pbr transition

that company may be off the back as far as their choices in web vids, but fuck me the PBR bike is sick.

training

Here is a sneak peak at the 2six training facility known as "the shed"

Kyle Strait Can Drink

Well folks, Strait truned 21 last month and had his first beer ever. We here at 2-six dont like to promote underage drinking so we felt strongly about making sure the clocked ticked 12 before kyle tasted the sweet nectar that fuels our fires. Well shit got wierd quick as you will see.
Flamin hot cheetos for a flamin homo

People came from far and wide to see Strait down the cheetos world record

Zink definitely got into the cheetos, while Jsage thinks "you call that a gut pussy"

After the Cheetos Zink went Pro

Louie anderson came out to say what up to KS

Rennie may have beaten me in Slalom but he was my bitch on this occasion

We went to Cassidy's, AKA the Hoe Gaarden

Cam got tired from so much fun

Cam went decide the cod wet bar was close enough to a waterbed

Cameron was escorted out and Stu here quotes rodney king "why cant we all just get drunk and pass out on bars"

In defending Cameron Kyle was quickly put in a choke hold and this angered the bear


Poor House

Big Boy Jail

After hidden valley was plowed the morale of the local shredders and diggers was at an all time low, except for one kid. his name is John and he is just your average run of the mill kid who is down to throw dirt and have good sessions. After hidden was plowed John was hellbent on building a new spot, in which he did. It is a bad ass spot, all built mainly by John picking away at the hillside solo. John only told me and one other person and swore me to secrecy on the location of his new trails. Well, yesterday I ventured down there after a bit of a hiatus due to a broken wrist, when we were greeted by Cops. Five to be exact, all threatening us with "big boy jail" if we didnt stop doing whatever it was we were doing. They had no clue what the jumps were and after we explained our situation the cop told me "well go to the bikepark or something." When i asked him for directions to the alleged bike park he proceeded to look at me like I was fucking his daughter. He then told me if I want to go to big boy jail(the 14th or 15th time he had said this) he would give me a ride. I said no sir I dont need a ride I brought my scooter, hopped on Straits honda elite 80, proceeded to say thank you for ruining my day, and blazed off at the pace of a slow crawl. So in the words of NWA, Fuck the Police. Awesome.

Snake Oil Salesman (Saleswoman)

I am sick an tired of this Barrack "your momma" Obama horseshit. In the words of the great Peter Griffin "Ya know what really grinds my gears." Well this is it 2-six readers this is what really grinds my gears. Snake oil salesman who think they can change the USA (the greatest country in the world) by simply talking and appealing to young people who simply listen to the media and and believe everything they hear. Barrack Hussein Obama is some glimpse of hope for every person who wants change. Yet mister Obama can not give a clear path to what needs to be changed and how to change it. Basically, what do we need to change? Yes America does have problems, but most of America's problems are a fraction of a percentage point on the scale of the worlds problems. Liberals in this country need to wake up and understand some things. "Liberal at 25 shame on you, Liberal at 35 shame on me." When these snake oil customers wake up and grow up they will understand.




Besides Obama himself, his spiritual advisor is a complete fucking nutcase. I do not even have to explain this one.

A real patriot

A year ago one of my work mates, John Esgeb, decided he wanted to make a difference. At the age of 24 he joined the marines. John tested high and was offered some cake jobs. My boy said no thanks and chose infantry. Wendsday John stopped by my shop to say hi. He just finished infantry training and is shipping out to Afganistan in May. He and I both share the same views on a few things. One of which is our passionate dislike of liberals. Knowing this he asked me for a favor. I quote him; "If you hear any liberal fucks talking shit about the troops or the war, get my back and put some cuban hurt on them." To this I responded; "Gladly son!" Good luck out there Johnny, kick some ass and make us proud. Liberals, watch your mouths around any cubans cause one of them might just be me!

cackle factor.......WEAK!

I too sat through the eye torture known as kranked 7. Beer makes fat chicks look good. Too bad there were no fat chicks on bikes in the cackle factor.