F**k her, i just wanna get on the piss.

Errrr, where do I start?

Hmmm, Saturday morning sounds good, I was awoken at around 8am by my cell phone ringing, but it was allll the way over on my desk, so I thought 'fuck that, im going back to sleep' 2mins later my home phone rings, but i thought about 'fuck that, someone else will pick it up'. For around the next 20minutes the phone ring every 1 - 2 minutes. I finnaly pick it up, and guess who, its Luke, and all he said was 'hey, ring simons cellphone, sweet, bye'

Awesome x2, so i ring Simon and it turns out that its fine weather in Auckland, and Luke seems to be averagly keen on us trippin' up...he even bribed his father with only swearing once every sentance and managed to get us floorspace in his room.

Anyway, we leave about 11am to Auckland, and it rains the whole way there, Simon & Steven had a 'see how long you can hold you have out the window contest in the driving rain and low temperatures' I think it went on for about 6 Slayer songs, so about 40mins....they're INSANE.

We arrived to Auckland, to see it was raining...surprise surprise, so we were heading to Son Skate, with a quick stop at Son Skate, where young Luke text messaged us to let us know that Owera was the destination and to get to Vic now...so much for SonSkate.

We arrived at Vic and got a txt saying to go to Hedgehog bicycles, where Fred was pointing out the Snake in the tree, luke managed to attack, grab and seduce it, then managed to get it into the car, and then hanging off the side of the car...I don't know if this was Freds doing or not.


The snake in action....check the back seat formation.

Owera was a bit of fun, a pretty randomly placed park, Fun mini, little box thinger, fucked vert quarters, a roll in and another bigger quarter.
After around 20mins here it started to rain, so we tripped on to Stanmore bay.

Stanmore bay was of course wet when we first arrived, but we hung around long enough for it to dry, a pretty fun ride went down, George learns something new everytime I see him, and Louis & Fred anialated the Rails there.


You should have seen the poistion Luke had to get in to take this photo...Gay Times would love to have him as a coverboy im sure.

We also met, well, harrased a wee child at Stanmore bay, who 'swapped' boxers with another kid and managed to scare me shitless via somehow dropping in on the big ply quarter without killing himself..well, the Killing himself may have just happened if Adam got his way....bloodey Aussies.

From stanmore bay we headed back to Town, where we dropped the demio off at Lukes and packed into the Corona to town, Luke/Fred managed to get a beer/fanta Car thrown at the Corona by a rugged perhaps homeless Maori..Louis was not impressed.

We went to real groovey where I managed to blow more money that i really should of, But i couldn't really turn down an Ozzy LP for $13. + another couple of things.

Next day we said our goodbyes to Luke and headed to SonSkate, where Matt & Jared from gisbourne were, as well as there Internet? girlfriends...heh heh.

Matt ripped shit up, tailwhip here, 540 there blah blah blah.


SonSkate sucks for pictures, as do I. Matt, 1 footed euro.


Simon, Invert.


Simon, rockin' the headband.

From sonskate we headed home to the Awesome Rotorua.


I am definatly no Gangsta.


Simon hates you. This picture will no dout be on his myspace account in .5 seconds.

Anyway, the jam is next weekend, you'd had better be there.

We have basicly the figured out the prizes, which must be collected/used/consumed at the after-party, which will be off the hizzzle.
8th of October, Rotorua, be there!


Untill next time..

-ryan

Boredom = Shitty Update

As its raining outside and we've ridden carls too many times im stuck inside chilling on myspace, hasseling luke and looking through old pictures, so why not do an update with old/new/boring/whateverthefuck pictures.


P.I.M.P's

Yesterday we had a bit of a painting morning at my house, even thoe all I did was paint my Tree cap.
So I figured that I may aswell grab some pics of their stunt machines post-paint.


Simon's S&M


Codys FBM

Heres a couple of misc. pics which you may or may not have seen:


George, 360, Lukes camera is the best.


Steven, table from Monday's ride.


Simon, Turndown


Simons dance moves are smoother than MC Hammers !!

Seems funny that I'm the one organising this jam and my websites the last one to get the Flyer up.

I'm trying to figure out a place for an after-party, hopefully Simons, but there will definatly be one somewhere.

I heard on Hauraki today that the lead singer of Creedence Clearwater revival is coming to NZ sooner than later, I can't wait.

So i just got done talking to luke, heres a quick run down of it:

Luke, says:
matey
Luke, says:
u had tea?
Ryan says:
chuuur bey
Ryan says:
hot new pic
Luke, says:
what u have?
Ryan says:
sizzler susages, potatoe and brocolli
Ryan says:
why do you ask?
Luke, says:
cuase im gunna eat your shit tonitew
Ryan says:
you're going to give me a rim job!!!!???
Ryan says:
fuuuuck, i can't wait
Luke, says:
warm up ya poohole matey
Ryan says:
ooo trust me babe, its ready

*Luke* so yeh here more from the night..


Ryan says:
i shall
Luke, says:
what u got?
Luke, says:
nude pics?
Luke, says:
hahah ahve you heard the conspiracy?
Ryan says:
only of my member soft
Ryan says:
the conspiracy?
Luke, says:
some one of fraser myuspaces bitches is trying to get pic of u naked to send to fraser
Luke, says:
hahaha
Ryan says:
what the cruuuuuck
Ryan says:
like who?
Luke, says:
fraser wants to compare
Luke, says:
llolol
Ryan says:
well . . .word on the street is that his dong is huuuuge
Ryan says:
im pretty jealous aye
Luke, says:
yeh wouldnt fit in my cunt
Ryan says:
prolly going to get surgey soon . . .implant that shit up
Luke, says:
ahahah that shit was on 2020 u have huge dick and a small knob hahahahahahhahh

then , what doesn someone else say?


milo..... says:
box and magic wand
Luke, says:
check that ne wupdat eon prophecy ryan don eit
Luke, says:
thers some of me and ryan msn convo down the bootom
Luke, says:
u read?
milo..... says:
yep im going to it now
milo..... says:
omg wtf
Luke, says:
fudked up aye
milo..... says:
its not real thogh?

I found this wee article on a website . . . definatly a good read:

Quest for Firewater
When it comes to seeking out adventure, there is no better companion than alcohol. Think back to the greatest adventures of your life, those scenes so wild you sometimes wonder if you saw them in a movie and merely adopted them as your own. It’s a pretty good bet that alcohol had at least a cameo, if not a leading role.

Which makes it a very valuable asset, for there is very little adventure to be had in today’s humdrum world. All the cool stuff has already been done. The highest mountain tops are littered with dozens of flags, the deepest jungles are thick with tourists with camcorders blazing, and at least three different minisubs have probed the inky recesses of Loch Ness. Let’s face it: we are the inheritors of a second-hand planet.

Which is why we have to rely so heavily on alcohol. It’s the original genie in a bottle and it can grant you three very important wishes that will help you seek out adventure, even if your expedition only takes you as far your local bar. Namely:

Self confidence. Pour a couple drinks down your throat and suddenly you’re a man with possibilities, with a real (if not entirely understood) purpose in life. Most of all, you’re a man willing to take chances, because you believe you can actually pull it off, whether it be winning over the girl at the next table or picking her boyfriend’s pocket. As Admiral Peary pointed out, “You will never reach your goal unless you are already there in your mind.” And we both know there’s nothing better than a skin full of liquor to get us out of our minds.

Big ideas. Alcohol is an excellent and extremely willing accomplice for any kooky idea you might come up with. And if you don’t have any kooky ideas in the hopper, it’s more than happy to supply a few of its own. Van Gogh noted, “You can never have enough ideas, so long as you’re willing to discard the bad ones.” Is flying to Prague to mastermind a pickpocket ring a bad idea? Maybe. But so is whipping dogs across a sheet of ice and cutting off your ear. But that didn’t stop Peary or Van Gogh, now did it?

Identifying your desires. Your real desires, not the desires society tries to foist on you. A sober person can wander around a mall all day without figuring out what sort of shirt he should buy, but a drunk knows exactly what he wants. He wants the girl at the next table, he wants a chili dog with all the fixings, and he wants to fly to Prague and mastermind a pickpocket ring. But first he’d like another drink.

With alcohol as your native guide, finding adventure is so easy you’ll probably stumble right over it. It’s getting the hungover guy to book the ticket to Prague that’s hard.—Frank Kelly Rich


So I'm pretty much out of things to say.

See you at the dirt jam.
-ryan

And when she whines i wanna kick her in the box

Well we wait for Luke to do his promised update I will post a couple random pictures.


Bow Down.


Click for bigger picture.

I am planning on organising a Jam at those jumps soon, well, its all organised apart from a date, which will be within the best 2 month's. So keep your eyes out for the flyer which should be made soon.

If you're wondering about the update title its a quote from Lindsay P.

Oh and Luke finnaly got into a girls pants...well, a pair of them actully.

Word
-Ryan