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buffaloa:

Mudfoot Dirty Hundo Pt 2

So an idea became a plan and a plan became a van and that van was filled with six bikes, seven dudes and a whole lotta up dog.  

We didn’t totally know what to expect, on and off the road in the dry palace of the Los Angeles mountains. We were two teams, most of us messengers, representing TCB Courier and King Kog. The most any of us had ridden in the last week was 70-miles with 7,000 ft of elevation - a few hairs short of what lay ahead. There didn’t seem to be many stakes for our participation in this daunting undertaking, save the personal ones. A sense of accomplishment and the confidence of ones ability to shred the unshreddable awaited at the end of this 90-mile epic, as long as you didn’t succumb to nature or a mechanical.  

Gracious volunteers and a host that seemed to thrive on his racers suffering made everything run buttery smooth though, as we let our bodies & mind wander and wonder how much more they could take.

The community of Mudfoot exists in obscurity to most, as it should.  Just like the idea that brought us down south, their idea keeps them together but never stagnant. Trailblazing on our steeds is truly representative of our ability to stand up on loose ground. 

The Bay Area was thoroughly represented beyond our humble troup of scumbags. Team Vive La Tarte pulled an impressive victory that was at least partially fueled by fried chicken and coke at Redbox. Our young friends from Daly City on Team 18,000,000 Speed leapt over the usual hurdle and drove through the night, only to catch a few hours outside of Golden Saddle Cyclery before pedaling again. My accomplices at Cadence were present, ready and willing for the task at hand. “Little” Kyle from Team Fresh Air Hunter rode to the dirt entrance from his parents house, just to flex his hometown muscle.  There were pros, randos, single speeders and casual cruisers in the mix from sunrise to sunset in the Angeles National Forest.  

Without question, our lack of expectations were fulfilled by the end of the Dirty Hundo. We were challenged and inspired, tried and lifted, worn out and well fed. Thanks to Mudfoot, Golden Saddle Cyclery, Moi, Kyle and all the friends who made the weekend possible!

Shot using a Mamiya 645, Canon EOS 1v and Contax T2. All loaded with Portra 400.

More images to come here and via a short photo book being published through Cadence

Some rad shots from the Dirty Hundo by JDR!

you had me at bikes

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superissimo:

No floss, no boss. Always be Capping.
#CapsNotHats

superissimo:

No floss, no boss. Always be Capping.

#CapsNotHats

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jamesnord:

We hadn’t spoken to each other in hours. 
It had been pouring rain all day, turning the dirt roads of Battenkill into mud and putting us all into a dark and quiet place. There are times when it’s not fun, the times when you can’t feel your hands, your legs are screaming and you are not anywhere near done. There are moments when saliva mixes with vomit and you try, try not to lose that wheel in front of you, the one that is inching forward, forward, forward away from you. 
But what can you do? You shake your hands out to get the blood back in them, you get in the drops and back onto that fucking wheel and you let the suffering of the day knock against you like waves. You do this and most importantly tell yourself, “this is worth it”.
Sometimes people ask me what I think about when I am on the bike for that long and the truth is I don’t know. I guess it depends. On a day like this you think about the pain, you think about your heros and imagine themselves tempering themselves in the rain and the mud. You think about love in the form of your riding partners not making fun of you when you can’t lift your head. Shit, you think about cheeseburgers and girls, anything to take you out of the horror that you are currently living, but then even on the darkest days sometimes you think about how beautiful it is.
You lick your lips, crunching the dirt that was on your face, look down at your quivering legs and laugh because it really is beautiful. You keep your head down and attack one more time because when you think about this ride in 10 years (and you will) you want to remember that you didn’t let the darkness win, if only for a moment you didn’t let it win. 

jamesnord:

We hadn’t spoken to each other in hours. 

It had been pouring rain all day, turning the dirt roads of Battenkill into mud and putting us all into a dark and quiet place. There are times when it’s not fun, the times when you can’t feel your hands, your legs are screaming and you are not anywhere near done. There are moments when saliva mixes with vomit and you try, try not to lose that wheel in front of you, the one that is inching forward, forward, forward away from you. 

But what can you do? You shake your hands out to get the blood back in them, you get in the drops and back onto that fucking wheel and you let the suffering of the day knock against you like waves. You do this and most importantly tell yourself, “this is worth it”.

Sometimes people ask me what I think about when I am on the bike for that long and the truth is I don’t know. I guess it depends. On a day like this you think about the pain, you think about your heros and imagine themselves tempering themselves in the rain and the mud. You think about love in the form of your riding partners not making fun of you when you can’t lift your head. Shit, you think about cheeseburgers and girls, anything to take you out of the horror that you are currently living, but then even on the darkest days sometimes you think about how beautiful it is.

You lick your lips, crunching the dirt that was on your face, look down at your quivering legs and laugh because it really is beautiful. You keep your head down and attack one more time because when you think about this ride in 10 years (and you will) you want to remember that you didn’t let the darkness win, if only for a moment you didn’t let it win. 

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libertybeforedeath:

Thug life
iride-demode:

onabicycle:

Another scary bicycle crash

fallin’ ‘n risin’

iride-demode:

onabicycle:

Another scary bicycle crash

fallin’ ‘n risin’

cadenced:

Walter Godefroot competing in the 1978 Paris-Roubaix. This year’s edition is happening on Sunday.

cadenced:

Walter Godefroot competing in the 1978 Paris-Roubaix. This year’s edition is happening on Sunday.

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iride-demode:

#iridedemodesc #iridesquadracorse #iridefixednyc  #redhookcrit #irideveryday #kellysamuelson

Super-Kelly :)
iride-demode:

#iridefixedmodena #bennybenassibiketour
San Francisco to San Diego Iride 2010

iride-demode:

#iridefixedmodena #bennybenassibiketour

San Francisco to San Diego Iride 2010

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castellicycling:

Graming a Gram from @lauraomeara in Italy

castellicycling:

Graming a Gram from @lauraomeara in Italy

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