Beer and bicycling could be one of the best combos since beer and tacos or beer and pizza. Even since beer and more beer.



It was a crowded meet up at the Gingerman since the Decembrists were playing next door at the Metro. But, all 30 Fucking Bike Clubbers managed to gravitate to the window with beers in hand to get the Full Moon Fiasco cooking for the evening. Consider this an early warning: there may be a new meet up spot going forward.



Carolyn recommended the… Continue

Our safety record stays clean (barely), there were tons of new faces, a committee is formed and as a result the FBC gets some ass (again).



Seconds after hanging up my phone, hearing that he was only a few blocks away and about to join up with us, The Hazard called back to let me know he’d just been hit by a car. The look on the driver’s face was one of shock when 20 bicyclists flew into the parking lot two minutes later to check on him. Thankfully Martin escaped the event with some… Continue

When people asked me what my plans were for Amsterdam, I replied earnestly that I was going to:



A.) Rent a bike

B.) Get higher than Jesus

C.) Cruise around town on said bike with local beer in hand and enjoy the sights.



Knowing that Amsterdam is a bike-oriented city, this seemed the perfect plan. What could be wrong with it? Seems to be a pretty laid-back relaxed place right?



Wrong. Upon leaving the train station with a slightly off-kilter, hungover… Continue

Thanks to John, we have a true up this month, which I have the pleasure of uploading from Venice. (Ain't the internet swell?) and to Aaron for the pix







Fiasco #4 held true to the founding principle of "visible moon, no visible ass." Michael made his debut at the Gingerman as a new Fiasco rider; Martin regaled the uninformed with the always terrifying "Tale of the Phantom Shitter." Fried things from across the street were consumed while Darin distributed the always coveted… Continue

On the Full Moon Fiasco, viewing the actual moon seems to be inversely porportionate to the viewing of moons of the bare ass variety. This was the first Fiasco with skies clear enough to see the moon in it's shining splendor. (Matt H had good route intel that we could see it over the Graceland Cemetary on Clark.) But sadly, there was not a critical mass of shining white ass later in the eve. Sadly, there will be no full moon photo this month.





So speaking of ass, it was cool to… Continue