Fall Leaves & UFO bowls

What's crazy is... we went to Horse Flats and SAW some effin horses!! (click the picture above for proof). The picture below shows Chase getting off his high horse... you can tell he was a little sketchy about his dismount:



Here's Burgi and Scott talking behind Chases back and snickering at him because his hips barely fit in the saddle:










Scott Surveys the damage over on King Tut... Elk Point just chills beyond the ridge line:



Mothering myself in Cheese below UFO Bowls #1 and 2. We'll be skiin those soon:

Introducing... "A.C. Slater"

Meet my new ride which I have tentatively named A.C. Slater (stands for All Conditions Slater). A.C. Slater has pressured me into renaming my other hog (my 1970 Trail 90) Kelly Kapowski, which is fitting since I always have high wasted jeans and big bangs whenever i get done riding her.



AC was previously owned and operated by a guy named Hans, an old German nazi that reportedly never let AC touch the dirt. Apollo and I devirginized AC in the hills just North of Bayside High School...

We discovered an ancient rope that helped us ascend and descend an old indian peyote trail:


We reached a secret spot high on the mountain side in a sacred canyon where Apollo smote a rock with his staff; from which pure water poured forth like a raging river; which we did drinketh in abundance:


We came across this ancient Indian parking lot:

Danky-Oregonean-T90er

She's back! My blackalicious beauty hit the trails late this fine afternooner. Luckily, I was able to find 12 or so new mountain bike trails. It seems there is more mountain biking here than in Provo. Then again it could just be the air up there. No matter, I stoked anyway because I put a new chain and smaller cog for more speed. Now I just need to get my speedometer working to clock this action.

Introducing the newest member of the T-90 club

Entering the ring on the 14th of Sept. 2008 at 7:41 am comes the Mooseman. Weighing in at a whopping 7 lbs 1 oz. and 19 inches gigantic.


Mooseman is lovin life under the sun as you can see from the chillin' pic with arms and legs spread wide Yoga style

Night Hoggin

Just a little night bloggin about our night hoggin up the Nob-Gobbler to Make Out Point... where we, of course, made out with one another. We went up Beast, hung a left on Apollo Burgi (the stretch of trail that was named after Burgi for his famous rock-dislodging accident). From there, we revved each others engines up Ireland to Nob-Gobbler until we reached the always anticipated Make Out Point.

I was actually only there in spirit as you can see from the following pictures:



Night hoggin in action:

Trail 90'n Into The Future!

Yesterday I rode my Trail 90 far, far into the future-- 2046 to be exact. And guess who I snapped a picture of! Yup, you got it: Scotty! Nice goat and do-rag, Scoot. Glad to see you're still T90in!


This came from the future too:

Burg, is that you with the hair?

The original "She's Loaded"

Makes it good for Dad or Lad

Goodbye mexican abaratos (braces)

Paul, Feast your eyes on this yellow corn dog... Truly a sight for sore eyes and Mexican braces. On the next Squawja, I'm outfitting my rig a bit like these here rides.

Babes and Bikes Mothered in Cheese

Mothered in Cheese? I'd rather be mothered by these two babes! Check 'em out! They're loaded! Thank the heavens for hot T90's and hot babes! And again for hot T90's!