The Flat of the Land

This past weekend I did two things that I haven't done in quite some time. Number one, I took photos of bike riding. Number two, I updated my other, lesser-known blog. (I also went to a party that was headlined by Fucked Up, but the less that's said about that, the better.)

The aforementioned bike riding took place at a flatland jam held at Tompkins Square Park, which meant lots of zero-sweep bars, zero-offset forks, tiny frames, and tinier sprockets. There were some of the tallest seatposts seen since Gary Ellis retired, real live Peregrine Super Pros, and the occasional Gyro. There were X-frames, low frames, even one drilled-out frame. Lots of eight-piece bars. And the most four-pegged bikes outside of an Animal video.

The most spectacular bike belonged to a guy wearing a hand-lettered t-shirt that proclaimed him to be the BEST RIDER IN THE WORLD. His frequent whopper (read: bunnyhop whip) attempts had tweaked his half-black, half-green KHE frame to the point where his bike appeared to be passing out.

Anyway, I just thought I'd share some photos of what flatland machines look like these days. Just in case you haven't been keeping track.

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