So the second annual Powderhorn 24 has come and gone, once more it was superfun to have an adult slumber party, ingest booze at frat party levels, meet the neighbors and cheer on some friends.
Our team was built upon a simple strategy of not giving a shit about riding, combined with totally giving a shit about those rare opportunities to shine. Margaritas, beer handups, home made jumps, neighbor kids, sprinklers. All were deployed in our best efforts to brighten the racers mood every lap.
Here is some of the photographic evidence of what went on.
Treasure crashing his brains out
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notice the backwards forks, both the neighborhood girls were rocking this setup. must be a South MPLS thang.
this dude was two of the neighborhood kids fathers, that little girl and the boy below. we thought he was going to yell at us for letting his kids engage in dangerous behavior, but instead he yelled at his son to stop being such a wuss, then showed him how to boost it. life lessons.
Check out the rest of the photos on my Flickr, perhaps there's one of you in there.
1 comment:
I noticed pretty much all of the Oakland scrapper bikes have backwards forks for some dumb reason....check it out.
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