youtube joints
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Friday, June 29, 2012
"piffin and riding is a safe combination of activities. Drinking hard liquor and beer and then piffin can be beneficial to your riding. however, it does not really matter if you piff or not, cuz everyone is cool, even if they are straight edge. Nevertheless piffin will help you ride street better."
-Immanuel Kant
-Immanuel Kant
Cellaphone IV is released to celebrate SAF House Birth
TeamSAF is creating a new coroporate hq for its business meetings and design brainstorms
Ewip already dayreamin about that fire escape,
Carter checkin in with the misses real quick
signin my money away meanwhile "Leo"'s lurkin countin out 3g's in 20's and 10's
4th favorite spot.. rip
seeing through a tunnel into another another tunnel
jason just put out cellaphone IV after major post production work
darian robinson jason byoun
chris carter luke schalles
ewip nic burbs
marc meeuwissen jesse susicke
ben hittle mike diaz
evan gallagher and more
filmed in jersey, all 5 boros, and bridgeport ct
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
you ma son
benzo alley chillin in brownsville
good job ya dusthead
dumpling spat
good job jersey kid
hotbox
the cool stylings of Marlon Europe...
OG Newark RU Graduation
Ralph Bury and Marlon Europes parts from Prototype HAVE FUN, RIDE BIKES song gives me the chills
Friday, June 22, 2012
CITA 2
"What's round at both ends and high in the middle?" -King Hamilton
Mike Kadas Mk_cita2 from amarusnorg on Vimeo.
AirIck Ambroseph from amarusnorg on Vimeo.
CRASHES Untitled from amarusnorg on Vimeo.
So fucking good... 04-05ish oHIo Steeze
Mike Kadas Mk_cita2 from amarusnorg on Vimeo.
AirIck Ambroseph from amarusnorg on Vimeo.
CRASHES Untitled from amarusnorg on Vimeo.
So fucking good... 04-05ish oHIo Steeze
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
lolsauce
"We revealed that Rob was on Tempered Bikes in his recent interview here, but
Tempered released what might be the most serious “Welcome To” ad in BMX
history. Essentially everything Rob loves is in that photograph:
Grinds, video cameras, candybars, Yogi (his dog), videogames, and exotic
hot sauces.Rob D_Cita2 from amarusnorg on Vimeo.
GOD DAMN!!!!
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Sunday, June 17, 2012
"What can I say? Im Jersey Drew."
Rode with Drew today for the first time in forever. The Rocket People hit me up with the throw back rail clip
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Face Plants All Around!
Weeks ago I face-planted trying to ice into tranny...
Blackman Hoodhappy had this to say "lmao" ...the other day Kevin face-plants doing a high speed 1-handed wheelie on his road bike
when Kevin was questioned as to the events leading up to this unfortinate inncodent, he had this to say: "i didn't fall on the wheelie,
landing the wheelie turned my combo multiplier on so i did a one handed skid"(Lucci shinning with a brew for two)
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
RIP fatboy
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Friday, June 8, 2012
Hipsters?
Kev and I were riding around Manhattan so he could take some school flicks when we saw these goofs practicing for the X-Games fixie freestyle team event
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
The Proud Highway
September 25, 1965
318 Parnassa
San Fransisco
"Dear Jim- As its happens, your letter came the morning after I saw Lightnin' Hopkins at a club here called The Matrix. I know one of the owners and go there pretty often. If you're looking around for some action on the folk-rock scene, get set for a group called the Jefferson Airplane, which also works out of The Matrix. They will lift the top of your head right off. A really wild sound. It won't be out for a while; the just went to L.A. to record last week, but when it comes out it's going to go like Zaannnggg!!! They make those silly goddamn Beatles look like choirboys.
In the meantime, be careful what you tell your friends about my fame and fortune. We could both end up looking pretty silly. At the moment I've sold two books-one of which is lousy, and the other isn't even written. So take it easy. It looks like things are happening, but these things happen real slow as far as fame and fortune are concerned. And a lot of damn good people aren't making a dime.
Speaking of that, I have another article in this week's Nation (September 27), and I guess the December Pageant will have another one. They're both old things and I barely remember what I wrote, But if you see them send a line and say what you think. I'd really like to know how my style strikes you on various pieces. Also tell Mom that Dow-Jones is putting out something called The Observer's World in November, and they tell me I have a few pieces in it. I think it's a good book. Anyway, look for it.
As far as whatever stage you're in, and whatever you think about your destiny, I sure as hell wouldn't worry about it. When I was your age my future was nothing less then grim-and I suppose it still is, to some god-fearing people-but since then I've managed to get around a bit and do just about what I intended to do in the first place. All you need to do is figure out what your action is and hang on, no matter what they tell you. And even if you never make it, you'll feel better trying instead of giving up and going along with the noise crowd. But right now you don't have to worry about what you're going to do. The important thing is to follow your instincts about what you aren't going to do. Most people wind up going against their instincts, and it makes them miserable for the rest of their lives. It'll be five more years before you really begin to get the drift of what you should be doing. So, in the meantime, keep loose and listen to Dylan***. And write me again. You write damn good letters. I was 20 before I could write a decent postcard.
Love, Hunter"
***Even though Sexaramous and her mother have informed me that Bob Dylan is one of the worst, most overrated, singers of all time... haha
318 Parnassa
San Fransisco
"Dear Jim- As its happens, your letter came the morning after I saw Lightnin' Hopkins at a club here called The Matrix. I know one of the owners and go there pretty often. If you're looking around for some action on the folk-rock scene, get set for a group called the Jefferson Airplane, which also works out of The Matrix. They will lift the top of your head right off. A really wild sound. It won't be out for a while; the just went to L.A. to record last week, but when it comes out it's going to go like Zaannnggg!!! They make those silly goddamn Beatles look like choirboys.
In the meantime, be careful what you tell your friends about my fame and fortune. We could both end up looking pretty silly. At the moment I've sold two books-one of which is lousy, and the other isn't even written. So take it easy. It looks like things are happening, but these things happen real slow as far as fame and fortune are concerned. And a lot of damn good people aren't making a dime.
Speaking of that, I have another article in this week's Nation (September 27), and I guess the December Pageant will have another one. They're both old things and I barely remember what I wrote, But if you see them send a line and say what you think. I'd really like to know how my style strikes you on various pieces. Also tell Mom that Dow-Jones is putting out something called The Observer's World in November, and they tell me I have a few pieces in it. I think it's a good book. Anyway, look for it.
As far as whatever stage you're in, and whatever you think about your destiny, I sure as hell wouldn't worry about it. When I was your age my future was nothing less then grim-and I suppose it still is, to some god-fearing people-but since then I've managed to get around a bit and do just about what I intended to do in the first place. All you need to do is figure out what your action is and hang on, no matter what they tell you. And even if you never make it, you'll feel better trying instead of giving up and going along with the noise crowd. But right now you don't have to worry about what you're going to do. The important thing is to follow your instincts about what you aren't going to do. Most people wind up going against their instincts, and it makes them miserable for the rest of their lives. It'll be five more years before you really begin to get the drift of what you should be doing. So, in the meantime, keep loose and listen to Dylan***. And write me again. You write damn good letters. I was 20 before I could write a decent postcard.
Love, Hunter"
***Even though Sexaramous and her mother have informed me that Bob Dylan is one of the worst, most overrated, singers of all time... haha
Monday, June 4, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
SLORPY SLIMY SHIT!
Card from my cousins (aunt) the last time I fell on my face
"Old park clips re-edited to slorpy slimy shit" -Andereggs
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