It’s a slowly budding seed of necessity. You’ll know when it blooms…

The mountains I know are quiet. Often the loudest sounds are the those of the mountains of the mind. A deafening peace only rarely broken by the tumble of rock, wind scour, and the clatter of chain slap, tire roll, and brake squeal. The silence magnified by the mass of space between the peaks.

I’ve been meaning to fill you in on some of the fucked up Jamaican sexual customs. So here’s a little cultural insight into the ins and outs of the ins and outs.

More tropical fruit for you. This time a little soft moment about Hagley Gap, my current Jamaican refuge. 

So the April 2010 issue of ozzy ripper mag [R]evolution has hit the shelves. I’m pretty stoked because, as well as having a boatload of good content, I have loads of my writings and even a full page shirtless picture of me rooting my BB.

Caleb Smith makes a brave attempt at defending my sexuality on my behalf Check out the link HERE

    Last year, whilst working with Bike Magazine on The Bible, I got to meet a whole heap of really interesting, inspiring, and fun people. Amongst the super talent that came through BearBackBikings door that month, one guy really stood out and that guy was Anthony Smith.

So after five weeks here on the paradise island of Jamaica I finally found the cracks in the image, the flaws in the beauty, the shit under the finger nails.

Of course that title is just an attention grabber and there is no truth in it. It’s just a cheap trick that employes scatological means to get you to dive into this entry…

So the video you should of seen (the one above for all those living in denial) has surprisingly got more hits than Tiger Woods did when his poor wife finally blew her top at his infidelities.

Short an simple post. The title explains.

So it’s hard uploading photos it seems. Especially when there’s 7 other angry masturbators feeding off the sketchy satellite internet hook up. Here’s some of last weeks creation (above).

I am a hobo but I day dream of a settled life. Not a poem as such, just a musing.

    Bikes change colours and styles, go from no suspension to full suspension and everything in between, from single crown to triple clamp, from 1” of travel to 10”, from single-speed to 28 speed. What doesn’t change is the racer who gets on the bike and gives it 100 percent every single time whilst…

I don’t just have an [un]healthy appetite for schralping the Tallboy up and down mountains, I also love to ride trails. There’s a sort of confusion in mountain biking about what constitutes a Trail, Trails, and Dirt Jumps. 

So in just days I will be fulfilling a long time dream and thats going to California. However, there are some people that are less than stoked about the place, one of whom is Morgan ‘MorgaDeth’ Meredith who actually lives there. Well to be fair he just said that the OC was a cultural abyss.…

Thank you indeed. Thank you for coming along and reading this far. In fact thank you for even spending the time to troll through the mountains of procasturbation material on this here international electronical data base of filth, falsities and frankly, a waste of time. However by saying that i don’t mean to separate myself…