A new doctrine.
Yet it’s a concept as old as time;
Some might even call it a sort of Bible.
Really, it seems easy enough.
Remember back in the day- (The 20th of last month. Am I using that vernacular correctly?) when I retold that saga of the sad sack who in the middle of a mountain bike race tried to pick a fight with me?
I loved, and also hated that entire scenario, but it also made me reflect on another post we had stashed in the last several hundred detailing crybaby douchebag bicycle racers losing their cool;
I realize this was five years ago, but has this Helen’s rider ever been sufficiently hazed?
And who was this ball capped lumberjack who stopped him from embarrassing himself even further?
Photos by Mikey Wally.
I mean, sure- we talked a grip of shit about the depicted rider and his ilk in that one post in particular, but we never specifically gave him his own middle finger.
Besides that, there’s just so much going on here;
I’m at an absolute loss. I feel as if I built a house that we’ve all been living in for the last five years and I just now realized I never installed a front door.
I apologize for this oversight. It was unintentional, and no one’s fault but my own. When giving grief for profoundly bad behavior, I will try to keep it to the level that the All Hail The Black Market readership has not only come to expect, but that they deserve.
Know that this won’t happen again.
Moving on in other news, Seth Rosko has just finished building this somewhere in New York City;
And he’s just about the only person who knows exactly where, so we’ve got that going for us.
He’s sent me little hints and teasers over the last couple of weeks;
All I know is that it’s a temporary installation, that will be up for a month, so get while the getting is good.
Or just head over to The Black Bear Bar in Brooklyn;
And admittedly, I didn’t read this article on the aforementioned drinking establishment, because I’m very important and don’t have time for such things, (see: can’t read), but can anyone confirm or deny that the coping is made from beer can forms?
Because that would just be utterly fantastic.
Finally from David I received the following video with no note, or introduction whatsoever;
Just because I have declared within the pages of my own re-written version of The Bible (alternatively called ‘The Bibble’) that being a dick really is the one thing that folks shouldn’t do, doesn’t mean that nature should, or generally does, (ahem) give a hoot.
The coping does indeed appear to be made from beer cans! I’ll never look at an empty the same way again. I really like the quote from the Black Bear bar article, “Moderation” is not a common word among pro skateboarders.
And your beloved skateboarding is above such things, all mellow and cool. It’s society man, can’t believe you haven’t figured that out?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eS1wQkgULFE
Firstly, my skateboarding? What? And secondly, have I ever said that? No. I’m reasonably sure I haven’t. I’m not actually sure what your point is. You weren’t the guy in the Helen’s kit were you?
Pretty sure every one of those “fights” were between drunks or kids, as opposed to a sober adult participating in a sanctioned event. Not that it doesn’t happen between the same folk, I’ve just never seen it at an actual sanctioned skateboarding event.
Is Loudass really that tall, or is That Guy really that short?
Among all of the things Loudass would have done, attempting to keep that fella from embarrassing himself would have been the last.
A well-honed sense of justice no doubt.
While we’re sharing shitty bird stories…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IU5h6Dzt_fE
Ahhhh… nature
There seems to be considerably less Lardass in these photos.
Also, Is that THE guy from our asshat experiences?
I meant Loud. Wish I could blame spell check.
Whoah there, partner, that ain’t me in those photos! Yo I don’t hang out with those guys, man, I ain’t go nothing to do with those dudes!
I saw your female with ’em too. I hear she’s been giving that shit out to all those graffiti guys.
Yo, shut the fuck up, Chico, man!
That turd won’t be welcome during any of the fun post race gatherings which make the fun of racing fun and worth every bit of misery, so sucks to be him. He is no way the norm and not worth a thought. And those turd birds are the funniest thing ever, they’ve kept me and my wife rolling all week. Notice the Russian turd bird watcher doesn’t even crack for a laugh…
Men in skinsuits fighting? Only in the wrestling rink please.
I was having an awful day. That owl clip brought me back from the dark side. Hope your leg is feeling better.