Richie Jackson, next level.

"Ready, Set, Bag!" HD Trailer from Ensemble Pictures on Vimeo.

Ready, set, bag!

I'd rather ride with these guys.

The Oprhans.

Cash for Clunkers is a scam to get cars without ECUs off of roadways, eHarmony.com is government controlled breeding, and Lady Gaga is a puppet of the Illuminati.

The New Order show was a couple days ago.
Some really great bikes.

Find more over at PsychoWheels & Sp@retime.

The XX. Life sounds like this.

J. Roche & N. Axe
My tank, freshness.

Transplanting yourself from Montana to Arizona leaves you thirsty. Unquenchable this thirst, I find both temptation and solace in these incredible images of natural root bridges from (would an outsourcing joke still be relevant?) northern India.

The Kings of Concrete spilled some vert in their street on this bus shelter in Dublin. All will be well until former IRA show up and stake claim like modern day Daggers.

La vida de vagabundos americanos. Like reoccuring characters from a previous chapter in my life, the subjects of this photo journal had me thinking of old friends and enemies alike. In fact, I wouldn't be too surprised if I knew half of the people in these pictures. Put on a Pasties/Hail Seizures 7" split and hop a boxcar to the Slabs.

Loser Machine Company is a hybrid skate/motorcycle (ugh) brand out of California. Loser Machine sells apparel 'geared' towards motorcycle builders and riders in an effort to cash-in on the recent popularity of 60's & 70's bike culture. The garments themselves are so lazy; a shame, because much of the imagery is really nicely done. Stock black tees, flannel shirts, and mesh caps with logos pressed on and kicked out the door with no consideration for quality. A paint-by-numbers 'So-Cal Skate-Biker" .



A few months back Harley Davidson released this advertisement for the Motor Company's next big thing: the Iron 883 Sportster. It caused a stir in the scene because many people felt like HD was marketing their (the riders') lifestyle to outsiders in an effort to boost slouching sales. That is exactly what HD is doing, because it works, because it's trendy. At the same time, it could be the Spring '09 lookbook for Loser Machine. Not because the people are wearing Loser Machine gear, but instead Loser Machine is selling the same gear, but with their name stamped on it; a cultural middle-manning of the people they supposedly represent.

It's a cheesy, bullshit, sellout cash-in, and what bothers me the most about Loser Machine is that it goes by without criticism. Skateboarding and motorcycles and the culture that surrounds them always represented individuality to me. Progression through artistic vision, not phoned-in stereotype manipulation.

A company that markets homebuilders farming their products out to be made overseas? That makes about as much sense as a barber shop that sells hats.

Make every day, a LATER'DAY.
Season one is on DVD, Season two is well into motion over at VBS.tv.
If you don't know, now you know.

Oh yeah, this too.

DirJournal recently featured this interesting (albeit brief) collection of abandoned cities across the globe.

The time has come to start a cult, stake a claim, and cultivate my own kingdom.

Oliver Wüest.

Walter Cronkite meant a lot to me. Growing up, my father worked (and continues to do so) in radio. I grew up in recording booths, between soundboards and microphones, idolizing those with the voice to reach so many people. When I was seventeen I attended the Walter Cronkite School of Broadcasting, graduating with a degree in broadcast journalism. Mr. Cronkite made it possible for me just as he had for so many others. Though as with anything worthwhile, the world of broadcasting has become saturated with greed and lust for power and influence, Walter Cronkite was the honest, genuine seed from which a wicked tree grew beyond his control. So thanks Mr. Cronkite, not for the glamorous deceit of modern broadcast news, but for influencing those that strive to better the world through communicating honesty, honestly.

Something you may not have known about Walter Cronkite was that like so many great men before and after him, he was a racecar driver; a Volvo PV444 driver to be specific. Cronkite and his team campaigned and won races at Lime Rock's "Little LeMans" in 1957, '58 and '61. Cronkite was the only finisher in a five-car team one year, taking a B-division win and placing third overall. He then went on to compete in the Trans-Canada rally.

While we are reminiscing of great men and rally driving, I'm reminded of the recent attention Ken Block has received for his series of gymkhana practice videos. Though novel in camera work and maneuvers (that take forty takes to perfect), I can't help but find myself underwhelmed when I re-watch them. Entertaining, amusing, but not thrilling. Not rallying. No, my friends, This is Rallying:

William Spencer, avant-garde.

I am simultaneously intrigued with and terrified by the ocean.

Bamboo shoots.

Dirt track tires.

Dino Jr. for the skies cast over in nimbus keeping the day cool and wet.

White Denim for the skint rays of sunshine in between.