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From all of us at MtnBikeRiders.com, Merry Christmas!
From all of us at MtnBikeRiders.com, Merry Christmas!
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Here’s the description:
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26″ Mongoose Beast Men’s Oversized All Terrain Bike, Red:
Frame: Rigid steel, cruiser design frame
Gearing (# of speeds): single speed
Brakes: rear coaster brakes
Wheels: 26″ wheels
Tires: supersized beach cruiser 4-1/4″ knobby tires
Wheel set: alloy 4″ wide wheel set
Kickstand: extra strong kickstand holds the Beast
Handlebars: low rise ATB handlebars are comfortable and stable
Seat: padded seat
Pedals: 3-piece crank and beach cruiser pedals
Maximum Weight Limit: 250 Pounds
Dimensions: 68″L x 23″W x 41″H
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You may have seen the most recent project we’ve been working on, if you haven’t then you’re in luck. This is a photo-rich article that will show you some of the stuff we did over the Labor Day holiday. So I called up some fellas to see if they’d be interested in hanging out. The Moe and Dial Tone were happy to do so. Actually what happened was the three of us were supposed to check out a motorcycle dealer, but we found out they were closed. So I figured, we’ll go and put the sidecar together instead.
I loaded up the Limo with this “Steel is REAL” sidecar and headed over to a neighboring city to buy a 20″ BMX front wheel for it. We met this guy who had a shop-like set up in his garage. I paid the man $10 for a new BMX front wheel and we were out.
As we were driving, The Moe said he was dehydrated and needed fluids in his body STAT! So we stopped off at a Messican Food place for lunch. Notice how happy The Moe looks, yep he’s fully hydrated. That look he has on his face is of him saying a quick prayer thanking the Lord for sustenance he provided that day.
After lunch we headed back to the World HQ of MtnBikeRiders.com to mate an old GT Dyno BMX bike that DialTone donated for the project. We found that due to the down tube of the bike, the sidecar mount wasn’t going to work. But we tried it just in case it would. Those sexy pair of legs belong to DialTone.
The Moe and I went for a test ride.
This was our celebratory pose in completing the mount job. The Moe enjoying a Cohiba while I puffed on a Dolce Vita. This was short lived because the set up flexed way too much. So that mean we couldn’t use the Dyno as a donor bike.
We were about to go back to the workshop to see if we can try a different bike. The Moe was a bit buzzed and tried to see if he can be his own designated driver, but he just kept going around in circles.
After about another hour or so we came back out with this. I mounted a Manhattan Hot Rod to the sidecar. Fit was perfect!
In this photo you can see how it mounts to the bike.
I actually have a backrest the the sidecar, but it broke during shipping. So I’ll have to fix that first. Another idea I did have was to get orange vinyl and redo the sidecar upholstery. The project is far from complete, there’s still so much to do to it. But for now it’s totally ride-able and I may add that it’s a blast!
Eh..you impressed with my Mexican talk? I did take 3 years…or should I say “tres anos” of it in high school. But that’s about the extent of my Spanish. But I still remember how to say, “La entrada esta alli, no aqui.” When I was 18, I was a security guard at a grocery store and I had to tell people that the exit, where I was stationed at, was not the entrance. Anyhow, let’s get back to what we did this weekend. So we rounded up some of the amigos de MtnBikeRiders.com to join Lady, The Moe and myself at Snow Summit in Big Bear, Ca. We loaded up the Team Limo and hit the road. You’d think with all the KHS Bicycles we have, that we were sponsored by them…
LadyP, The Moe and RL.
During our first run, we ran into Cuz’n Joe who happen to get a flat. Here we are helping him, that’s what family is for, we help.
It was right after this run I started to have issues with my bike. I noticed that there was some play on the headset. Kinda odd if you ask me. So I tightened things down and went for another run down the mountain. Half way through I notice the play go worse and worse! Now there was major play in it and no matter how much I tightened the top cap down, it would still move. I make down the mountain and I decided to check out my headset. I pulled off the bar/stem removed the upper crown race and bearings I noticed that the FSA Pig Heaseat pretty much blew up. I noticed that the lower bearings wore out so much that the piece that holds them all together was pretty much a goner. During that inspection, I noticed I was missing 3 bearings. Not sure if they fell off while I was up on the trail or they fell out while I was working on the bike at that same spot.
I called a show down the street called Chains Required. I asked them if they had that same model headset available for purchase. They didn’t but invited me to come in and see if they can help me out. I get there and one of the mechanics took me to the workshop and gave me some bearings that closely matched what I needed, at no charge! I hurry back to where I left my bike and tried to reassemble the headset, but there was still some play. I’m only guessing that the bearing cups and race wore out so much that it was the cause of my problems. After 2 runs down Snow Summit, I had to call it a day. Bummer. That’s ok, I knew that LadyP and the rest of the group was having a great time on the trails. Check out this photo of her.
All in all, everyone seemed to have a great time. No one got hurt and we got to see Cuz’n Joe! Not sure why I posed like this…oh wait, now I remember! Look where my left hand is…haha.
Before I go, I wanted to leave you all with this piece of magic. This is Doc Thunda, after a few beers, he can cuss in any language.
On Saturday a few of us set out for a ride through Aliso Woods. Normally it’s pretty cool there because it’s within walking distance from the ocean. Walking distance would mean like a few miles. I’m sure you could walk it, but I wouldn’t want to. Anyhow here’s a view from Lady P’s perspective as we’re trying to figure out where we were headed.
At a certain point the heat just made things worse for all of us. Personally I had already bonked after the first climb, while Doc Thunda and our friend Josh had mentioned they were out late drinking and partying as it was 1999. Here we are at another junction on the trail, not really sure where to go, the heat had clouded out judgement.
Eventually we figured out what we were going to do. Here’s my vantage point after the ride…I was beat!
Heat is one thing that I consider such a buzz kill. I can handle the cold, but the heat is something else. It’s not like I can dress down any further when it’s hot. Besides I really doubt that anyone would want to see me riding in my birthday suit and if I fell, can you imagine how much road rash I’d get! Yikes!
We’re taking a page out of Montell Jordan’s song for this article, hit play as you read the rest of the stuff.
Now that the song is playing, we’ll use it as a sound track. On Father’s Day, Art Aguilar and I met up for some product testing and photos. You see, Art is testing a water bottle and we decided to go all out on this simple product. Yep, this is how we do it on MtnBikeRiders.com…all out. I was hoping you’d catch that on the previous sentence, but wasn’t sure so I added it again.
Art was showing off his new helmet and glasses. I think they look sharp on him.
When we got to our testing spot, we wanted to show you how serious we take our jobs at MtnBikeRiders.com. Notice our serious face? Ya, that’s real serious. Just look at Art, I don’t think I’ve EVER seen him this serious, so that means it’s legit and when it’s legit, it gets REAL serious, like a heart attack, but heart attacks aren’t funny because those are pretty serious. In fact, Art only gets serious for a few things. 1. Product Reviews 2. Business Time 3. Downhill Racing 4. Drinking Beer and last but not least 5. Bowel Movements, this should have actually been #2…get it…#2. If you’re not sure what a bowel movement is, Google it. By the way, see that right there, where I’m pointing to, that right there is where we left our bikes. Serious.
As the test was going, this product fell off Art’s bike. He had to hike back up to grab it.
The camera doesn’t do this hill much justice. This was some SERIOUS steeps we were dealing with. Just look how Art had to climb back up…for reals, yo, STEEP!
Then next thing you know, this chump gets in my shot. Karma got him back because the climb was sooooooo steep, that he fell over because he couldn’t get his foot out of his pedal in time and plopped right over. He was succumbed to fits of rage that had included several profanities and vulgarities that only people who drive a Ford or a Dodge would do.
But I digress. Check out how Art shows how he does product photos for his reviews. Full on SLR camera. None of this smart phone crap that take INSTA-SUCK pics, he goes ALL OUT because he’s SERIOUS YO!
So now you see that this is how we do it. We take our job seriously and we’ll go all out just to test a water bottle. I’m actually looking forward to seeing this review that Art is cooking up, should be a good one!
I’ve operated MtnBikeRiders.com for over 6 years. The bicycle industry has been good to me. I’ve made some new friends and even lost a few in the process. I’ve even had the privileged to go on some biking related trips like Mammoth,Sea Otter, Interbike and many more.
However, all this goodness has to come to an end for me. I’ve decided to put my time, money and energy on a different project that I hope will yield some great results like MtnBikeRiders.com has. About a year ago I bought myself an old motorcycle. It’s an 81′ Honda CM200.
Since then, I’ve fallen in love with riding, fixing and all things related to it. You can check out my new site, BigLittleMoto.com. It’s still in the infancy stages, so more work has to be done to it. But for the most part, you should get an idea on what I’m trying to do.
Now that you see what I’m up to. I’m looking someone to take over. But I’m very specific on what I’m looking for. Basically I want someone who has the dedication to post multiple articles per week and the ingenuity to come up with new content and not just rehash news or other articles from various sites. This will also mean you’ll take over the reigns of the MtnBikeRiders.com Race Team as well as the responsibilities that are involved with it. These include sponsorships, getting the correct diapers for Art Aguilar (he’s getting old) and photography.
The pay is pretty decent. You won’t be able to quit your job, but the site does generate an income. In 2012, it brought in enough to buy thousands and thousands and thousands of value menu items from McDonald’s.
If you’re interested in taking over MtnBikeRiders.com. Please send me an email by CLICKING HERE. I won’t be taking phone calls.
Often enough I’ll roll up to the trail matching everything or looking as if it was laundry day.
I know plenty of folks who spend quite a bit of money on their jersey, shorts, shoes and helmet just so they can look good. Hey man, I’m all for that, but sometimes I just let my personality show. So why do I show up looking like I came out of a 90′s Cross Colours Ad? Here’s a few reason.s
1. I really don’t care what people think.
2. It’s laundry day.
3. It’s comfortable
4. I think the colors are pretty.
5. Makes LadyP laugh or shake her head in disapproval.
6. It’s what I have.
7. I do it to bring brand awareness for MtnBikeRiders.com
Let’s discuss a couple of the points above. #1 is probably the most obvious reason why I do it. People’s opinions of me don’t really bug me all that much. I’ve had guys comment on my pink tuxedo jersey in a sarcastic tone, “nice jersey..(as they chuckle)” I’ve said, “thanks your mom got it for me.” Or I kill them with kindness and say, “Thanks, I like yours too!”
Then there’s #5. One of my greatest joys in life is to make LadyP laugh. If it’s at the expense of my appearance, then so be it. Lastly is #7, people see the bright colors or mismatch outfit, that means they’ll pay more attention, thus them seeing the MtnBikeRiders.com logo and hopefully when they home, they’ll remember to check out the site.
So there you have it, if you run into me at a local trail, most likely I’ll be looking as sharp as I did in the photo above. I know, you’re jealous.
So, Valentine weekend has now come to an end. Valentine’s Day was this past Thursday. Some of you may have chosen to make a long weekend out of it. You obviously do not have kids, are not married, or, if you are sentenced to life, you have served less than 10 years of that marital sentence. You blew hundreds, maybe thousands of dollars on a created holiday to get you to do just that. You should have spent that money on something that will give you more pleasure — bike shit. Thankfully, my wife hates roses, hates ‘em. I don’t have to buy her chocolates either because she, like most women, wants to lose that last 5 pounds before beach weather hits. I got the kids to create a card out of construction paper, white glue, macaroni, rainbow flakes, pixie dust, phoenix feathers, kraken scales, and unicorn. . . corns. Voila! Valentine’s Day handled. Unlike my friend, poor Captain Cranium, I get sexytime with the missus more than just my birthday and Christmas. So who needs this made-up holiday?
Let’s celebrate Malentine’s day. Malentine, the patron saint of pet peeves. Mal, from the Latin meaning bad, ill, or wrong. The following list of irritants are all bad, wrong, and make me ill:
1. Wearing bike clothes to the trailhead. Perhaps this came from my years of organized team sports. We would wear a shirt and tie, get on a bus, travel to the den of our opponent, then get dressed for battle. Now I’m not suggesting you wear your Sunday best prior to riding your bike, but for comfort’s sake, don’t wear your entire riding kit in the car. Nevermind looking like a dork-on-wheels (that’s what you are) sitting at the 241 toll plaza with your neon sublimated cycling jersey on. You’re then going to wear that sweat crusted, stinky, muddy, bloodied, Cytomax sticky, wet rag home. How hard is it to put on a clean t-shirt? Don’t tell me you are afraid of forgetting something so you get dressed at home knowing you have everything. You are an adult aren’t you? Why not just put on your helmet, gloves, and clipless shoes on at home too? I’ll grant you a tiny bit of leeway and allow you to wear your cycling shorts. Afterall, I wouldn’t want you fumbling next to your car with a towel around your waist, trying to pull down your tightie-whities, all the while terrified that said towel with catch a gust and expose your little cheeto.
2. Pre-ride bike repair. Now that you are dressed and ready to go, the rest of us begin to pedal off when you yell out to us, “Any of you guys have a pump, chain lube, Park T-handle wrench set, bearing press, or fitness I can borrow?” You knew you were riding today, right? Too busy last night catching up on this season’s The Bachelor to make sure your bike was ready to go? So you had the forethought to bring your own pump, lube, and tool set with you so as not to ask us. Use that forethought to take care of any maintenance at home. Don’t lube your chain right there before we set off either. You should know how I feel about that.
3. Dumping grounds. Okay, done dumping on you, let’s ride. WTF! Great Odin’s Raven (been watching Anchorman) look at all the trash strewn about. I hate those lazy mofos who use any bit of open land just off the road for their own dumping grounds. Sure, this looks like a great spot to dump all your shit that is too large or awkward to just leave at the curb. Even Jules and Vincent took their trash with them to dispose of properly. Or, the savages who, when on their “nature hike,” just toss their Red Bull can or Starbucks cup into the sagebrush. The only positive I can find — on a recent exploratory ride I was unsure which way would lead me back to the main road. How did I find my way out? I saw a discarded mattress, sofa, 2 t.v.s, fridge, and decomposing body. I followed the trash. The piles grew bigger and bigger then bam, civilization. Even pot farmers and coke producers pick up after themselves.
4. Mix and don’t match. Pick a component, any component, and stick with it. Shimano begets Shimano, Sram begets Sram, Thomson begets Thomson, so on. Your bike is so bitchin with its Shimano cranks, Sram shifters and derailleurs, Thomson seatpost, FSA stem, Easton bars, etc. Buy your bike, ride the crap out of it. When you know better, spend more, and become enlightened, stick with a manufacturer.
5. Sitting backwards. So you’re all high on yourself now because you just installed a Thomson seatpost and Thomson stem. One thing smartguy, your post is backwards. Is that why you don’t change at the trailhead? Afraid when you put on your pants the fly will be in the back?
Don’t worry, I’m not one to make fun of you behind your back. If you fit into any of the above bonehead categories I’ll call you out to your face (then make fun of you behind your back). Happy Valentine’s Day.
I’ve heard it said, “You are what you eat.” I call B.S. I have been eating fast food for years and I have yet to get any faster. After brewing my daily pot of coffee this morning I have come to the realization You Are What You Drink. I like my coffee black, mornings, afternoon, strong and black. My wife on the other hand has a tremendous sweet tooth. I joke that she doesn’t add coconut creamer to her coffee but rather she adds coffee to her sweetened creamer. She is much sweeter than I. I like sugar too — sugar that has been cooked down, fermented, distilled, and aged into rum. Given my bitter disposition it should be no surprise that I drink a fair about of beer; bitter IPAs most regularly. I am imbibing as I type this. My beverage stays chilled thanks to my favorite coozie (maybe 2nd fave, these are awesome). Sadly, my glorious G-men failed to make the playoffs this year. You are what you drink? Call me a loser.