Then secondly in an unrelated burst of thought, Frank writes;
"In your hypothesis that Skateboarders are better at the whole creativity thing.

(We present to you Mark Gonzales at The Abteiberg Museum in Germany.)

(speaking of creative skateboarders) what the hell happened to Neil Blender?"

Well, I think I found him. Al Gores internet is an amazing tool.
Theres porn there too, you know.

John from Indianapolis shoved a handful of meds in his gullet and wrote us an endearing email about a little get together he once attended.

"Greetings from Indianapolis.  First on my list of things you need to know, someone needs to call my bike shop about carrying your bicycles.  We're the number one single speed fixed gear shop in the city mainly because all the other shops are frequented by elitist pricks who will never understand the beauty of fixed riding.  Its probably the coolest shops I've ever been in let alone worked at.  The shop number is 317.356.4585 and ask for Scott.

Now more importantly my submission for hero of the week.  I hope you find that it may be in the running for hero of the year.  heres the story.  I once went to a party. said person in picture, who will remain nameless only because i don't  
nevr got their name, passed out.  we got bored of throwing bocci balls at cars, threatening randoms with an axe, putting lawn mowers on a roof and overall destruction of the persons house who had a party.  it would be safe to say my senses were clouded but this is what happened.  this is a stella bottle, and the high school diploma of the person who threw the party.  overall, i think this is one of the best party pictures you might come across.  we tried to put the microwave on their head and cook a hot dog in it and eat it all while on the person head but were were all to drunk to find a way to plug it in.  anywho whats better is my gf took this picture before doritos were inserted into the persons (box of Legos).  

Party on wayne
--
John Waggle"

I was instructed to attempt to mellow this out a bit, which basically was impossible due to the fact that it illustrates a fairly important point. (I did however replace the anatomical description with the name of a fun toy that children of all ages can enjoy).
For anyone who has ever taken a nap at a party can attest to, if one takes a nap at a party without first removing ones shoes, bad things tend to befall one.
I have also omitted the attached photo as I was reprimanded for including a photo of an individual napping in what appeared to be a festive Italian spaghetti dinner last April. I dont ever want to live through El Corpos wrath on that front again.
Anyhow, theres a lesson here folks. Dont nap around John.

And speaking of a mouth full of medication, George has come back swinging;

"Manbras, 
we went on an cycling adventure to the butte via
schofield pass and the 401 trail and back via the mtn
taxi to the top of the pass. the fort collins crew
meshed with the roaring fork family made glorious love
and created beautiful life. Our trip was full of
swelbos, bikes, cliff jumping, naked swimming,
mud-boggin eco terrorism in the 4X4, brew and a little
"medicine." 
it might be a preview of whats to come in crested
butte during the upcoming yeti tribe deal next
weekend. If I hear one more person discuss who the
first mtn biker klunker stoner bla bla bla I'll
shotgun a beer asap and then head butt the can at em!

enjoy!
george"

John, George and CO are eventually going to cross paths and shortly after they finish a handle of Jack, go on a 50 miler, and knock each others teeth out, they will become the best of friends and the universe will then collapse upon itself.

Down in Santa Cruz way, there is an annual off road bicycle extravaganza called the 12 hours of 5th Ave. Some ride it solo, some ride it in teams. I was indispose, so we contracted young Hightower to shoot some pics and write a review of the freakout.

His contribution is as follows;

"I think that these pictures sum most of it up. Plus that was all I
took, I think I might be fired from the reporting team."

Fired from the reporting team?! Not a chance 'myboy. Why with chops like that, youre likely to put me out of a job!

So there you have it. The 12 hours of 5th Ave consisted of a girl, a guy named Stoner whos really tan, a sex medalion, and some incredible fabric.

Lastly, all I have to say about this bit, is its about damn time.

If Tom were here hed just say, "-word."