Hawaii Taylor’s bike has been recovered by none other than Dale Ollison, who swooped on it when criminal mastermind Evan Lomax walked into Dale’s place of work, Bay Area Bikes, to get a flat fixed on the stolen bike. Apparently Evan doesn’t use the internet, because the only change to the bike was a poorly performed sticker removal, and he was wearing the same hat that he had on in his TCU mugshot. Case closed.
March 9, 2010
March 8, 2010
March 6, 2010
Lame, Pt. II
Adam from BayAir just sent this over…
I saw your post about the bike stolen from the Clocktower, read the name in suspect, and felt I should share some possibly relevant info with you.
When I was still in the first stage of building BayAir, Evan Lomax came through to help out for a bit. I asked him to stay and watch the park for about 20 minutes (so we didn’t have to pick up all the tools) while Shane and I left to go buy some more lumber. When we returned, Evan was outside the gate and left in a hurry. As soon as I got inside the park, I realized it had been thrashed. Various items were stolen and broken, the food in my cooler was strewn everywhere and replaced with screws and trash, but worst of all, a Skill Saw was run through one of the finished ramps. After repeatedly calling him and his step father, he finally came down only to hide behind his step father, Mitchell, stare at the ground, and deny having anything to do with the vandalism. I told him he was never welcome at the park again and that if I caught him there he would have a problem.
I believe Evan’s cell phone number is (510) 421-1324.
Lame
I was informed that the bike pictured below was stolen yesterday at the SF Clocktower by a rider named “Evan,” who apparently frequents the Berkeley Park. So, keep your eyes peeled, and if you spot it, grab it and send an email to sinkoman@gmail.com.
February 18, 2010
February 2, 2010
SF Warehouse Space
Paul Bray sent me this earlier today:
I’m moving into a warehouse in the SoMa district in SF, and we’re looking for additional roommates. It’s a killer spot with a separate upstairs office/bedroom area. The downstairs area will have a halfpipe, and eventually some sort of pump track. If anyone’s interested, or wants more details, send me an email at cuttybiker@hotmail.com.
January 16, 2010
Butterfingers
Two people who simply couldn’t hold onto things that needed holding onto yesterday: myself and Zac Costa.
Me: I was filming Ivers doing a line out on TI from my bike; about halfway through the line, I have to start pedaling to catch up with him. On the fourth or fifth go around, the driver on my freecoaster locked up as I started to pedal, causing me to buckle, take the bars to the gut, drop my camera, and hit the ground on my hands and knees. Results: A bloody knee, a bent sunshade on my fisheye, and some kind of damage or misalignment to the focus mechanism on my camera, which is going to cost me more money to fix than I’d like to spend.
Zac: On the way back to San Jose, we stopped at Dirt’s place. Getting ready to leave, I unlocked my car and tossed the keys to Zac, who proceeded to fumble them right into a gutter that was at least six feet deep, with at least two feet of water in it. This resulted in Zac and Dirt trying to fish the keys out of the filthiest water I’ve ever seen – amongst other things, there was human shit and a used Trojan Magnum in there. On top of this, my bike and Honesto’s are locked to the rack on the car, so we had to take the rack off and then cut the lock to get them off. Thankfully, Tony Campos gave me a ride out to Daly City, where I was able to get a spare key.
The moral of the story is this: Hold on to your shit tight.
HOW5 Photos
Den says: “It’s only been two months right? My f’d up back had me avoiding the computer for a while.”
