, YA MONEY, YACLOPS, YA-CLOPS HYPHEMA OR EVEN Da`VID - however you may know him, he seems to be celebrating the turning over of yet another year - so join in w/ a big shout out to Ya - Happy StomPaLicious Birthday!!


Honk Honk

Hay there kidz, Slappy from SLowBOken here, signing in from a landline outside of Jasper Indiana.. Yeehaa, well the SLowBoken tour continues to astound and amaze, not least of, moi; and I've yet to grow tired of this enterprise, despite slogging through a day of record rain yesterday,, a day after some a-hole Albion Illinois cop woke me up at 10:30 pm to kick me out of the town park, (mustn't forget to send him a note).. andand-and, here i sit, at a friend of a friends' house digesting some vitels and tip type tapping away. A couple hours before the 'bonedale bumz head out full-moon a cruisin'. Not me, that's past my bedtime, I'll be faast asleep. In any event, the cold is supposedly approaching, right as i get into the swing of warmshowers.org! A sweet website out of Canada that offers 'hospitality for touring cyclists' and an interactive map to link the 6000 plus members. get on, scroll around and then contact the people in the way, people who are free to offer whatever they like, from the aforementioned warm shower to an all organic dinner/breakfast as Blue and Craig were kind enough to provide me with in St. Louis. So that's pretty sweet and I recommend anyone who'd put up a fellow stompR ought to sign up just cuz' In any event this country is pretty big, hopefully on the right track now, and accessible to anyone who feels like taking it in. Someone asked when I last saw someone i knew, (BRN in steamboat), and my mom wondered if I'm lonely yet,(nope). Truth be told, without the magic phone and the ability to chat and email I probably would be more susceptible to that sort of thing, but as it is, I continue to enjoy SLowBoken and the opportunity for longD solo action. It's more than halfway over though, that's for sure, and thanks to another BRN pal, I've got a party in Louisville on Saturday night, so onwards an upwards. .hope all is well for the rest of the STOmpErZ round the world. which brings me to the next bright idea, just keep on riding right around the world.. right?!?. peas slappy


& as the snow begins to fall, with no moon to be seen, here it is....

do these magnets tickle ANYONE's memory????

the next full moon...

the next full moon is nov 13th @ 1:15 am... May end up being another double header cruiser ride. Bring your winter woolies and pray for snow!


RallyO Ze Dead from R2's point of view....

so yeah, as SSteveZ mentioned, i too was swept up in the rubble that was the Rally of the Dead. i indulged (to excess) all that the Rally had to offer & well, must have crossed that fine line...because i vomited up a whole pile of memories & this is what it looked like.....don't get any on your shoes & go here: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=9238&l=81267&id=1067850299 for all my pix from DUrangoooooo


Rallee O Ded

Well-o-well we had a very nice time with the incroyablement tight Durango crew.
Thanks to Doom, Chad, Bailey, BenZ and the vast array of stompaz who looked convincingly creepy, and who were for all purposes dead and dying... to get on and stay on top of the bikes, the music, the ball.
Ya & Rx2 were instrumental and instructional, and together we made for the best DFL Polo POny Team, melting in the sun...

BenZ's roommate is to be congratulated for making it to Vegas? and for letting a certain stompa crash in his room. I explained that I had brought a bag of soot that I would be using as a pillow, so he needn't worry about his sheets getting blackened. He wasn't convinced. His last words before hitting the road at 1:30 AM were,
"Really... wash your face."

Uh, D9. Uh-huh.


Catch ya on the flip sidesuckaz!



So far, despite the fear mongering weather heads, SlowBoken has been decidedly delightful, with nary a flake of the snow I'm told is arriving everyday. So last night in Kansas was perhaps appropriatley, the most raucuous weather yet. While I crossed the time zone watching lightning off to the south east I failed to notice how much lighning there happened to be to the north west. Upon setting up a fairly minimal camp next to some hay bales I called Ivin and remarked on the 360 degree lightning show and stars above. Of course that didn't last long and the wind that proceeded to buffet my wee bivy sack, along with the rain and hail, (but no snow!) was unlike any I can recall, and not just in SlowBoken. In any event it's almost a tail wind and onwards I proceed, with Kansas so far as the most wicked weather yet.

Los Ponys de Chichiquilote

In the way back car culture of Mexico, there is hope. Get yer vert on with a tall bike of the tandemnest sort, replete with skateboard deck and integral ladderwayz. Looks like you could get 4 Stompaz on and inside the frame of this rolling pyramid easily... or maybe 10 zombies.
..and yer defintely gonna be bowlegged after ridin this bici!
Viva la Dia de los Muertes!
Heartz & Skullz,


iponey bloggnz

aaah snap, does this in fact portend that ipone can blog? If so than that's pertty schweet, cuz if I recall correctly, a month ago this here wuz unpossible. Aanywho, I'm not out of colyrado for another 40 someodd miles ~ aanywho all that notwithstanding, if Devon plans on ending a consecutive run of bonedale fullmoon cruiserz numbering somewhere in the 50ish region; because he says so?! then someone better give him a big ol wedgy from moi. That's all have a nice day. Peas m



Well I woke up with the appropriate sun angle, that's to say low and early and being down towards pueblo and all that low elevation goodness, I was actually quite toasty this mornin'. So I gave myself a haircut, dispensing with quite a bit of hair from the top and general cycling cap/headphone/helmet area, (viz. Not the back, crucial mullet sun protector underway) of course the picture does little justice to my mad skillz and the volume of hair floating 'round camp, hopefully my mom doesn't make me go get it cleaned up before my next meeting! alas it appears like 66.6 degrees f with sun, will be the forecast for the foreseeable future in slowboken peas slappy


The parabolic rise of the STOMPAZ.

STarted in 61st, and ended up 25th.
Hardcore data meanin' only that a stompa will stomp 'eh.


Hey, SteveZ here.
There was sure a lot to duck this past weekend...
It helpstohave a stomparilla on yer head. Actyually, its more of a hazard than anything.


4 those who've been-a-askin..... 24 hr photos can be found here:


Rolling out into a new world after last weekend...
Congratulations to the Stompa SS CRew of MHayes, DariNirad, YaYasofer, & the Back of Hollen, whatever that is. DeveRoe and Rx2 were instrumental and invaluable.
The stompaLuv was flowing at an all time high. Yeah, I just said "All time high."

Everyone stepped up to the tall bike/sound bike/singlesteed and rocked it hard. The offering to the rock gods will hopefully be well-received, and BenZ owes me for jerseys anyways. SteveZ wrote a guestbook entry to Will and Judy explaining the finer points of abdominal modern art, though MC says it's not done. So we need to go back and finish it!

Well-o-well, we've all had a very nice time stompin' with a certain MC (aka BICI-SLAP) in the great state of mind: Colorado. (Utah & Cali were purrty good, too)

Alas, leaving the state of Colorado and entering yer own private... Kansas?
..and Brad conceived a round-the-state counterclockwise circlin' turd. Beautiful. Brad, yer on the hook for what will always be known as the Great Turd Analogy. Oh, yeah. Yer in trouble. Look at that skullbunny and stare it down.

I offer to flip the lever again, and flush the dang thing. into the rest of the country? the world?
We're back to Original Plan to meet up in Hoboken.

Hoboken? Fond memories: I got my jacket stolen there in 1982. yep... Y'all were learnin' how to walk/talk/stomp??

Rally-O-Dead will go on, as will a lot of other stuff on bikes. BenZ, Doom, Chad, Bailey will be assisted.

I got on the supah-tall bike this morning for some post-apocalyptic stompin' therapy. Always works. Workin' it out, Ponderin'...and off to the down-south of Mexico for a spell.

BigStompaLuv to all.



hay aalright, just taking the opportunity to enjoy some indoor company and the like here in Frisco Co with Tim and Jenn, friendz o' Eben and Jean. And it would seem that I'm listenin' to a MANtis radio dj by the name of DJ PAYperCUT who may or may not be DJ VARgolas playing some off the hook latino funk bidnesss. . aanywho just so yah know. this stompa was eventually swayed by one pBRNz analogy that i would be a turd unable to be flushed out of Co if i proceeded west and south and a bit east, basically all the way around Co to durango. and so i didn't. and easterly i head, bound for pueblo and kansas in a couple dayz. . so yah i'll be back for sswcDUHrango09 so that will work. .

STOMPaz o moab. .strong work, couldn't have been more pleased to watch the realtime progress and watch ya'll get spanked by a girl, (and the usual cast of Ut bums who always win single rigid) and VIP it so strong and I B especially pleased that a gift painting was gifted to the fantastic souls who put stompaz up in such vip conditions.. so that's some strong work out there. i'll return to gaze upon said painting and stomp moab again sometime in ze future. .hopefully with a full contingent of tall bike racerz or something. .sheeesh peas m

humm-SO many to choose from, best Moab memory? Blastin into race staging w/35mph head-wind on the tall bike, BoomBike/StomParillaz abounding

DOUBLE CLICK on this fancy little sTomPa collage to c 24hrz of Moab from my psylilly support-crew point of view..... fun & more was had by all.


24 hours of STOMPIN'

Stompa ScubaSteve, our unoffical offically great leader of our pack of delinquent bike lovers never haters pbr drinking representation of STOMPARILLAZ in Moab. There sure are a lot of minutes in 24 hours. Although i did not race, Deveroe here, i surely put down a few hard pedal strokes while riding my xtra loaded down with camera gear for 18 of the 24 hours that i was out shooting, supporting and general mischief.

More to come... If you are lucky.


1-month 0stmpn'

aaand I'm almost back where i used to beee. . Yup, Slappy from SlowBoken here in Ol' ColyRado once again. And I guess it's cool here, sheesh! SteamBoat SPrings, specifically, at the Chateau Orton, a friend o' my Pops, and a devoted cyclist, who, as a matter of fact, has been kind enough to host some StOMpaz more than once. This particular visit though, I'm quite a bit more grateful for, due to a fairly real desire to soak in ze tub and streeetch on ze yoga flooorz. (Versus shredding steamboat on BIgfeet at the age of 11 and going powder cat skiing on a Stat 6 race board, spending the bulk of the time upside down; not nearly as grateful then).

A month of STOmpn' as of October 7th, and in Wyoming was I, aboard the John Wayne Pain Train as per usual. Due to my appreciation of the smallest population, (Vermont being #2), and a far grander scale to be sure, I was most pleased to take some back roads through Wyoming. Yellowstone, not being one of those. Atlantic City to Jeffery City, quite a pleasure, and given the Easterly bearing, the only significant Tail wind of SLowBOken Wy. Upon heading south through Rawlins, epic side winds were rather constant, and when returning to dirt again along Wy 71, quite often of the head wind variety.

Full on, out of the saddle, in the drops, swerving, uphill head wind, stompn'. Boy oh boy am I one lucky boy. At least that's a good thing to remind ones' self during days in the ol' pain cave.

Wyoming to Colorado was performed in a day, although by dirt road the border was not specifically marked and it seemed people were still flying Wyoming flags long after my WY tourist map had supposed a border occurrence had occured. IN any event the final 30 mi of my journey to steam boat were a matter of elevation loss, (having gained plenty from said border-land), but not "all down hill as the helpful shopkeeper in Columbine had informed me. And of course, with a head wind, non downhill down hill is pretty much just another thirty. ANd of all the lovely dinner guests to join me in SteamBoat, pBRN as he's apparently now known or DustyKNeez, was sufficiently easy to cajole into a sleep over, with fine steaks enjoyed with Mia Fulton of the greater RF valley; PBR and Zissou screening post hot tub etc. etc. All in all, pretty sweeeeeeet. .

There doesn't seem to be a longer and more ridiculous way to peruse Co than by surfing the western slope to duhrango for the rally of the dead, perhaps when I find a map I'll flip that coin. Tomorrow seems a good one.

STomp on to a certain band o stompaz. they're currently in 2nd at moab, despite the long standing SS rigid team having revamped with a supposedly less tiresomely fast crew, (including a lady whose whuppin stmpz no prob) but in 2nd they seem destined to remain. Excellente. .

Onwards and Upwards, and Peas in the South. . slappy





A word from our SSWC champion...

Dudes and Dudettes,
Here is the schedule for the sweetness. Spread the word. We are looking for
a looking for a title sponsor for the Live awards show on Saturday night. We
have a week before we make the poster. Yep, crunch time.

Rally of the Dead

October 21st Tuesday, Movie Premiere,
Never Forget the Feeling, by Chase Orrick@Abbey Theatre, a film
documenting the 2008 Durango DEVO junior development team, doors open at
6pm. $8

October 23rd Thursday, Tour de Mort
Group ride to awaken the Dead, meet at Durango Cyclery at 530pm
Bring tons of beer and smokes

October 24th Friday, The Zombie Ball and Bike Porn Film Tease
@ the Powerhouse Museum, $10 to enter, 21 and over, doors open at 7pm
with DJ Tricerahops and the Rainbow Machete Skate Crew. Beer donated by beer

October 25th Saturday, Rally of the Dead stage race
Registration at 945-10am at Stoner Park, $6.66 entry fee, (5$ for
Pologeist,) Race at 10amish, event duration will be around 4hours, 1.5
riding. Insured under Russ at DC, Hogsback HC and DH at around noon.

October 25th Saturday at 10pm, Live Awards Show
@ the Abbey Theatre, music and awards, open to the public at $10.00 a
head, Soft Hands from Long Beach, CA and Tunnel from San Francisco will be
playing for us. You can check out their myspaces if you want. After party to

October 26th Sunday, Pologeist
10am at Buckley Park, the 4th annual polo tournament. 5$ a head, will
play till 2pm

So get the weekend off of work
Tell your friends

Is it a frog? or a moose?

a froga MOOOOSE!!


Ooh Say can U seeeee?

Hola yah uuuh you know perhaps when in tour mode off of paved roads, or in caves or something, I'll feel more isolated when meeting people, but out here in slowboken, despite hour after hour of solo time, it seems as if I'm pretty much a perpetual gabber with any and everyone. Who knows, aaanyway since the StompArillaz have been so generous to me, I thought it pertinent to mention some equally good company encountered along the way. In reverse order.

Pinedale, Wy in the midst of a natural gas boom is seeing the hordes of gas workers and their cute lil trucks renting out whole hotels for five years at a time an so forth. None the less, when I visited as a young pup, The Great Outdoors Outfitters were the shop I remember and the proprietors came and visited in Vermont once upon a long while back. In any event, despite traffic diversions and such, the first store I found upon entering Pinedale this afternoon was still owned by Rex and Linda and they were more than happy to put this StomPa up, with laundry, shower, and computing service to boot! And a claimed recollection of my former 3' tall self as well, good stuff.

Jackson (butt)Hole on the other hand is surely exciting when the cliffs are skiable but fairly boring in the off season. That is of course if you've come from the RF valley and are pretty sick and tired of the sole issue a town seems to talk about, being growth and all it entails, when lots of rich people are there to grow it. Booooring. Anyway the night prior at Jackson Lake I was lucky enough to run into one Jack Mctee(?) who'd been out fishn' with two poles, just so the fish would start biten' on whichever one he switched from. Upon hereing the details of SlowBoken and determing similar east coast roots, Maine-VT, he proceeded to ransack his mini van, loading me up with granola bars, bottled water, and a banana! What a Guy. Oh and a generous moose woke me up and didn't stomp me for breakfast. Aaand Scooba speedily sent a replacement tyre to JH too- Generocitiosiousness-est!

And young Cody who hadn't much of a clue what he was getting into, riding his new rather large looking C'dale cross bike from W. Yellowstone Mt to Salt Lake City, had crashed and promptly lost intrest in said ride. He was unscathed and awaiting a ride on the south end of yellowstone and offered up his stash of powerbars while recovering with a cigarette. It of course doesn't take much to get me wound up about bikes, but he asked for, and duly recieved, all the web addresses and pertinent info on converting his bike into a reasonable touring machine and getting the crap off his back that toppled him into the ditch.

It was within the Yellowstone confines that I also met Jack and Monica, ex pat's who'd gone to Canada to prepare for the apocalypse 30 yrs ago and continued to live the dream as far as I could tell. Along with insiting that 27 was the best age, ("25 yer still dumb") they had me meet them at their camp down the road and fed me, well and hailed a young swiss couple to make it a party. I had Jack Daniels too offer, which was well recieved, ("the 'mericans didn't get it all wrong!") and Jack and I chatted deep into the night with the final advice being, "the only thing they can't take away is yer experiences, so you better make 'em count" check.

SOo yah, lots of generocity out here in SlowBoken, and a pleasure all. Seems that most of those I meet on the road are pretty unconcerened along with me about the journey and so forth, were as the contingent I communicate with from afar still may be a bit anxious as to my time line, (need to know basis.) And onwards I be stompn' - - peas Slappy from SlowBoken


BiciPolo 1 on 1

Yeah, Diesel 'n I got the skills going last night. Well, almost. Dan, Can you snap it in the tire?
Glad to report a gentlemanly game, well almost. Dan, could you get your bike unhooked from mine?
Shouldbe a Tournament at Rally of the Dead, so come out and sharpen those skillz.

Lots of discussion on sound bike designs. Some blueboard, a surfboard, and I'me fine...thanks to El Jeff, Ya, RoGer, & Katfish.


SkulBunneez from the Deep

"Sure stopped me in my trax, this particular smear did. As the resemblance, in perspective, to a stompa skull seemed a bit strange. And while the love safety emblem has always been understood the skull is perhas a missive on what the flip side may hold. For whatever got smeared probably would have prefered a little more lovin' safety."

"The road is speaking to us, saying, "Don't Fuck with ME."
Severiously, though, the message is fairly clear.... the flip side is always right in front of us, and we rarely consider how quickly we could be commun icating via a roadkill grafikz. (To the stompamasses: Let me know immediately if stuff you draw ends up on the highway with heart-shaped teeth...)"


Sarah Palin is terrible just ask Matt Damon



Shakendown SLowBoken

Soo, hordes of pictures have been uploaded and they're allll for U! Among other things the Missoula Section of SlowBoken has and continues to be sweeeet. A friend of a friend, Jordan, was kind enough to put me up, and we've hit it off famously. Thus far I've spent some QT at a sweet bike shop, The Bike Doctor, and they were kind enough to accept my new front rack shipment, and allow me to install it. Generally I am confident in any shop with paintings, and this one had two big ones and they were excellent. SO much so that I continued my wrenching program, which I've been slowly taking care of, and installed a new chain, cassette, derailuer pulleys, and will hopefully make it across without having to do so again. EC and Marlayna(?) the beau proprietors were also unloading kegs of fine local brew and having a B-day party which I was only too happy to attend. The back of the shop has a sweet yard and they had dug up an old barrel in which a fire roared, and I managed to get sufficently drunk-ed. ENough so that I was in top form at about 1 when a law enforcement officer of the highest order pulled me over. It was true that I was without lights, but he was unaware of this stomparillaz excellent drunk biking skillz and I carried on without any trouble after a round of friendly banter; He said he was a county cop and the coroner and didn't want to have to deal with my corpse. Yes sir sirsir..

Amidst the partyin' crew were a couple of goofalopes on extended tour from Vermont of all places, drivin' their truck around the west shreddin singletrack on their single speedz, so we talked the talk and they were directed to Durango for the Rally of the Dead , and the renowned Stompa timing continued to prove itself with a chance run in with another touring crew, who just happened to be those same Pisgah bums we kicked it with at Freds well in the Nevada Desert and at sswc in napa. SOo we all managed to just about get hit by cars saturday morining during missoula homecoming madness spotting each other in the streets.

It was also swell to excercise my 'Mericaness and do some shopping for rocks and other important things I would like to carry. Nothing like a bike tour to make shopping a challenge, as if it wasn't enough. Annywho, as per SlowBoken protocol, I planned on leaving on Saturday, but managed to lay about long enough that Sunday it shall be. For thousands of words check pix. .peas


Ceci n'est pas un Jerszee

SSonly a proof of a jersey yet to come...



shakedown sT

'Don't tell me this town don't got no heart,,, you just gotta poke around!'

Yup Slappy from Slowboken here just signin' in from MIssoula minutes after the day of my birth, (which i was just told makes me 27 not 28, so that's funny, I am waaay ahead of schedule) While I supposedly completed the Shakedown St. portion of SLowBoken a lil while back, this is the first computadora access I've had in a while, (not to mention shower, shave, car ride, potluck, midnight, etc.) ANd it's only been 11 days! Or somethin' wheeew

So just do me a favor alright, given any opportunity to tour anything, anywhere, for any period of time, by bike, fucking do it. Ok? Ok.

The Photoz will follow, IB takin' tomorrow off expressly for bacon and bloggn', but howz about a little run down, hmmm?

Contrary to mud shark mythology, I do require sleep and post SSWC, post burnin'Man, post SeattleStompn' (not to mention post C'dale exodus) I did need some sleep and subsequently turned off ze phone, escorted Anna & Justin(bunnyHawk) out of their humble abode, and went to sleep in seattle, thus my departure was SunDay Sept 7th. On the first day, after painlessly finding my way out of Seattle and into the wee burg of Preston, Wa the Shakedown began.

PBR, or Preston Bike Repair happened to be located a matter of feet past the location of my first flat, and Bolton Peck the proprietor, former Dead tour-er and ostensibly stay at home dad, happened to not only have the 170 mm Campy triple cranks that I needed in the back shed which was his sweet shop, but was also willing to trade for the 175's racing triples my short little legs didn't intend on spinning across 'merica. SO the Shakedown began at the heart of the drivetrain and included a new BB, which was also a J&B bargain Campy wannabe that already creaks like a mother.. Aaanyway, on day 1 I was able to put to use some of my hard earned skills and help shut down a bike shop drinking beer, with the aformentioned parts bolted onto my whip..

A couple miles down the road after Pbr was the begining of the rail-trail that I would ride for much of Washington. A singletrack switchbacked up to where the old bridge used to be and I was almost fatally crushed under the Xtra at the crux of the biscuit.. Atop the climb, the rail trail was paved with mowed shoulders and dreamy moist pacific forest. More or less at the very begining of said trail the Shakedown tour de Slowboken continued with my choosing to camp immediatley next to a spring on a lovely bit of lawn. In the morning I managed to watch the Xtra tip over directly onto my new helmet and put a full on spider crack in it that robbed any integrity, as my Pops' says, "good thing yer heads not a vital organ."

From there I was more or less alone on the former Chicago St Louis Railway line for a hundred plus miles, no cars, virtually no other people, and regular refueling opportunities; divine to say the least. As I got farther from the ocean and the moisture dissipated and the density of the trail decreased. The final 20 miles to the columbia river at Vantage where through a sandy desolate section of army traing grounds and it was there that my whip aquired its new name; The John Wayne Pain Train. (JWPT) Oh yeah at some point the trail is called the John Wayne Pioneer trail and railroad grade can be pretty rugged when your skinny lil tires are doing nothing but causing trouble in soft sand and the couple hundred pounds of Xtra cycle baggage react disrespectfully to just about everything. SHakedown St. So anyway the Cascades were gorgeous, not least of all because there were no cars to distract me, and the JWPT got nicer.

I slept under a bridge, off down a little rabbit trail, next to a sign in the desert, in a fallow field, and behind a delapitated barn. The Shakedown was succesful in figuring out the packing scheme for the XTra, (where it can be ridden with no hands) and in rattling loose any shit I didn't need, which I don't know about. Actually I turned around for a while to get one of the Specialguyz gloves of Hollenbacks and for my towel on two seperate occasions. Worth it.

Even until I was at the locked gate it seemed that the John Wayne Pioneer Trail had outdone itself, ( it is a State Park after all (the Iron Horse Park - rail corridor))) BUt when I reached the old railbridge that went across the Columbia River it was a no go, and it was there that the
SHakedown St. reached it's supposed conclusion. A hundred someodd miles (not that I'M counting) of sweetness, not least of which being the Snowqualmie tunnel, (A 2 mile tunnel under Snowqualmie pass accessible only to those non mechanized users on the trail) BUt I had to cross the Columbia on I-90. And so powering up ze phonepodderthing and eating a burger to fortify in Vantage I cowboyed up and dropped the hammer for the mile long bridge of 2x2 traffic with a NO shoulder. And the twoside by side tractor trailers whosomehow gave me the inches I needed will forever be my pals. And then off into the Washington Farm Country, traversing through lovely, albeit economically depressed, farm country down to Clarkson and Lewiston where I crossed into Idaho.

SNorky had told me that the first part of the Slowboken tour would hurt, then it would get better and eventually it would feel like I'd never done anything else, (not there yet) But he also said he might ride with me through Idaho. Well it's too bad he didn't because Rt 12, although a logging truck corridor, is also a wild and scenic river corridor for 70 miles, and the truckers must be used to bikers because I was given plenty of berth throughout. It was in the Wilderness and the Nez Perce reservation, after the first week, that the initial pain cave dwelling began. Culminating I suppose, on my birthday with 30 mi of headwind into Missoula.

None the less, my friend of friend, Jordan, has been uberly accomadating and we were off to a delicious pot luck shortly after touchdown, from which farts continue to emanate.

BUt the SlowBoken is in full effect and the Slideshow will be close to follow. Goodnight and good luck, Slappy from Slowboken



CALLING ALL STOMPAZ - $5 TO ANYONE WHO CAN RECALL WHERE THEY MIGHT HAVE SEEN THIS SIGHT BFORE (muy bueno, muchas gracias SS Harding & JeffeLope)......HMMM, mayBe show up to BICI POLO thurs 6PM @ the soccer fields 133 & Weant to see if you can claim the dough, but it'll cost you 11 PBRs, so come bearing (gifts, not teeth)


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ka KAA!?!!!

Do U like bicicletas? Do U like photos with bicis in them? Do U like CO???? Welp there is a pretty schaweeeeet! magazine that is produced and printed right here in our beautiful mile high state. Say what?! That's right, Mountain Flyer Magazine is locally grown and distributed for your reading and viewing pleasures. Now where can i find this mag you ask? At your stompa headquarters THE ONE AND ONLY GEARX <- that's in gwood ya know! The tenth issue of Mountain Flyer Magazine is set to come out just as soon as they cool from the presses.

Rising Son

Drive Your Bike Well

Ok. So you're on the road. Precisely.

Just You and Xtra. And every damn soul you've ever loved.
Like any trip, you may enter the darkness, the lonliness, and there is something to learn there.
But you being you, you'll be more in the joyful bonanza of the moment.
The hills will be tall, but for every up there's a down. Exactly. Sea level to sea level.
I hope that you sing, and that the fucking wind is kind.

I suggest you ride early, then go out to breakfast, where you can ask locals about today's road. Once full, hammer till afternoon. Buy a hoagie roll and fixin's at the grocery store, then feast, in a park, and then yes...Nap. Picnic tables are perfect for this. Just lay right on the wood and sleep. Or on a rock by a river. Then when you wake, you will be fresh and riding away from the setting sun, watching your shadow grow unbelievably large.

Avoid beer and bars, maybe babes (as much or as little as possible) , as they slither your energy. Stop at every farm stand you see. This is optimal fuel, and you can eat four apples or plums in an afternoon, easy. Stretch all the time. People will offer you places to sleep, almost always accept.

Then, when darkness settles in, find your tiny patch of woods; be it near a river, a park, or a cemetery. The latter being the most restful. Lay out your bag, wash if you can, then make a tiny hot fire to heat tea or some soup. Eat some more, and then sleep.

Ride Eat Stomp Sleep Ride Eat Stomp Sleep Ride Eat Dream Stomp Sleep Ride Eat Love Stomp Sleep Ride Eat Stomp Sleep Sing Ride Eat Stomp Sleep Ride Eat Coast Stomp Sleep Ride Eat Stomp Believe Sleep Ride Eat

Thanks for keeping us posted. Clearly.

Slo 冒 ( Böken) = AvVentura

Porfavor this is slappy outta slowboken rockin out here in the land of jah. 20% remain whatevz. 99 cent burger today I walked with one ofvthe hand notated photocopied year book pages from
Yore. The proprietytrss was wearing a Howard dean shirt and asked if mine was Canadian, no mine was British, shesaid they looked alike used to be a territory. It only occurre out here in big tall tree country that the canadian flag is a maple leaf in purple and pink. I guess I shoulda knpwed the aeronbarz had it in for the new lrgr hlmt which was promptly destroyed on mornin2 by said deadliest arroz on planet slowboken peas. Slappy


Tour De Fat???

The stomparillaz sound bike traveled with the gearx crew to fort collins. It was by far the best decision i have made in a while. Random dance parties are SWEET! we would stop in random spots, park the bike and start dancing. When you are jamming killer music load from a bike it is hard for people to not join in. Thanks Scuba Steve for letting the baby travel!

*yes, this is a complete copy and paste from the gearx blog. i am lazy. thank you.



Toyboat by Yoko with Antony


SO the progress is nearly constant for all of those in the know. . and I myself and badly deserving of a nap if i do say so myself. I'll tell you what, this world is in a real big hurry. It's been said recently that the melee is approaching and pretty much everyone is off in their predictions of just when what and how will go down. noduh, predicting the future is a horribly hurrying enterprise, because the more one predicts, the more crucial it seems to be to get to the future and confirm the predictions. This can be a fairly tedious excercise unless you HURRYUP! and get their already; the future that is, sheesh what's the big rush? You only're only gonna do it once, proceed that is. Eventually you'll have all the time you want to speculate over the past.
And anyone in need of straight answers, step right up. It would appear prescient to follow my mothers advice, and the fat sack of maps she bestowed upon me, otherwise known as the transamerica trail, and or the Bruce WIllis memorial xtracycle hiway..
Andssooooo if you look to your right you'll find links and maps of said route. And unfortunatley cruising altitude is hard to predict in the future, but be assured I'll know when i get there, and shortly thereafter, so will you. Or no wait, I'l predict the future peachily and just in the nick of time. ANd of course due notice will be given prior to entry into a certain colyrado and given a certain propensity for future predicting, i see gaggles of xtrastompaz galavanting in the breeze and the treez. WHich of course
sounds real nice. . . . peas

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