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Slayer-The Weekend

Posted in Random by Mickey/SpookyBikes on April 23, 2010

Website is down for maitenance- 413.230.8733 or Info(at)spookybikes.com if you want to talk about bikes or Liege-Bastonge-Liege/

Back to our regularly(hah!) scheduled blog-cast.

(yes, apparently VH1 plays Slayer now)

This weekend is the first race of the Pro Gravity Tour- the first legitimate national DH race series in 5 years.   Race one is in Port Angeles, Washington.   The Second race is at Plattekill.   Holding a UCI categorized race full of some of the top racers in the world at the mountain that might as well be the Wailing Wall of US downhill is pretty mind blowing if you remember the early days of racing at Plattekill.   Cross a Slayer show with an even larger orgy of violence and destruction, and you have the Platty parking lot in the early part of the last decade.  My friend Dan’s mom wouldn’t let him ride there because she thought the parking lot was paved in Cocaine-   I know I didn’t dare ride there for a solid 2 years after I started racing downhill, as the reputation of the mountain, and it’s parking lot was hella intimidating.

Those fears were unfounded.  No matter how much perceived chaos there may be in the parking lot, once you get onto the track there is no room for fucking around.   These days Plattekill has the best race scene in ‘merica, and the most dedicated volunteer trailbuilders and race co-coordinators you will find anywhere in the world.   It’s still a morass of anti-social antics and unbridled hedonism, but passion and dedication for the scene has always been the organizing factor there.

I doubt I’ll be the only teary sap when the kids I grew up coaching and racing with load onto the lift for one of the biggest races of their lives at the mountain that weaned them.  In my mind, and in the minds of hundreds of people across the country, Platty IS downhill.

This weekend is the annual trail work/ride for free weekend.   I can’t be there, but if anyone who reads this has the weekend free, it might be the most important and fulfilling weekend of your life.   It’s our scene.   It’s our race.  It’s Downhill as it’s always needed to be.   The best grassroots venues, with the most passion promoting the best races in the country.   Support the Scene!

I spend a solid 13 years NOT racing downhill, but I’ve always been a fellow traveler.  The first real expeiences I had that formed my mtb racing career was breaking my collarbone at my first DS race, and having Missy Giove bunny hop my head at my first DH race.  The same race where my best friend and traveling companion ended up in a North Georgia hospital for two weeks with blown out lungs and a few broken bones.   Thus began his slide away from bike rider to Codeine abuser.

That first shot at DH was my first time riding a bike down a hill, I’m pretty sure.  Things were different then;

Across the parking lot, i heard the same voice, rougher and louder, coming from a Jeep on the other side of the parking lot.
It was 2004, and the nazi-fucking shithole was Helen, Ga, round one of the 1994 Norba nationals series.

I’d done my first mountainbike race 6 months prior. I hated my fucking life. We’d just moved to Hilton Head from southern Maine. I was really smart, a total dick and angry as hell. I starting racing after I’d moved away from where the riding was. On purpose. I just wanted to get the fuck off of that turf covered sandbar, avoid my classmates and do something interesting.
Helen was the 2nd”real” race I’d ever been to. My first “real” race was a dual slalom race up in Elijay the previous fall where I snapped my collarbone on my first run.

I was skinny, riddled with acne. The textbook only-child, terribly bad at throwing balls through hoops and more experienced talking to “my parents colleagues” than kids. In 5th grade I’d been a guest singer with the American Boys choir.  I’d read every single thing I could find on the US space program, and was kicked out of class for arguing about the improper nomenclature he used to describe a “microgravity environment”. I could run a 4:45 mile though.
I craved suffering at that point in my life. Pins, walls, fire- I just wanted it to feel and see the hurt.

When I finally slipped on my assos-slimed Giordanas (Shimano on the side and a leather chamios) and made it across the parking lot i found myself peering sheepishly into a trailer full of bikes and mud.
What I saw was a group of skinny guys and a chick and a couple of round guys with shaved heads, nose rings, Cargo Shorts, calf tattoos and canvas Vans Oldskools with the Real California made Wafflesole. They were all about 10 years older than me, and they wanted to know if I wanted any candy.

I ran into some people in a parking lot at a bike race, and 16 years later, I’m doing the same thing.

Thanks Anthony!

boned-out shredding

Posted in Random by Mickey/SpookyBikes on April 15, 2010

Imagine if these were SplitPivot Spookys…

That’ll be gnarly.

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What’s happening?

Posted in Random by Mickey/SpookyBikes on April 14, 2010

The website is down for some lovin.

It’ll be back up soon, but I promise, some new bike info (as in NEW bike info) is going to go up over the course of the day today.
As always, if you’ve got any questions,
drop us a line at 41.230.8733 or InfoATspookybikes.com


Recent customer static shots;  I sure wish they’d send more action shots.

Skeletor Frame Pricing- $1000 for Anodized frames, $1125 for custom powdercoat colors (call for more info).  Edge 2.0 fork and CaneCreek 110 headset framesets are $1600. This is a price increase from 2009, but it’s still a damn good price for what is rapidly becoming the best proletarian race frame in the U.S.

The Skeletor is the only stock aluminum race frame that is made in the USA. That is important to some people, and should be important to far more people.   It’s not jingoism, it’s simple ethics and economics.

The above picture comes all the way from Berkely and some lucky person at ClifBar.  Makes me want more Clif Blocks.  Have I mentioned that ClifBlocks have changed my life?   Proper electrolyte balance isn’t just important in racing.  It’s equally important in “free living situations”.  I write better, I love better, and most importantly, I ride bmx after work in the middle of the night way more aggresively!  2 free cases of Clif product has made it possible for me to have the energy and nutrition it takes to get back on the bike regularly after 3 years of malnutrition and chronic dehydration.

This is Troy Wells race bike that will hit start lines in the UK, Belgium and Slovenia over the next few weeks.  The Darkside is an honest to god World Cup xc bike that has emerged from Spooky’s 16 year history of making the fastest XC hardtails we can.

XO or XTR you can’t build a better race bike for the money.  At $1000 for Ano, $1125 for custom powdercoat, you can build a World Cup worthy bike for $7000 less than the top of the line bikes from major manufactures.  A stronger, lighter USA made bike that comes from a small, passionate bike company.  Everyone makes awesome race bikes these days, so I say buy the one

This 26″ Darkside is the only stock USA made XC race frame.  The dudes at Ventanna and FTW up in VT make some totally awesome stock frames as well, but we have them in stock, and we had the ability to drop the weight down to sub 3 pounds for an anodized frame.    When we have a 29’r version this summer, we’ll probably sell a lot more XC hardtails.

There is a hell of a lot more to share besides the pertinent info of who and what and where are racing bikes really fast.

Our Worldcup ready DH bike will be on the hill in May, We are prototyping 29″ wheel bikes(heresy, I know).

We still have a bunch of Supertouches left

We’re running low though, so right now is the time to start gearing up for CX season.  Last year’s price of $850 is still in effect.
When these things are gone, the next batch will go up to $1100 in powdercoat or raw.  Thes are the last of the anodized Supertouches.

InfoATspookybikes.com          or       413.230.8733 for more information.  Or to talk to a real human being!
See you soon with a fresh website!

A trail review.

Posted in Random by Mickey/SpookyBikes on April 12, 2010

Robinson St Park in Agawam, MA.
If anyone wants to know what XC racing is like in the Southeastern US, come on out to a shitty suburb in Western Mass to ride one of the 5 best trails I’ve ever ridden.
If only Western MA wasn’t the best place on earth to live and ride bikes, I’d move down to Athens or Gainesville and …live in a tent if it meant I could ride 14mph twisty, smooth singletrack all day.

Within an hour and a half from Easthampton: Robinson, Earl’s, Bathcelor St, Hawley, Wendell, Jeepeater, MT Snow, Jiminy Peak, Holiday Farms, Winding Trails in CT. The list goes on and on. We have everything, we have it close, and
the first 5 places I listed are among the 15 best trail systems I’ve ever ridden. I’ve ridden in 37 states too. That’s just mtb riding! Some of the best dirtjumps in the country are 20 miles south of here(no, I can’t tell you where), our CX scene is legendary, and thousands of people come to Franklin Cty every year for D2R2.

Sure, it’s raining right now,winter sucks and we don’t have a velodrome or indoor BMX track(a few underground skate parks though). People here in Western MA don’t give a fuck about the off-season, as the people I’ve met who are shred-heads around here usually are a little bit more multi-dimensional than the bike geeks I’ve met out West.

Sometimes you have a period in your life where things feel a bit off. The light in the woods during magic hour doesn’t make you teary any more. 40mph through the s-turns- all you notice is that your left sti lever rattles and that when you were in college you got to that descent 40 minites quicker with more watts per kilogram than some badass local pros. You don’t ride your mtb because it hasn’t stayed built up for more than a fortnight since 2006, and when it is built, your x9 deraileur doesn’t stay in gear. Your DH bike sits in a corner. The fucking thing falls apart every single time you ride it. Dampers become dampeners. Brakes brake.

I’ve been one of those people for more than half a decade now, I think. For the last month I’ve been stuck with just a bmx bike, trying to figure out how to ride it like a Bicycle Motocross bike, as it was intended by God, and Brian Wilson and Stacy Peralta, Thrasher magazine and Roger DeCoster. In the fucking dirt. In sand pits. In abandoned factories. In back yards, parking lots and hidden trails built by thousands of hours of graft and toil by 14 year olds and 35 year olds working together to keep the scene going. Passive Aggressive in the real sense. Freesurfing God’s race track self-destructively fast. Abraded, broke(n) and totally stoked.

Every pedal stroke is a race- A free race against entropy, direct action against fear, sadness and what at times can be an overwhelming feeling of impending failure, chronic self-doubt and mania and depression that can replace shredding and bleeding when you don’t treat bicycles as what they really are- a scalpel. I’m fat now. I’ve got a bad back and a serious lack of miles in my legs. I never made it as a pro racer. I can’t do a proper table or even get my whips past 45 degrees any more.

Bikes are everything to me. They have been therapy, transportation, a wage, a belief system created by Youth Crew Straight-Edge hardcore ideals, deep ecological anarchism and self-medication through pain. I moved to Western MA to ride. I’ve neglected that for longer than most people have been riding. I focused far too long on being fit, winning races. It seemed like some sort of freedom at the time. The ability to get on my bike and ride a hundred miles really fast, or beat some people in an XC race was how I judged my competence as an athlete and my worth as a human. I wasn’t riding to find The Edge. I was racing to stay ahead waves of my own insecurities, an auto-didactic Audience for my Pain.

Well, fuck pain. I moved here to get a job done. I ain’t broken any more.

Welcome to the Newness+The Virtues of Restraint

Posted in Darkside, Random, Skeletor, Team by Mickey/SpookyBikes on April 12, 2010

Ididn’t like the old website.  There’s a new one, but here’s some shit to fill the time.

I’ll put a post up later with bike info!

(watch the whole thing.  It might change your game.)

I finally “came up with names” for some singlespeeds. Of course I forgot what the names were, but I think i finally figured out what to do about the “disc brake problem” and perhaps found some new things along the way. We are going to have 26″/650b and 29″ test mules racing down at Singlespeedpalooza, whenever and wherever the hell that is.

A Story:
My pedal stroke is smooth as hell. A Computrainer told me so. In a time of weakness and grief Andy Coggin came came in a dream and whispered sweet nothings about some “force quadrant” thing-” Bompa haunted me with visions of overload and hypercompensation. I’d given into the idea of them as a novel training modality. Recently while riding helmetless and high on Stoke through a reducing radius left hander on my 22 pound 9 geared hardtail I saw a light ascend to the heavens before me.

The murky skies opened up and a powerful, glowing shaft of light from a broken SRM PCIV burst forth, flaying a drab vision wherin riding a bike hard is facilitated by regimen and self restraint. In this cold world of seductive warmth, wealth and dullness, any crisp light of freedom must be embraced.

And so it was that i felt the consensual caress of rebirth through pain and purifying struggle sweep me off to a world where suffering was done for sufferings sake and not as a form of self-denial.
Ride it as hard as you fucking can, all the time, even if it’s not the Fastest
One Gear . One Self. Race Free. Free Race. Or die.

I sure as hell don’t think that racing the damn things is a good idea, or that there should be a USAC category for singlespeeds. It cheapens the experience to the point of vulgarity to pay a premium for something that is better free.

Telepathic Immortal Hovercraft-
Replace Toil with Struggle.

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