someone else’s house,

someone else’s rules,

someone else’s room,

someone else’s school.

he don’t fit in nowhere and knows it.

Flow’s Damian Breach putting the new Roam 60 wheelset through its paces on the Giant Reign SX.

Credit: Damian Breach - Flow Mountain Bike.

Rest In Peace little buddy.

You will be sorely missed.

All I want for 2014 is for my family to stop fighting…

It’s like a book elegantly bound, but;
in a language that you can’t read.

The Australian cricket team celebrates after winning the third Test and the Ashes at the WACA on December 17, 2013.  -Source ABC News.

What an amazing film clip, for an amazing track, from an amazing album by an amazing duo.

Remember the kid you are..

Flow @ Rotorua: Tokorangi



New by Banksy in Hell’s Kitchen!

(Reblogged from banksystreetart)


Solo And Adit from Horrorshow cover A Tribe Called Quest and Lou Reed for triple j’s Like A Version with some help from Tom and Alex.

(Reblogged from horrorshowcrew)
(Reblogged from geologise)


New by Banksy in East New York

(Reblogged from banksystreetart)

Went for a ride this afternoon, nothing too crazy, but I decided to do something different. Take a turn I’ve never taken before. Ride a trail I’ve never ridden before. Climb a ridge I’ve never climbed before.
Instantly it was better, I’d never realised that I’d been stuck in routine. Park car, put shoes on, assemble bike, head for the same trailhead, ride the same firetrail, descend the same track, stretch, disassemble bike, drive home.
Something about today was grand. I’m on holidays, I was the only one on the trails, I’d managed to find that perfect tyre pressure, my new riding shoes had finally arrived, my camelbak was still ice cold.

Not knowing what I was riding, I pushed on. Steeper and steeper it became, the effort was mounting. I moved forward on my saddle. Steadily dropping the gears, leaving a couple in reserve. Up ahead I spot a log roll over. This one was taller than any I’d ever attempted, the hill steeper also. Instead of giving up, I dumped another gear, popped the front wheel, dropped my elbows and pulled the bike up behind me. Done. Easy. Simple.

Something that had me baulking earlier in the year seemed no more trivial than pulling on my socks back in the carpark.
No time to relax though, it was back into a tight twisty section with some switchbacks and a rock garden.
More rollovers appeared, again dumping a gear and popping the front wheel at each obstacle. Some were misjudged, the chain rings protest against the mistreatment but nothing seems to be grinding.

Finally the spur is reached. Shit, I’ve never come this far before and I realise just how much fun I’ve had conquering a trail harder than any I’d ever ridden.

Time for the good part, coming back down. I drop the saddle slightly, relax my arms and center my weight over the back wheel. Look into the corners, inside foot at the 3 o’clock, dodge the roots, roll with the bike, slacken elbows, find the line, cheeky brake grab to send the rear into a slide, find the flow - don’t grin too much you’ll swallow a bloody spider.

Brake squeal, followed by a curse, the crunch of gravel and the whoop of joy that comes with a near miss. Too much front into a gulley, it was almost all over. Almost, but not quite.

Seems like I’d been riding for 2 minutes when I popped back into the trailhead. It was closer to two hours. I popped back into the routine. After ride stretches, disassemble the bike, drive home.

Time to clean the bike for tomorrow’s adventure.