Ride The Wild

Jim Bagg

Mon, 05 Jan 2009 15:53:06 -0800

This is Jim Bagg, a guy I used to work with. His real name is jim Bagg, and he lives somewhere between the space engineering genius world in his head and the unfortunate meth mouthed reality of an eccentric backwoods survivalist. He is kooked. Not a bad guy, but definitely the only person I have ever met who wants to be a caveman, and also killed a deer, gutted it, mounted it on his bicycle and rode it home.... More Jim Stories Soon.

Att- lemme get a ...

Mon, 05 Jan 2009 15:45:17 -0800

Have I mentioned Att yet? He's the dude behind the bullet proof glass at Kennedy's Fried Chicken on main street in Binghamton Ny. Its been said the cops will show up an average 200 times a year at this spot. Here's an example of a conversation between Att and a customer, after hours...
"yo ATT!, lemme get a 4 pice wing ding and 4 (FO!) Phillies..."

"...we don't serve cheeseteaks..."
" Yo Att, I look like I can eat 4 cheeesesteakkkks NIGGGUH?!
Blunts, NIgguh,, BLUNTS, 4phillie Blunts....!!!"

More knifed...

Mon, 05 Jan 2009 15:38:45 -0800

Everyone's a blogger, bit only one man is Forgash! Heres Eamon.

Lou is on the loose...

Mon, 05 Jan 2009 15:14:07 -0800

Heres a few post prison storys and some shit about the bikes and shits... I push an 01 road king..custom...I have 2 sets of tins and I change them out every few months ...keeps the local storm troopers from trackn me .....the purple one is the 1 eyed 2 horned flyn purple paycheck eater....It came factory equiped with an automatic turn signal that activates when ever I try and drive by a bar....subsequently the motorcycle comes to a stop and I must then consume coapious amounts of PABST BLUE RIBBION until the bike will start again. On several occasions I have woke up to find my motorcycle was already at the tavern awaiting my timely arrival..............I may or may not have left it the night before whos to say...........this is my story and I'll tell it how I like.....It also came factory beer brains and wiskey muscles.... I can go twice as fast with half the regard for human life.......which leads me to the second half of my story of 08'..............pennsylvania doesnt fuck around with the dui's............................what that report fails to mention is them beating the shit out of me.....or maybe that was the trunk lid???? The last line speaks volumes. Jail sucks. The end. I never understood why jason steig never wanted to talk about it. Now I do. It suckss Its very much its own world....no world ANY OF US belong in......>>> Every month when I would get my ride magazine...everyone would run over to borrow it thinking it was a maxim or somthing......flip through a few pages and without fail get the same stupid look on their face and give it back to me.............Try explaining to you cell mate that Crandal or catfish is one of your best buddys...or that you used to give anthony neopolitin rides to the skate park when all they want to know is if you are gonna eat your apple sauce at lunch. Fuckn sucks. Glad to be OUT Glad to BE sober for once in a long time.....A LONG LONG TIME.
Im looking forward to reconnecting with my true friends in the scene ......I have made alot of LIFE LONG friends that I have lost touch with over the last 4 or 5 years and I hope to return back over the bridges I have burned. I may be sober and more understanding........ but I will still BEAT YOUR ASS in a New Jersy min.
Thanks to all my peoples who took care of me while I was UP....CRANDAL,CATFISH,JOE CUPP,JOE STALKIN,CUBBY,RED,TEXIE/CJ and most of all my MOM and my crazy ASS wife AMANDA BICKEL. GOOD LOOKN out .
THANK you guys
See you in 09'
I wont steal you BEER but I MAY SHIT IN you cooler.
HAPPY NEW YEAR MUTHER FUCKERS
love, your buddy
LOU BICKEL / FBM BIKES

A year gone by...

Wed, 31 Dec 2008 14:44:01 -0800

Since last year. Ha. This Blog just had a birthday too, thanks to anyone who checks it out and enjoys it. More to come. Celebrated 2008 by riding my motorcycle to the jumps, hanging out with my Friend Steve D., and jumping the six pack, followed up by drinking a 6er of Busch beers. Its been a good year, best wishes everyone...-steve

Over the years...

Mon, 22 Dec 2008 15:09:58 -0800

... and how many beers?

Getting to Denver...

Mon, 22 Dec 2008 10:02:35 -0800

Related to the post prior... I ended up in Denver after driving from New York, in an Ambulance with An old friend and his pet squirrel. We left Ny, fueled by Bio Diesel, and headed west, it was a long, hot summer drive marked by a lack of AC and air movement in the rear compartment of the vessal, and seats suited for 12 minute emergency drives. There was a bed in the back, but the god damned squirrel cage took that up, so much of the drive was spent in a fold down seat, with a sliding window opened part way next to it, and an empty box of wheat thins used as a makeshift vent to bring air into the back....

Rolling in Denver...

Mon, 22 Dec 2008 09:52:25 -0800

For some reason, at one point, I was in denver, wearing a bunny costume, and playing C-lo... Found this old pic in the archives.

Americana....

Wed, 17 Dec 2008 21:13:38 -0800

My friend Nicholas David Chatfield taylor shot these pics on a trip a bunch of us were on in Ohio, Kentucky and Indiana last spring.... Some gems.

1978 X Games..

Wed, 17 Dec 2008 21:00:26 -0800

Kelly Baker, getting ready for the 1978 X games freestyle motocross street style, in Berkshire Ny....

No....

Wed, 17 Dec 2008 20:46:12 -0800

As seen while walking in Italy....

Wilkes Barre

Wed, 17 Dec 2008 20:38:54 -0800

Driving up and down interstate 81 for the past dozen or so years, I had almost never stopped in In Wilkes Barre, and knew little of it. An old Coal town in the hills of the Wyoming valley of Pa. just south of Scranton, Named after 2 british guys, whose names I had been mispronouncing almost the whole time I was aware of its existence.
Last week, I stopped to visit a friend, on my to NY and ended up staying over night. There was no place to stay, as my friend was sleeping where he worked, we ended up crashing at his brothers house. No one had been there yet...
We get there, and he gives us the tour, the kitchen, the bathroom, the window room, which was a room filled with extra windows coincidentally, an upstairs, and finally behind a mexican throw rug, draped over a doorway, hidden, was a full bar. Not like at your childhood buddies house, in the finished basement, but a 100 year old fine wooden bar, with a tin ceiling, that has been closed for 20 years. Just chilling attached to the house, or vice versa.
The house, I am guessing was an addition, but the upstairs where we slept was originally either a room for rent style hotel, or a brothel, from the era of steel mills and coal mining roughnecks.
I slept in a room with no heat, motorcycle jacket as a pillow, fully clothed, and wrapped in my sleeping bag. I had the wrapped around my head to keep warm, with a little breathing hole, just big enough for the dog to stick his wet nose in while i was passed out, and totally freak me out. I thought the place was haunted, it was strangely quiet and noisy at the same time, and I woke up to an alarm clock in another room, that no one was in, just beeping incessantly.
And thats that...

Alternative...

Sun, 14 Dec 2008 14:47:56 -0800

In 1999, my friends and I made a bike video called Albert Street. It was a wild part of our past, and holds some dear memories for all of us.
One of the songs in the video was "Alternative Ulster" by Stiff Little Fingers a punk band from Belfast, Northern Ireland. We loved that band, and the album "inflammable materials"- most of us still do...
Years later, with that song still on the soundtrack at the jumps, and on mixed tapes shared between a bunch of us, one of my friends, asked me about that song, and couldn't remember the name of it, or who it was by. Partly because he only had mixed tapes, and the video with it, and not the album...
In describing the song, I was at a loss, I didn't know what he was referring to. He said "I think it's called 'tiny little monsters' or something like that..." and then he starts singing ".... doo doo - doo doo -tiny little monsters..." as if I would know it as soon as he sang it. I had no clue, and he gave me a look, and gesture as if I did, but was just playing dumb, and fucking with him.
Another summer goes by, I had forgotten about the miscommunication, when that same song comes on while we are all at the land, and with a few beers in him, my buddy starts doing a little jig, stoked to hear a song that invokes so many good memories. When the chorus -
"An Alternative Ulster
Grab it change it it's yours
Get an Alternative Ulster
Ignore the bores and their laws
Get an Alternative Ulster
Be an anti-security force
Alter your native Ulster
Alter your native land"
starts playing, my friend starts singing along- and using the phrase 'tiny little monsters' instead of 'alternative ulster', as his kids join in, and they all get stoked.
I then realized what he was getting frustrated about the year prior, he heard the lyrics in his own way, and i didn't get it. I never brought it up, but I laugh when I think about the story and him dancing with his kids, singing the song his own way, having a blast. A true Alternative Ulster...
I hope this doesn't ruin the song for him...

FBM Albert St. from FBM BMX on Vimeo.

Some kind of humor...

Sun, 14 Dec 2008 14:12:58 -0800

This is my friend Kelly Baker, once again...
Once while at a party at the now defunct, and legendary House on the southside of Bethlehem Pa, The Superdome, Kelly Baker made me laugh. We had been visiting for some bike riding fun, and after hours mayhem. In the days of the superdome, we would drive down from Ithaca New York in KB's old Dodge Ram van, known as "rammie" in which Kelly would drink and drive the entire 3 hours to get there, shred the shit out of Posh, black Track or wherever we ended up, and then terrorize the town, with trips back and forth to Lehigh Pizza for 6 packs of Busch Tall Boys.
This particular night, he was super wound up, and grabbed a serrated steak knife and started slashing downwards on his neck, until it started to bleed. playfully, but scary at the same time.
"kelly- what the fuck are you doing?"
"... I am gonna cut my head off!"
That was his joke for the moment....

am pm

Fri, 05 Dec 2008 11:42:54 -0800

Forgash doesn't drink, and won't fess up as to why he was just in Rome, but he did tell me he spent 350 euros on wine, and got drunk, strictly so he could say "when In Rome..." At least thats what I have gathered from him. Feet, day and night pic by forgash...