Biking with 13 year olds

On Saturday I took the most bitchin' bike ride to the Marin Headlands with four young-uns from the Bike Kitchen youth program. The youth were hella stoked and had never biked over the bridge before. We rode up the hill to the left of the bridge and then down this dirt trail into Rodeo Valley, and then back to the Bike Kitchen.

The whole time I was really feeling how pumped up these youth were, and how rad it was that me and my Bike Kitchen cohorts were doing this trip all volunteer status. It was so quasi-official: We had rules, permission slips, sunscreen, first aid; at the same time, we had no bullshit program stuff to deal with, and the kids both looked up to us as teacher types as well as friends. Totally posi saturday--in the words of Good Clean Fun: "Everyone had fun and no one got hurt!"

Who knows if these young people will even remember this ride, or what the fuck they will get into as they grow up. At least for now it feels good to be providing a positive space for some young people to hang out and create adventures for themselves.

I wonder what other kinds of cutty shit we can do with these kids?

Die Party ist sehr bØring!

The adventure was halted in its tracks today at an undeniably wac party, and I've realized that I haven't been to any really awesome house parties lately.

Whats the deal with that? People hella not trying to meet each other, people hella into being hella rude to each other, and girls hella trying to treat me like I'm some cabron-ass douchebag trying to pick up on them (stop flattering yourself) when all I'm trying to do is find out where the rest of the Fig Newmans are at (pretty please?).

What an inane social life. Boring! If anyone found the fig Newmans, lemme know.