The latest addition to my cubicle: my beat up, stone-heavy mountain bike. Helps fight desk job stagnation and encourages impromptu rides to the printer. Side note: I’ve been asking to get that wall painted for months.
I sold the Ninja, and in its place I bought this, an ‘07 Suzuki DRZ400SM. It will be used for everyday commuter duty (rode today!) plus the possibility of some racing in a few months. It’s definitely one of the more unique bikes I’ve ever ridden and it echos memories of my motocross days.
Sure, it is by no means fast, the seat may be a step away from perching on a 2 x 4, and short jaunts down the highway are a windy, buzzy endeavor. However, did I mention just how bloody fun it is to ride?
Commutes to work are transformed into a trek of obscure law-breaking. Stop signs are turned into nose-wheelie opportunities. Shipping docks are turned into double jumps. Empty parking lots turn into impromptu racetracks. It certainly changes the way you look at the urban landscape.
(via overshadowed)
This RD belongs to the owner of Blacksmith Cycles in Sussex county, about 30 minutes from me. It’s mostly a Harley shop, but they dip into the vintage two stroke scene too. They just started making digital ignition systems for old Yamahas that I may consider at some point.
Oh, and that’s an HD front end. Doesn’t it just feel…wrong.
Doing some photo-research for a punk-themed website I’m working on. (via sobriquetmagazine.com)
beer helps me wireframe (via meggomyeggo)
This is a triad of things that I love. Beer, design and pretzels. Add mustard and my head would likely explode.
I got something new the other day. More pics soon!
Steve Jobs, you used to be cool
What happened man? You used to ride old BMWs, wear cool boots and change the world with radical concepts of personal computing. Now you drive a convertible Mercedes, have a bizarre fetish for black turtlenecks and milk your company’s just-different-enough image for all its worth.
Via Hell for Leather, Jalopnik
“The more narrowly and separated the self is defined, the greater the likelihood that the personal influences and social forces acting on us are experienced as external and alien. ” Reestablish communication, talk to the one standing next to you be it at school, in your home or waiting for the bus. Rebuild the human instinct of community.
This was one of the first things I posted to tumblr. It’s a poster that I made with paper stencils and spray paint.
There’s a lot of nice things going on here. I love the board track racer influences that come through on that front end and the exposed primary. One minor niggle I would change. The oil tank disguised as a leather pouch is a little kitsch. On a motorcycle that is otherwise very sure of itself, an oil tank should be an oil tank. I can forget about that. It’s black, raw and dirty and I can’t stop staring at it.
Thanks for pointing it out, Bill. I’d love to build something like this one day.
