The Oakland air is a little brisk tonight, the type of cold air that moves through you, no deflection just injection. Not east coast cold, but just this northern california cold that seems to creep up from under you feet and up your side, finding that little space between the collar of your jacket and your neck, and whispers to those little hairs running done your spine, saying "hello, i'm winter and i'm here." I was motoring through that air on the motorcycle tonight, a happy balance of throttling and braking accompanied by the occasional squeal of the tire and pop of the exhaust. The old motor underneath me happy to breath in the winters air and spit it out the exhaust in an even grumble. Sometimes it's a trip being on the busy rush hour streets on the old bike, dueling with the commuter hurrying to get home to his wife's "pasta night" and their favorite show. Feeling like a fish swimming the wrong way in a river… i read this the other day.."Abnormal swimming is usually one of the first symptoms of something being wrong in your aquarium." Not sure if i related, as the aquarium being this city, or this planet but there was some personal relation none the less. Some of my best thinking is done motoring around on this old bike. Tonight i got the cranial gears spinning pretty good. Mostly thinking about the season, the almighty Holiday Season. I've lost a few very close friends during this time of year. It can wear on people. There is some sort of treacherous holiday digestion,of your ears swallowing jingle bells tunes and eyes ingesting one more advertisement for the ultimate under the xmas tree gift. This season seems to create some heightened reflection on the past and magnify it. Friends lost, relationships failed, broken hearts, maybe the combination of all of those. It can be a lowdown lonesome time of year. I guess it's why i sat down to write this….. because I'm ok and tonight i just felt like reminding people to keep those that you care about close and keep an eye on those that you love. Don't let someone slip away that's going through it, that needs an ear or a beer, or a kind word. Fuck, you know even with all the bullshit that comes with Xmas, flying by all the lights and smelling the fresh cut tree scent pouring out of the local tree lot is not that bad. Stay strong, make it through it. Don't waste your time on the petty shit, look down road and give it gas, ride into it. Love those that need it, and want it, let the unkind words and judgments be the air behind your ears. ......

stuff

some stuff in store... i fucked and made no mediums in clown T. sorry. thanks for the patience and support over the last years. xoxo maxi store store store if you order the wrong size you get the wrong size.

Roller 04.

roll another number for the road THANKS FOR EVERYTHING ROLLER MAGAZINE

the 57 i built for JAy.

weird face

dylan

some of the buds

happy birthday old man..... 65?

still pretty much the baddest cover ever. 1976

& still pretty much the baddest skate trick ever. chris miller lein cross-boner 1990

laying on the floor as a kid, skateboard in hand just trying to
figure out how he got into this position. pure beauty. totally original.

help out the friends in chicago! go to the benefit. support.

shooting real film.

 shot some 35mm
it's been a long time
but the challenge
is always fun.
respect to all those that
still shoot real film

found this one in an easyrider. tat zappin.

this one has been good.

"Something To Believe In"

I wish I was someone else
I'm confused, I'm afraid, I hate the loneliness
And there's nowhere to run to
Nothing makes any sense, but I still try my hardest

Take my hand
Please help me man
'Cause I'm looking for something to believe in
And I don't know where to start
And I don't know where to begin, to begin

If I was stupid or naive
Trying to achieve what they all call contentness
If people weren't such dicks and I never made mistakes
Then I could find forgiveness

Take my hand
Please help me man
'Cause I'm looking for something to believe in
And I don't know where to start
And I don't know where to begin, oh no

I can't be someone else
I don't feel that it's hopeless
I don't feel that I'm useless

I can't throw it all away
I need some courage to find my weakness
And with your love, I know with all my heart I can win

'Cause I'm looking for something to believe in
And I just need something to believe in
I'm looking for something to believe in
And I just need something to believe in

- under a green mountain-

the bat phone rang and the tat shack informed me "you have a package".....
   i said " i know, but it's nothing to brag about"
   they said " huh?"
   i said "what?"
   they said.." no dip shit, you have an actual parcel down here."
   i said " ohhh. actually it's huge."

the contents of the parcel was this little book/zine
"UNDER A GREEN MOUNTAIN"
by David J. Bevan

thanks david... "stick it to the man"

i don't have cable. but i have this...

two wheels brazil volume#2

hey ho let's go to brazil

jason president of ATR, party animal. "Bro... i would drink that whole Jager bottle if it was real"Jason was ready to "move some merch" and was pumped on his new OGIO turbo 360 roller bag. The rain didn't bug him none...his mind was more on the SNOW.. if you're smelling what I'm stepping in.

"you can check your smart ass American comments at the door" this guy makes his own engines (pronounced... ENGINA in Brazil) when we commented on  the size of his Engina, all hell broke loose. Lost in translation.

-This bitch didn't fall off- The dick fell off. I think it's a Brazilian thing. they call this.."riding tranny" the removal of the man part of the male/female riding situation.   Not sure of the size of this Engina.

Full metal LARPage. The girl was later injured while eating a corn dog, not period correct to their medieval diet. All worked out she was resuscitated with an I.V. filled with Grog and turkey leg gravy.

Douche bumps? Aviator Mike was all about this BOSS HOSS. Kick only V8 "big wheel mutha fucka"

"i don't want to get a blood transfusion in Brazil"... was Jason's quote before riding in Brazil. Nothing to do with Aids or Transvestites. It is seriously intense riding in Sao Paulo. Big Up's or Props Or Kudo's to Paulo, Chris, and Ara for piloting these streets.

Ara let me ride my old bike -tears of a clown- while in Brazil. It was quite an experience. Thanks dude. Pictured here with a beautiful gold Joe King Helmet....why i didn't try to steal this helmet is still bothering me.

Jason made the coil go bad on this bike. Everyone was super bummed, he totally blew it.

the tables  have turned... this was a real head turner.

The cars are kinda like punk rockers over in Brazil. People take a lot of pride dressing them up with pointless accoutrements like chains, locks, and tires.

one hand not in his pocket and the other one collecting shells down at the beach.
Poetry, Cafe's at dusk, acoustic key boards, and henna.... this guy is real.

this ad was inside one of the many churches we visited in Brazil. We are 136.

The best dirt skater in South America. No ego and not stoked on him self at all.

Jason pulling in a clean frontside Indy mall grab to fakie. Big Dawgs rule. Chubby plus funny minus cocaine, it doesn't really ad up. But who's counting. Atr's founder and president. Signing Off.

thanks to PAulo, Vivi, Edu, Chris,Dan, Ara and everyone else for having us down.