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Leif Valin took a nice cruise while out on the East Coast and sent us a little photo essay. “Good little 45 mile ride from Baltimore to York, mostly under a canopy of trees passing through little towns. I started in Hunt Valley on the NCR trail which later turns in to the Heritage Rail Trail, I suggest this route to anyone around the area or passing through, a stress free scenery filled ride.  I met some nice people and animals along my ride and my heart was beating the entire time! good day!” -Leif Start of the NCR Trail. Nice Mile markers. Kim and Copper. Glenn Danzig’s horse. Honor System Vending. Girl Friend Trail.

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We are giving away a brand new Weekender at the Star of Texas Bowl on July 22. The Texas Rollergirls All Star team will be selling raffle tickets. Check it out here and don’t miss a chance to win!

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We just put up a handful of special edition Fairdale x Roger skateboards on our store. Interested in getting your hands on one of these custom designed decks by Mr Sieben of Roger Skateboards, click here. They come with free shipping if you’re in 48 states… This board is only available from us or with the special Roger Fairdale collectors bike.  

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Ian Morris and Dean Hearne are getting ready to do a ride from Hastings, England to Paris, France and back again. It looks like they’re going to be doing the ride on their Fairdales too! Pretty stoked on this adventure for the guys. The ride benefits the Boyley Memorial skatepark in Hastings so check this link link to throw in some money for a good cause. More info at 4DownDistribution.com

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We made a new Field Trips section on the website and consolidated the recent Fairdale Field Trip from Seattle to San Francisco into one travel log. Click HERE to view it!

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  My co-worker Bobby Parker (Fairdale sales manager) sent me an amazing story while I was out on the Seattle to San Francisco Ride. I could picture the story so well as I read it that I felt like I had to illustrate it. Have a laugh! “So with all of your sharing of your travels on the road…I feel compelled to share one from the home front.  Was out on a ride with Logan Friday night…” ” We bombed down a hill and at the bottom I am cruising when all of the sudden I see a big ass bug coming at my face, so I try to move but it was too late.” “It ended up hitting me right around my temple and happened to get caught up in my hair, hat brim and ear piece of my glasses sort of all at once.  That is when I start getting stung like a son of a bitch.  I end up hitting myself in the side of the face trying to get the bug thing off of me, sending my hat and glasses flying off my head in the process.” “At this point the beast had lodged itself loose from my temple and proceeded to fly down the back of my shirt.  This was the perfect opportunity for what I only assume was a bee (I never actually saw what it looked like) to sting me once again on my back.”   “At this point I am riding next to the curb without my hat or glasses on, no handed, one foot on the pedal the other off for balance and I rip my shirt off my back and throw it to the ground causing me to loose balance on my bike.  I get sent off my bike and hit the ground at a dead sprint (this is how fast I was still going at the time).” “I go back to get my shirt and bike from the side of the road and Logan helps me find my glasses.  I can only imagine what the people who saw me thought happened.  Wild scene.  Cut to two days later and now as I type to you I can barely open my jaw!  I guess bee stings on joint areas in the body will stiffen up with an arthritis sensation for about a week or so.  Fuck you bee!”      

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Grand prize is a complete Fairdale! Pedal, pedal, pedal! The Last People are proud to present the 2nd annual New York Grands at Bicycle Film Festival. It will take place next Saturday at 1:30pm. Come shred your ass off through the mean streets of NYC. $300 courtesy of BASE BROOKLYN is up for grabs for 1st place, along with a FAIRDALE complete bike. Tons of prizes and giveaways for the top 8 finishers, as well as prizes for 1st place female and 16 and under rider courtesy of ODYSSEY, FBM, S & M, FIT, CULT, DIG, YOUR INN, FRANCHISE, KILLJOY,KALOSPECTRA, MUTINY, WORLDS BEST BIKE STICKERS, TWO BOOTS PIZZA, POST BIKE SHOP, HUMPHREY INDUSTRIES, UNITED, ACT LIKE YOU KNOW, BFF, and us! Top finishers will also receive New York Grands custom t-shirt courtesy of BASE BROOKLYN. The race starts and finishes at the Bicycle Film Festival Street Party on 2nd Avenue and 2nd Street, NYC in front of Anthology Film Archives. The two secret, shredable check points will be announced at 8:00pm on Friday 6/29 on thelastpeople.CO, as well as at the starting line. Prizes will be given out at the street party where POST BIKE SHOP will be holding a Street/Ramp Jam, and Bunny Hop and Long Jump contests. The race, street party, and jam are free to enter. Riders can register simply by showing up at the starting line. Spectating is welcome and encouraged, we recommend wearing jogging shoes though. BFF schedule and ticket sales can be found at bicyclefilmfestival.com. Check thelastpeople.co for updates.

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I’m reposting this to try and get myself inspired to work on another zine. Fairdale print zine 2 is now up on the interweb. Enjoy a flip through above… Still a tiny few print versions left if you prefer killing trees to LCD radiation. Also, if you missed zine 1 feel free to check it out here…. Fairdale Zine 1.

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84 miles In the morning in the hotel I read that heading into SF on the twisty, windy, mountainous and shoulderless highway 1 during evening rush hour was about the worst thing you could do, so that’s exactly what we did. We left Bodega Bay without really finding any food other then a few scraps left over from the small hotel breakfast. Right outside Bodega the shoulder opened up and the riding was nice. The shoreline highway 1 takes a decent deviation inland at this point and the temperature got very warm. Nick, who’s straight outta’ Liverpool ( and knows the Beatles), was having a hard time with it. After so long on the cool and refreshing coast the heat and sun seemed super intense but it was no where near Austin summer heat. It occurred to me that it was the first time on the entire trip I’d heard Nick complain about anything, “it’s bloody fuckan’ hot it is ya’ bugga'” or something like that in my terrible Texan’s impersonation of an English accent. Since he’d pulled me through so many rough spots on the trip and listened to me complain about every hill since Portland I did my best to pull him through the ride. I fixed another broken nipple… So this is why wheel builders tell you to use spoke prep! We charged ahead to get this part over with and lost Sandy when he stopped off to pick up acorns or something. The road went through some rolling farm land with some moderate climbing and temperatures continued to climb. Nick and I stopped at the first convenience store (or if you’re from Michigan like me, Party Store) we found. We were dying for something cold to drink and wanted to wait for Sandy. We found a little shade and downed a few gatorades. I had some cell service and discovered we were way off course and well into Petaluma. I called Sandy and he reported being lost too. He was a ways behind us and was going to double back to pick up the unmarked turn off to the highway 1. Nick and I were so far ahead it made sense for us to continue on and take a more inland route back to the 1. Sandy could meet us there. Getting back to the 1 from Petaluma turned out to be a pretty big undertaking. Nice roads but a whole lot of big climbs. I’m certain that if we had those elevation computers on our bikes today would have been the biggest climbing day by far… Maybe that first day out of Portland was bigger, but today was in the heat. It was about 15 miles back to the coast and we met Sandy up in Point Reyes Station. Having done some 50 miles with no food the decent burritos we found there seemed like the best things ever. While hanging around eating we discovered that Sandy didn’t have a pump with him and that […]

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109 miles – Raised $1850 for Humane Society so far (today’s the last chance to donate!) We started our trip out of Fort Bragg in usual fashion. Everyone got spandexed up, stuffed everything back into our bags and then rolled down to the nearest grocery store. Space is huge commodity in my bag so about all I could fit was 4 different energy and nut bars. Refilled my water bottles and took my turn watching the bikes while the other guys did their shopping. The ride out of Fort Bragg and really most of the ride today was on small or completely non- existent shoulders. We had some wifi in the hotel and at least the ride looked pretty desolate. There’s surprisingly very little out on this part of the California coast. However there actually turned out to be quiet a lot of traffic on the highway 1. Sandy bought himself a new knee brace at the grocery store and was feeling good. In fact, he got a ways ahead of Nick and I, popped in his headphones and unable to hear what was behind him went blasting along on the most dangerous stretch of road to date. Nick and I made good progress for about 20 or 30 miles. The roads were constantly up or down and usually inland. Combine that with our ever present tailwind and comparatively bland scenery and there was nothing to do but just get these miles over with as fast as possible. Then a pair of logging trucks tried to kill us. Sandy broke 1000 miles today on his own. The road was long and straight as far as we could see and two loud trucks were coming up behind us as well as a couple cars toward us. There was no shoulder at all and even the white line was cracked and broken away. Cycling instinct told me this was going to a tight spot as I could hear the monster trucks behind us weren’t braking. I was riding what was left of the white line with a drop off to the side of the road and I chanced the smallest bit of peripheral glance behind me (at the risk of coming out of line or falling off the road) when I realized the truck was coming straight for me. I managed to flinch enough to get the bike off the drop off, feeling part of the truck just missing my elbow and go skidding into the ditch. The truck behind him swerved at me and rode the cracked white line to further show their road dominance. Nick ahead of me faired no better. The first truck missed him by inches and the draft of a truck passing so close sent him wobbling. The next truck was even closer with him fighting to keep control and how he missed getting smashed is beyond me. The trucks never so much as braked and were not willing to give an inch to keep from crunching […]

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