We laugh at danger and break all the rules.

Ok, so this Polish dude, known as Jaws is an absolute freeride man-beast. Dude has testicles to spare. PinkBike has posted up his latest interview with a whole heap of seriously impressive photos. Checkity-check in out!

If you want to keep tabs on Jaws drop into his blog and watch the show!

What…… a……… weapon.

The official teaser above….

& holy crap…… some of Ben Boyko’s section below.

This looks pretty rad. PinkBike is running a little background infoon the whole shebang today. Looks pretty exciting stuff. Cant wait to see the Cam McCaul section. Dude is off the hook loose!

This is PinkBike’s photo of the day today. Happy Friday ladies.

This is a hellava story….

http://pro-webpage.com/kathy/SamBrown.php

Ride In Peace bro.

The town had also become a hub for Freeriders, an outlaw group of extreme mountainbikers, and the two cultures often intersected.

Fantastic.

I like this. You may not, but this is my website so eat a dick. Radical. Put together by this German Bloke. Radical.

Super radical and I’m out.

I thought this kind of sucked actually. Whatevers.

Maybe I’m just in a bad mood because:

1. I’m getting pounded at work
2. I have a broken arm
3. I can’t ride for another month
4. I am 600km away from my bike which I cant ride anyway
5. I’m getting pounded at work.

The general suckiness of my current situation has lead me to ponder what my ideal job/ daily routine would look like. I mean, if you don’t know what you want how are you going to get it. So here it is….. a routine I think I could live with:

5:50am – Wake up, kiss my sleeping girlfriend, jump in the car and:

1. Head to dig/ ride at the trails with Al, Dave, Crash and anyone else who wants to get up early, or
2. Head out on the mountain bike and ride some buff singletrack

7:30am – Get home, jump in the shower and eat some breakfast. Now, I don’t just mean grab a piece of toast and run out the door. I mean actually have time to make something to eat and a cup of tea and sit down, relax, and eat it with my lady before i head out the door.

8:10am – RIDE to work. Yes, RIDE to work. I am sick of the following (this post has a lot of lists in it doesn’t it):

1. Driving across Sydney’s sprawl in a battle field of trafic to get to some suburb I wouldn’t even let my mother in law live in just so I can help someone do something they don’t care about because they are too dumb and/ or lazy (usually both) to do it themselves.
2.  Riding a zombie filled bus for an hour breathing in a mixture of school kid arm-pit funk and cheap-admin-girl purfume all in 100 degree temperatures and paying a constantly increasing fee for the privilege.
3. Riding the ferry is ok. But not a good as riding.

8:30am – Arive at work relaxed, fed and ready to get shit done. I’m not even really that fussy about the work I would do as long as it didn’t take the lions share of my waking hours like the one I have now. Hell, not even overtime bothers me as long as it’s not required on a daily (including weekends) basis. Modest remuneration for such a position would be all I require. Just enough to cover the costs of living, a beer or two on Friday and the odd bike part here and there.

5:45pm – Finish work for the day with the feeling I had achieved something (I wonder what that feeling would be like?). Say a friendly goodbye to my colleagues and jump back on the bike.

6:00pm – Assuming it’s daylight savings I’d grab my bike and my dog and head back down to the trails for an evening session with the boys as the sun sets. Have a debrief on everyone’s day, fire out a few lips, and head on home with Mac in toe.

 7:15pm – Get home, kiss girlfriend, listen intently to stories about her day and make dinner together. Feed Mac and chill on the couch watching cop dramas and Summer of Fit in the add breaks.

Ahhhhh….. what a dream. Contrast this with my current routine:

6:45am – Get up, showered and out the door.

7:15 am – Jump in the car to work

8:00am – get breakfast substitute – coffee.

8:15am to 7pm – Work.

7:00pm to 8:00pm – drive home, eat dinner.

8pm to circa 1:00am – more work

I’m sure you can see why my modest dream day would be so appealing. Alas, for at least a few more weeks it is out of reach. But now that I have at least articulated what I want my days to look like, perhaps I am a little closer to changing them thus.

Rant; more or less over…. for now.

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Thanks Duncan!