& 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.

moab stompin'

check out the story and photos yo!

Catch ya on the flip sidesuckaz!

4SlappyBySteveZ

wind

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,
Sz

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

ShipShape'n'Shorn

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.

St'Z<<

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:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=8541&l=69eb0&id=1067850299

Post-ApocoLIPS!

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.

stmpnKDNK

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

FMCeeeee!

YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, SOMEONEZ GOTTA
STOMP ROUND HERE....

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
company.

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
follow.

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
Cheeney

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.

Calling all STOMPAS!

BiciPolo 1 on 1

SnappDRaggonWhatev.
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

MC:
"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."

Scooba:
"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

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anxkrm9uEJk

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...
Nearfinalfinal?

Frontal






Derriere

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

THE FUTURE IN THE DARK'S SO BRIGHT U BTTR WEAR SHADES

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)

Did you lose your bike???

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Whazzat?

A full moon is rising...

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
Stomp...

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.

slappy

Toyboat by Yoko with Antony

wooooonandon

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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SLowBOken Seattle

gRRRRrrrR, preparation and timing certainly do have a way about coming together, or something.. WheW, just in time.. . . thanks to Justin the coffee has just begun to course through my veins and the future again starts to look bright, so bright i gots to wear shades. . SO far the adventurous stompaventure has been decidely fantastical at all points, perhaps a reverse rundown, no? Last night Justin-bunnyhawk-Howell was invited to a Dead Babyz bike ride, which we happily obliged, only to find yet another bike club where preperation and timing are more or less null and void. Which is coool, that's cool. We kicked it around the bars with them and rode their tall bikes and swing bikes, and pretty much raced through the middle of them at a hundred the couple times they rode down the hill. Apparantley Justin takes back any thoughts he may have had about trying to trade in his Stomparillaz AARP membership for a DeadBaby patch to put on his back. . SO for my third-ish and last night in Seattle we pretty much tied one on unknowingly and now i'm ready to start riding bikes i guess, with the most squelchy hangover thus far on the adventursome adventure. thanks for the cofffeee. . . bunnyhawk, did I mention that Justin gots a stompame like it or not? yup he's the BUnny HAWk, amde out of 50% BearMEAT 30% BUnny meat, and 30% HAWk MEat, that's what he says, I can't argue.

Continuing back into the past, a little bit of stompluv was injected, or should i say vaporized into the world the otherish night by the BUNnyHAwk. We enjoyed quite a time at the Burlesque show where my pal JamesRz' lady was a fire breathing star. Shortly thereafter while waiting for some debriefed late night burgers a very rustily chained bicycle rolled up and I offered him some chain lube while the BUnnyHAwk insisted on a mullet paint job on his bike. WHich was nice I guess, although a friendly frosted tipped bystander insited that the Hawkz' painting style was too splotchy and he proceeded to operate the rattle can which was nice




Seattle was also the location in where the Barbalope residez and Bhawk is knee deep in a painting trade; he got the paintings, Barb is getting carpentry action. . So we rolled over to barbz cabin and worked some new walls into being. .well they did while I heckled, and tried to spray paint on the B:HAwkz back..


And Then at about 1 or so in the morning the bike did some spend some time cold kickin' it in the pacific ocean, and then
we went in search of donuts where I was able to dumpster dive for my first significant donut haul to date and pretty much sew up any concerns and cold feet associated with the momentarily impending journey. . . And thanks to one and All in Seattle, what a grand spot to bike a bike a tour from. . .

burnman shots by doom

Hayder

HI Kidz, just cold kickin it up in seattle, slowly thinking about recovering from Burning man, not likely i guess, annyway there's a new blog out there now, what with all this unwinding, and it's all for SingleSpeedWorldzDurango 2009 ok so you should maybe check it out sometime. . xoxoxslappy http://sswd9.blogspot.com/

hiiyo so I gotta bugafy this. iPhone so I can do more than write titles so slappy

ViZ... EcouteZ...

Lots of tiny pony questions... How was it? What are we gonna do? You doin' OK? When are those confounded jerseys going to be here? Where's all my stuff? Does it hurt?
Did we all really do all that? (It did seem like 2 hours of pure fun)

Answers are coming, in the form of bici...

Howz about a tiny pony polophony fair this fair evening?

SS

AND FOR MY NEXT TRICK.....

"just in case they were'nt blown away by my dog paddle, want to show 'em i can sit up & beg too" thought SLaPpy
soundz like our boyZ had a Blast @ the SSWC 08 & r bringin it home to dURanGO for 09, let me kno if you need to borrow my dog training book so everyone's ready to impress next year on home turf & no, leg-lifting is not an acceptable trick....

stompas showin off

Originally uploaded by ahbrooks

Duran Duran GO

YaClops safety!







West Coast Report... via Tiny Pony Express:
Stomparillaz, in conjunction with the Durango contingent are proud to announce that SSWC 09 will be hosted by none other than DURANGO< COLORADO!
That means preparation and nebulousness will come together as never before, and of course the month of August will need to be set aside for STOMPIN>

SAI AH NA RA

STOMP ON SUPER DUDES!

(Originally submitted to the Valley Journal for publication on August 21, two-double-o-eight)



....By the way of the winds, my friend Max is skipping town. He's mostly everybody's friend, really, so he'll be surely missed...sorely missed...slappily missed.

In a short while, Max Cooper (A.K.A. Slappy Stompa) has made an amazing mark on the people here. Now he's flying off to the N.Y.C, to spread more of his Max-a-lopin' love. Flying by bike, that is, and swingin' through Cali on the way. Hi Ho. Don't worry, though, this aint no O-bituary. As Max put it in a recent blog post, "I'm very excited for some longD swashbuckling, but I be missing all of you and the greater bonedale-land alll ready, and I certainly won't be staying away any more than need be, SHeeesh. .. . ."

Aside from being our friend and an every-time-happy-fun guy, Max spread some amazing art, and bikes, all over the valley. He helped behind-the-scenes in a thousand events. He exemplifies a passion for life and creativity and raw human power. What he will be most never-forgotten around here for, though, aside from his way with the ladies, is the Stomparilla Brigade. That, is, the Carbondale Creative Cycling Collective. We've seen and heard them on their funny-big-party-race bikes, cruising with the full moon and all the other moons. Indeed, most of us have been a part of the Stompa Movement here and there. The motto has always been: We will not not stomp.

So what will happen to the Stomparillaz now that Max is headed out? In a word, notmuch. The Stompas can ONLY grow. Perhaps a Brigade will be formed in Brooklyn, as there is one here, and in Durango, and Hong Kong, and Helsinki. I think Max would be the first to tell you: The Stompas do not begin and end with Max. They have always been here, and they always will be. Max is simply a messenger...a goo-roo...a chosen one... picked by the Xtra-Stompa to rally us forth.

Yes, the Stompas grow each time we drive a bike. Each time we go out, in the heat or the rain or the snow, and sweat. Every time we draw on a wall, or dance in a parking lot, we are Stompin'. When we willingly enter the "pain cave", savoring it's darkness, to come out again, stronger than before. We shun the BS, in favor of what is real and funny and alive-- every time we do what we love, the Stomparillaz gain strength. So we will continue to not not stomp. And rest assured, Max will be out there, somewhere, stomping with us when we don't not.

AYE AYE AAIIEEEE!

Holycanolleeee`

HIyo party people, thank you all so much for such a good weekend, endon, and just for the record, all one needs to do is look around and see how much goodness there is here, to know that coming back is crucial, granted visiting is different that entrenchinging, whatev. . . tomorrow at 4:20 some stompaz, including myself, will be departing, so yeah, gotta lil but to do before then, HA!, but thanks, thanks for playin'. . . xoxox slappy

tandem goodness

Cool Kids

Bruce Willis and Slappy visit the Capitol

A new 'Merican hero goes on a VisionQuest with tiny Ponyz and finds The Big Bruce right here in Colyrado.

BYMax4MaxandofthePEOPLE

Ever'body rested and ready to send off our man in style?

Viz, the back of SteveZ's streetstompa
Oaktown Chinese Restaurant T-shirt.
When you're in Cali next week,
come by SSWC and ride bikes, won't you?


Hugs,

S

Playing music on a bike: That's outrageous

Bigg loudd sounddbikes! Will they be rivals or allies? Will they understand a word you say SLappy?? Placate them with paintings for the garage. Impress them with fun facts bout T&T (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trinidad_and_Tobago). Teach them the handshake..

since this is what you can look forward to @ the tIny DonkeyZ? GudBi-bYe-buy Slappy prty, i've personally decided not to attend - but all u other sTompaz bring cash for paintingz &/or haircutz & have a slappalicious good time sending the infamous one off into the wild blue Brooklyn yonder

The real reason Slappy is leaving Colorado

Longmont, Colo. -- A man claiming to be a police detective tried to get an adult novelty shop to give him free X-rated videos, saying he wanted to make sure the performers weren't under-age, authorities, said.

He made tree tries within nine days last month and was turned down each time. The store manager called the police after the third try.

Authorities said Monday that the man showed a badge and left a business card from the Longmont police "Age Verification Unit." Cmdr. Tim Lewis said there was no such unit.

It was inventive on his part, I'll give him that," Lewis said.

The business card didn't have anyone's name on it, but the store gave officers surveillance video of the man. Police are looking for him.

The man was last seen wearing a pink and red cycling jersey, baggy shorts, and Air Jordans.

SO THIS IS WHAT HAS BECOME OF HQ.....

what kinda quarters are they now? a dirtbike in the back of a sedan with nary a bicycle or any other pack-rat treasures to be seen for miles, except the bikes we were riding by on when this picture was snapped...sigh

sigh
Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[sahy] verb (used without object)
1. to let out one's breath audibly, as from sorrow, weariness, or relief.
2. to yearn or long; pine.
3. to make a sound suggesting a sigh: sighing wind.

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SEA-FOAM ROAMIN

ROAMIN HAS NEVER BEEN SO SWEET......
R.I.P. UNI-BOMBER

StoMpaCoiffures

this look, designed by TimZ Catfish Tompson, modeled by Slappy, will be available for a minimal donation of 11 PBRs & a wad of cash @ the ByBiMax Prty - be sure to bring your hair with if interested in obtaining this cutting edge style

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