So proclaimed Max, with perhaps a touch of pride.
The past week’s snow made for super-sweet ski-biking, and last night a bunch of us dragged our contraptions out to Museum Hill and did what cabin-fevered mid-westerners do best…dumb things!
The big, goofy red-and-yellow rig is Joel’s latest creation.
Battered and weatherbeaten, “The Goat” is one of the local crew’s oldest still-functioning ski bikes.
This little beast turned out to be one of my favorite rides.
Here’s Christi test-riding Joel’s monstrosity.
Chaz had to hitch the britches before taking the first pass with his ultra-ridiculous folding ski-bike.
Here’s Possum launching into action while Static takes a more contemplative approach.
Richard’s looking for a good line.
Another view of Chasm’s “Independent Fabrications” foldie.
Joel & Melissa mugging for the camera.
Melissa’s “new” whip, parked in its own ruts.
You’d be looking suave too, if you were about to take this mad machine down a sweet hill.
Man, I love my life. I can’t picture life without Friz, ski-biking, polo, dumpster-diving, year-round commuting, alleycats, pub-crawls, and all other manners of bicycle-powered mayhem and anarchy! I feel so fortunate to have found a group of friends who knows how to have really stupid fun on two wheels.