Saturday, November 28, 2020

Ol' Trouble

A few months of solid go hard and abuse took its toll, this old Azonic dirt jump machine was taken out of commission for a broken spoke mid summer. The rear wheel is definitely the weak link with this build, so I'm not suprised at this point. 

Healing a pulled muscle, along with a holiday vacation, and a weird world = turning wrenches and miniature painting. Replaced the spoke on the rear wheel, and trued both of them up.  My current obsession with moto bars and bmx grips continues to make its way onto all my builds.

I've always wanted to do a red, purple, and white build, so parts from like 4 spare bikes that have kicked around for years have come together in a cosmic clusterfuck of go hard. I think she shall be known as the Royale from here out. Consequently I would like to build a new rear wheel with a purple Hope Trials hub, but stuff. Things. Is it worth it? Thats a lot of bread.

Maxxis DTH skinwalls. 26x2.2 or something. We will see how long these tires last on this build, but I don't have much confidence. They were purchased for my classy Trek 800 (RIP), so they are light and so smooth, but I can see absolutely shredding the thin sidewalls while running high pressures and launching onto and off of things.


You may recognize these from my faithful Trek 800 (RIP).

Replaced bars with a spare set I had and flipped the stem. Don't wease my juice buddy. That's my style. Fresh cables. Trek 800 died so the Royale may be more rad. Old set of Paul levers. Classy. Yes, I have a spare purple ano stem laying around, but I didn't like the reach.

In the depths of my wintertime boredom I will switch out the chainring, I'm just not into all that nonsense right now.

A prior version of the build.

I am pretty certain this bike is the reason the cops around town try to discourage my riding in the local parks. Killed it! So Ive got that goin' for me. But seriously, I smashed this beast around town for months in the spring, and I'm still terrified at some of the lines I was hitting at that point.

I got these stickers in the mail the other day from S&M bikes. I've been eyeing them up for a while, and figured $15 for some stickers that could sell out at any time is worth it. One is on the 1x1, one is on the Lowside. The alien smoking a fattie is reserved for something special.


Before we go, here's a current jam for you. Some New Wave of British Heavy Metal, gentlepeople? Unironically, I'd recommend it for fans of Spinal Tap. Which means I still can't take it seriously. But its fuckin' wicked. I guess Manowar and Saxon may be somewhat fair comparisons, but again, I can't take that shit seriously. Also, in one Reincarnate tune they describe flying high as an albatross. The majestic... albatross. The Brits are a strange bunch.



Friday, November 13, 2020

Bianchi: It's Italian for "Stooge"

More often than not a Bianchi is found underneath a greased gooch and smuggled plums, but not this little gem. This bike has made its way in and out of my possession a few times, ridden by my Cuz, then his little duder, and now on to another good bud of mine.

I think everything on this bike is out of my parts stash. Stoke. Old school Haro Fatboy bars, some Promax levers, Gusset tensioner. That stem was on my Trek beer cruiser for years (RIP).


Mmm... look at that tire clearance. Sexy.


I live my life one trash build at a time.



Overdose - Two Wheels and Gone

 Also, here's some fresh jams. Highly recommended if you need rock and roll in your life. And who the fuck doesn't right now?

Thursday, November 12, 2020

You watch a vile force as they emerge from the depths...



December 2019 I Finished King Coprophal, Master of the Sludge Pits of Azgor. And lo, may we rejoice in the filth brought forth. 

While originally the tentacles were supposed to be reminiscent of roots, I think tacky aquariums and real live coral are manifesting as a big influence on this. I imagine the background stones as the exoskeletal calcium part of the coral, with the tentacles reaching out like the filter or stinging arms. I would like to sculpt one or two tiny nudibranch style creatures to add life and visual interest down below.


Also eyeballs and Cthulhu and feasting on festering faeces in the asylum of the deep dark abyss. Some assholes wrote a song about that shit one time.



 I'm real proud of his crab claw. 100% me, and definitely the coolest thing I've sculpted myself.

The base is a really nice burl plinth. Maple maybe? I bought it at an MFCA convention years ago and it's been lurking in my stash. Handmade in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. It will be beautiful after the base is finished, painted, clear coated, and the masking is finally peeled off.

I need to figure out an idea for a little more elevation for the miniature. I've been working on carving bricks and other concrete shapes from slabs of cast plaster, and I am planning to move toward more complex carved plaster detail in future projects.. Also, a second depth dweller may appear at some point if I can work things together.

 


 ACXDC - The Oracles of Death

Second song on this one will rip your tits off. You're welcome.