A group of individuals who share a love of cycling and the outdoors. We will always stop for a photo, or to hit a rope swing… Rubber side up!
Where did Prolly is Not Probably go?
It is still here, and then some. PiNP was one person’s opinion and voice. Now we are a collective – a community of diverse opinions and rich stories.
What does the Radavist mean?
Rad + Atavist = RADAVIST
Why does a porpoise surf a wave, or a sea otter slide down a rock? Atavism is a primal trait in humans and animals that drives us to do what we do – what ought to come naturally. Atavism is why we ride the way we ride; From mashing the city on a track bike to shredding the trails on full suspension. Take the time to get rad.
LA has been rad for various reasons. One of which has been figuring out how to talk about this #UrbanRacer. So far Morgan has shot the best photo of the bike which I will discuss more in depth at a later date, but tonight we went up to a spot in Los Angeles to recreate it and came out with a completely different shot.
A shot that I’m still really vibin’ with. Lay waste…
Life’s tough when your day-to-day routine consists of a few behaviors, both innate and learned. For Stella, the resident shop dog at Golden Saddle Cyclery in Los Angeles, her mornings usually start out with a nap in the morning sun, followed by the inevitable first run to the corner store snack begging session, a quick piss in the alley, then more begging before greeting the afternoon clientele’s ascension to the back alley bench.
From there, it’s beg relentlessly for food to no avail, back to napping (this time in the middle of the doorway), maybe a sniff or a scoff here or there when you try to pet her, before finally scoring an avocado chip or a loose pepperoni. Yeah, for Stella, it’s all about sniffing messenger bags, licking sweaty legs and cold lamping on a chilly Los Angeles springtime afternoon… Until the next pair of unsuspecting legs waltz through the door of the shop.
When you’re on the road, you get brief vignettes into people’s or company’s day to day routine, without fully immersing yourself in their operations. Or at least that’s usually the case. Yesterday, however, my preconceptions were shifted and I came to the realization that you can indeed, peer into a company’s soul in the right environment.
What Paul Component is doing in Chico, California is rad. Hands down. We all knew that but yesterday, I got to hang around their shop for an afternoon, not minutes and then, here’s the best part: I got to ride bikes with a few of their teammates, including Paul Price, the owner.
There’s a story to come, but I just wanted to thank the team at Paul Comp for opening their shop doors to us.
Sometimes, you just need to leave the laptop closed for a weekend, keep the “real camera” in its storage case and just ride. For me, especially this time of year, that rarely happens. There’s hardly ever a weekend where I’m not on the road, or preparing for a trip, or dumping and archiving photos, but it just so happened that everything aligned just right this weekend.
Ty came into town to hang out before heading out on a bikepacking trip outside of Austin. We spent two full days doing nothing but riding mountain bikes (for Ty, that means massive gaps on the ride home), swimming, eating good food and just hanging out. It coincided with my birthday weekend, which was a plus, so there was a party with a lot of my close friends.
All of these things falling in line with each other were super rare and yeah, I still can’t leave home without even a pocket camera (usually an iPhone works pretty ok), so check out a few more photos, with brief captions below.
As a first time attendee at Sea Otter Classic, I had no idea what to expect. Everyone I spoke to assured me that it would be hell on Earth, with wind, sun, locusts and boils (read: hangovers). Rather than some apocalyptic wasteland, I found it to be quite accessible, friendly and casual. Especially when compared to the chaos of Interbike, Eurobike and even NAHBS. All of which I rarely have time to talk to people while there…
No one enjoys trade shows. Not the people in the booths, not the people photographing the booths, yet most of the people I chatted with were surprisingly relaxed and dare I say, stoked to be there. Most of the major brands had already launched their big products and a lot of the smaller brands were more interested in building relationships with media outlets by sharing a beer or loaning sunblock, rather than getting some shitty booth photo taken.
Sea Otter landed itself right after Eroica and a little bikepacking trip I took with Blackburn, so maybe that’s why it was so relaxing for me. I had no obligations, aspirations, hopes or dreams and yet, I got to talk to people and shoot photos when I saw the opportunity arise. Obviously, a lot of those bikes will have their own galleries (many already have), so expect nothing but randomness in this photoset. Yeah, it’s a little skimpy, but I’d rather share these photos than delete them.
Next year, if I attend again, I will however bring a better hat, more sunblock and a damn MTB…