29nSNGL* does Bohemia!
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Deep Custom is a short documentary about custom bicycle framebuilder, Eric Noren and his company, Peacock Groove Cycles.
This short film is the creation of Director: Tony Franklin, Photographer: T.C. Worley, and Editor: Nick Gumm. Filmed over the summer of 2011, the film was the first motion project for Franklin and Worley. They have since launched a production company, Royal Antler.
Danger strikes again. Inside this time.
If the success of a race can be judged by the quality of its video recap, then HOTLAP 2.0 will go down as one for the ages.
We Gone Done It Again!
29nSNGL* does Cuyuna Lakes… again. Obviously we’ll be going back.
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Westside XGames - if you watch closely on the far right at the end of this vid you can see TC was under this jump. Rad.
Fruita
Fruita
The chronological documentation of this trip is intended to give you peek into the Fruita Fat Tire Festival. Names were changed to protect the guilty. Each day was an adventure and I believe the film work will speak for the riding.
Chubby and Skinny, we like them all
Well with the crappy spring Ma Nature has thrown at us we’ve had no choice but dust off the skinnies and get on the road for some much needed training miles. It was a fantastic opportunity for Bobby Danger to get acquainted with his new GoPro HD before we get to Fruita. Check out the video and BD’s flashy edits. Excited about capturing a ton of raw footage from Colorado to see what he can do then.
Meth River With Lights
29nSNGL* members who missed this ride should rare back and punch themselves in the neck.
29nSNGL* members who missed this ride should rare back and punch themselves in the neck. Elk River, arguably the best trail in the Twin City area was in perfect shape for TNR*. Recent rains of near Biblical proportions have soaked into the ground and made the track fast and tacky. Weather was sleeve-optional—Crisp, not cold. The kind of weather mtn bikes were made for.
Isreal, Seve, Sam and I showed early and put in a half-lap before zipping back to meet up with the crew. As usual, there was more banter and less getting ready than necessary, so daylight was fading fast by the time we hit dirt. 8 bikes rolled out of the lot, lights beaming from helmets and bars.
Riding at night should be made mandatory. Trails you think you know inside and out will punish you with surprises. Trees you can see clearly by day will shoulder check you at night. Drops sink deeper, turns shrink tighter. Half a second of inattention will land you wrestling a sapling. In short, it rules.
Feeling a little under the weather, I decided to be media man for the night and test the low-light capabilities of a few small HD helmet-cams I’ve been using. Look for some nite-riding footage soon. When I could clearly hear the meaningless BS the guys were talking, I’d hit the record button. Soon, the lights would snake through the woods toward me and one by one, the crew would file by. Some would whine about how my light was blinding them as they passed- thanks guys, that’ll make really excellent audio to work with. Grow a pair. I set up on a great little downhill rock garden - you know, the kind that is way easier than an uphill rock garden? I think a total of 3 guys made it through without dabbing. One was not even with our crew. And then one of our crew tried to go down the rock garden on his stomach - weird idea, but in his business this guy is rewarded for thinking out of the box.
New guy Jim (or was it Tim?) held his own on an aging Ti 26’er. He hauled the bike to the trail on his dual-sport motorcycle with a bike rack on the back. Pretty rad set-up there Jim/Tim! Ever take that thing off any sweet jumps?
After a few laps we were all starving, so we convoyed to Hondo’s ranch for pulled-chicken sammiches, beers and fine chocolates. Those chocolates were for us, right? Big thanks to Jen for staying up to keep the crock pot warm. So, another fine ride in the books. Isreal, Seve, Freese, Duffy, Hondo, Sam, Jim/Tim and I can smile satisfyingly today. The rest of you can rub that sore spot on your neck in remembrance of your lameness.
We ride 1-geared big wheels and like beer. But our problems started in the womb.
