Fucking Mission Statement

The first time I got back on to a bike I rode a mile and a half. I just about passed out. I was 24.

Actually, let me jump back a little further. Prior to that I was 14, riding without a helmet, crashed bad (head first) and was in the hospital with a wicked concussion and whiplash. When I could stand and walk without passing out again I said, “fuck riding a bike.”

Ten years. Ten years it took to wake the fuck up to riding again. Now I ride road mostly. My mountain bike and chopper are for when I’m drunk.

I got my road intro from my now good friend who we call “Dude”.  Dude looks like a skinny Zak Wilde (don’t know who Zak Wilde is? Go fucking google it). Anyway, I met him at the first shop ride I went to. He was blown out and wearing a long sleeve tshirt to ride in on a 95 degree day. While I was dying he was trying to have a full blown conversation with me. Dude taught me a lot about riding, but more than training or tech the best thing I learned from Dude was “just ride”. Fuck numbers, fuck the newest fanciest shit, just ride and enjoy it.

So that’s what I did. I kept showing up and kept riding. That’s how I met angrybikeguys.com colaborator number two, Buck.

Buck looked like emo meets lazy. Good rider though even if he wouldn’t shut his fucking trap about how much better mountain biking is (fuck the woods). After a couple of rides we clicked on the same things. We liked beer and we couldn’t stand these fucking knuckleheads who took these shop rides too seriously.

Move a couple months down the road and the shop ride turned in to a race to get back to the parking lot to start drinking. Packie is closing soon? Someone take the short cut back and get the beer.

A couple more months go by, enter angrybikeguys.com colaborator number three Von. Von shows up on a single speed, wearing mountain shit  and smokes us all (except for Dude though because Dude should of gone pro).

Anyway, by this time we all had a common goal in beating the local bike dork we called Boonen (story for another time) and getting drunk after rides. Oh how hate and beer can make strangers in to friends. Add a couple of years on to that and here we are. Starting a site because we can’t stand the gay ass shit all these other sites pump out. Grams this, carbon fiber that. Fuck that. We go ride, and then jet to the local pizza place where all the servers are hot and under 25.

That’s what riding is about and should be about. We’re not pros. We like riding, drinking, and bitching about shit. I don’t want a second fucking job so I don’t treat riding like one. If I want to do 10 miles or 100 miles that’s what I’ll do.

Fuck it, we like riding.

-griz-

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