Bust out your VHS tape rewinder (the one shaped vaguely like a Ferrari) and zip on back to 1992.

So we make our own, the weekend before Labor Day. We had 50 t-shirts made, with one-of-a-kind tire treads on the back, thanks to some fabric ink and a front wheel in my parent's garage. "Admission" is $5 for the shirt and beer.
Don secures the key ingredients - a Cook County Forest Preserve picnic permit for the Swallow Cliff area of Palos along with a cash donation from LaGrange's The Wheel Thing bike shop - enough to cover the necessary keg o' beer.


Don brings an ESPN banner and a fish-eye lens and I kill a roll taking goofy shots.

We had a Huffy Toss - see who can throw the junker bike the farthest, but I sadly don't have any pix of us mauling the cheap-ass bike.
















We continued the traditon for a few years, most of the time we were able to secure the same shelter on the same weekend. Kinda like Moose Murphy.
Funny - no riding shots. Oh well, we had fun hanging out and drinking beer in the woods that day.
Funny - no riding shots. Oh well, we had fun hanging out and drinking beer in the woods that day.
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