This is a test... apparently I can text directly to my blog... im going to try it right now~will wonders never cease? This internets thing is amazing. Thanks Al Gore...

Thats right. Beaver County. The beav. BC. 724. Our slice of Western, PA.

My friend Bill made this logo up, great stuff. Hes proud to live around here too.

Ill drink to that!

Ive been here all my life. Except for a little time down south. Those poor bastards dont know what they're missing!

I understand though. I used to hate it but I realized a few years ago just how good we have it here.

Its like this...

Its the end of Winter and you think you cant take one more day of the cold and the brown and white nothingness...

BOOM, Spring is in the air. The days get longer, the flowers blossom, the trees turn green. Time for renewal and rejeuvination. Bike rides in Bradys Run Park resume and the Maple Syrup Festival! Along with this yearly rebirth comes rain, mud and pollen and when you just cant take any more indecisive weather and spring allergies...

POW! heres Summer. In the Summer you can bask in the sunshine all day because the weather is always good (although sometimes partly cloudy) and theres dancing at summer music festivals. You can ride your bike (pedal or motor) anytime you please... all day, everyday! And theres delicious Mojitos that hit the spot on long hot summer nights. Then just when the heat, humidity and long balmy days seem like they go on forever...

WHAM! just like that, its September 1st. Fall weather is upon us. It seems like in just 1 day, it cools down and its time to get your jackets out (oooh, i love finding a forgotten $5 bill in a coat pocket!) and comfy warm flannel PJ's. Theres beautiful landscapes full of colorful leaves and the crisp mornings where you can see your breath for the first time in ages and Halloween then Thanksgiving with bonfires and family get togethers. Dont forget wine festivals and fresh apple cider! Then when your not even ready...

POOF! the first snowfall. The ground is covered with white and the trees are heavy and full of crystals...its just so damn pretty. The solitude of a fresh snowfall... its so peaceful, sometimes you can hear your heartbeat out where I live. Theres sled riding, you can make snow angels and winter mountain bike rides with little nips of smooth Canadian whiskey at stops.

I actually like driving in the snow. Its challenging.

Then when your oh so sick of slushy and salty roads, unbelieveable cold and being sick... the cycle starts over again!

No matter what season your enjoying (or geting sick of) you know a new one will be just around the corner. Theres always a new ride, a seasonal beer to enjoy and a fresh outlook on the weather you thought you couldnt stand!

Just think... You get all this in Beaver County.

724. Tougher than God.

WHO DOES THIS? After a long day of riding a mountain bike in the woods, what better way to relax than to eat a big stack of homemade pancakes smothered in fresh syrup pulled from the veins of the trees and cooked during the of Bradys Run maple syrup festival in good 'ol Beaver County, Pa.

What better way to wash these pancakes down than a big 'ol glass of fine microbrew.

What better way to entertain our full bellies than to hurl bags of beans at plywood with holes in them??

Well, to me and to many of my friends, there is nothing better! If you were in the know, you were there. If you were not there, hopefully next time.

I didnt have the pleasure of the ride but the pancakes, friends and cornhole was alot of fun. I would suggest it to anyone!

Click on the pic to see more hot cornhole action...

I work for a stage rigging company that never has a shortage of jobs that keep us on the road. BTW, thats where the term "roadie" comes from... I am a Roadie.

well, we find ourselves in all kinds of interesting places while working on the road... some fun, some scary and most of them located in bumfuckt egypt (formerly known as east jabip)...

this week we stayed in a DRY county called Sciota in a little burg called seaman. we had to ask directions to the hotel and giggled a little when he told us where we were heading.

i had to ask twice to make sure he wasnt kidding. the guy didnt think it was funny. When he asked where we were from, I told him Beaver and he, in turn, giggled a little. I didnt think it was that funny... I guess im used to it as im sure he is used to people thinking seaman is a funny place to live.

I guess humor is in the funnybone of the beholder. At least he had a sense of humor.

That easter bunny never did catch that little bunny rabbit with that carrot... (see post below)

However he did catch Donovan... although he didnt seem to mind too much. Actualy, bunnys seems to be his favorite.

Is it me or is the easter bunny costume a little creepy? he almost looks stoned...

I guess you would have to be stoned or drunk to sit at the mall for hours on end in that roasting hot getup... all the while having bratty screaming kids pissing in your lap all day.

After we got this picture taken, the bright eyed 5 year old future Einstein that was up next had to be forced into this poor bunnys lap all the while kicking and screaming crying that he didnt wannnnna go!

Grow up kid, that 7 foor monstrous easter bunny is a vegetarian, he only eats kids for lent... o wait... IT IS LENT!!!