Moons under RENO. I’m not sure when we thought it would be a good idea to get bare assed on the main drag, but obviously it was the best idea at the time. This wasn’t anywhere in the manifest, but hey – anything for points…
SCALLEYCAT is an annual 24 hour bike race/scavenger hunt in Reno, Nevada. It’s also a booze fueled debauch across the high desert and into every den of iniquity in town. SCALLEYCAT started in the mythical past (I thinks it’s 10 years strong now) and is still the best race in the west. Last year, Harpo mane and I went together. This year I rolled down with the New Mystics contingent to race and recreate, visiting some homies in town and scumming around the Biggest Little City.
We received a sympathy card from Jeffy – the homie whose house we were staying at – before the race even began. It’s contents? “We’re deeply sorry for your loss – you will not win SCALLEYCAT.” We promptly signed our own names to the card and re-gifted it to these yung bucks… cheating is winning.
Juice gets extra juicy with some MD 20/20. We were somewhere downtown, it was 4 am. Every year SCALLEYCAT has different themes – this year was robots, hence the roborection. Last year when Harpo and I raced it was Hot Dogs & Bananas. Don’t ask…
The homie Tom trying to catch a free ride. It was a pleasure to git down to Reno to see this guy. He’s the third member No Touching Ground and I put down in New Mystics in 2007. I hadn’t seen him since he moved back to Reno, his hometown, this summer.
In SCALLEYCAT a lot of points are had from messing with other contestants. In this case, Colin and I spent a half hour at the morning checkpoint walking around calmly catching SC*15 tags on other people’s helmets. What’s amazing is that no-one noticed…
We have some wild friends in the biggest little city, Reno NV. They love bikes, beer and anarchy – the totality of these interests manifests itself as a yearly bike race called SCALLEYCAT. SC is a 24 hour, booze fueled debauch in and around Reno, including punk shows, puking, fire, buying stuff for bums, graffiti, and many, many bad ideas. Overall, it’s one of the best times you can have in the wild west. We were’t there to win, but that’s not the point.
Vintage porn spoke cards. This was taken at 10 am.
Buy a shot for a stranger. I had also just tucked him, and a bike, into one of the race founders’ bed.
Exactly what it looks like. Hey Megan!
What it sez. We also made some new bike lanes… it’s really about civic engagement.
And did I mention there was fire?
We went out to American Flats, a huge abandoned factory covered in graffiti and surrounded by sagebrush.
The pioneer graveyard in Virginia City, population 920.