Epic Mountain Biking in New York Snow

Last night New York received a timely gift of knee-high snow. Before the powder was too deep a friend and I set out on all-mountain race bikes with a belly full of booze and flask full of classy Even’s Ale. With all the snow, the entire city became a unique and temporary trail course. The best part had to of been blazing down Central Avenue competing in a snowy version of bike derby. We attempted total demolition by battering one another with swinging shoulders and crushing elbows - coupled with triumphant war calls. We rode well, spectators cheered, and nobody was hurt. The local dive in welcomed us warmly.

Yet damn this morning – it has me feeling I was hit with a beast Lorrie truck. Maybe the face-first collisions with the concrete, maybe the shit whiskey. Wonder if my buddy feels the same. 11:30a and I’m now off to venturing back into the snow, pa-ka.

Lemon Tea Anyone?

Captain Coffee stopped by this mornings, after a brisk stroll through the neighborhood. We always enjoying his company, but he said he needed to stop by some other places so he couldn’t stay long. He left us with some lemon tea to sip - thought I’d share.

Morning After With One Sweet Pea.

Anthony returns and sits down with Mark, who’s’ been laying on the beach

“So we´ve found ourselves near stranded,” Anthony says. “What the fuck were we thinking.. Bro, my eyes are fried, my ears are ringing and my skin is burning…”

Mark laughs, 

“Yeah bro, but good news  I was able to pull off all those kisses from that sweetheart. We were finger fucking each other’s months with that paint… still kindof a.. funny taste between my teeth.”

Mark’s a funny way of answering, always winking, raising a brow, making some sort of face that hints excitement. This time its a crunched face, hardly a movement in the eyes, slightly cheeky and very charming.

“Ha, its true love, ” Anthony says.

“Bro, it’s all about the charm, ladies love it. So does every guy. There´s nothing like having a sexy lady around to play with… No?”\

Mark’s brows raise but can´t hold it, he breaks out in laughter

Anthony changes to his orignal, slightly serious but very playful tone. 

“We’re in the middle of fucking Portugal, its 120 degrees, we don´t speak a word of Portuguese and we where the fuck are we going next! How did we end up on this beach anyways.’ ‘I think that’s how…’

- Lena walks out looking a sexy as ever and interrupts.

“Guys, theirs three of us, no food and nowhere to go, what the fuck are we doing?”

She places her hands on her hips demanding answers from the boy’s down on the soft sanded beach. Both are on a slight mound where Lena is able to peer down on top. They are laying with their hands behind there heads, as beach goers would under an exhausting sun. They don’t move much from Lena’s questioning, knowing Anthony has just brought this up.

“Ha, at least we look good, and listen,” Mark raises one hand, “I duno what you lot are thinking but we have this whole country and there´s a an entire jungle behind us. There´s no way we´re unsafe with the food, warmth and jungle friends!’ The hand goes back to its place while his eyes tilt up, ‘The only think I see getting us into trouble is jungle fever.”

Mark raises his eyebrows and slightly opens his month, he see’s Anthony’s toothy smile beaming though and gives him a push

 ”C´mon, let’s get a move on.” Lena says as she kicks some sand on the boys.

Anthony rolls a 360 as he stands up and starts chasing Lena who playfully lets out a charming squeal… Mark laughs, falls back too his body stretch out.