2Wheeled Spew

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The first weekend of August a mass of couriers from all reaches of the globe converged in Chicago for the Cycle Messenger World Championships. A time of year where messengers from all walks of life get to see their friends from the other countries, catch up with old acquaintances, enjoy some misfit hijinks, and compete to see who is the fastest courier in the world. 

This year the Chicago crew threw one hell of a bash. You take some great events, mix-in some sweet venues, a pinch of that Chi-town hospitality, add a dash of courier mayhem, and a sprinkle of nationalities from almost every continent and you get a world class party. 

This is what I got.

First day group ride/tour of the town.

Old school...

612 school!

 

 

 

 

Messenger quick fix.

SF in the house!

 

 

 

The Bar-B-Que!

 

 

Then dude showed up.

Day 2.

 

Movie night.

We're from Minnesota!

Beach party!

The Germans!!

The band.

The bandits.

The worlds largest urinal.

The first day of competition was cut a little bit short by a nasty August thunderstorm. So, my camera  comes off my belt, goes into a plastic bag, and into the depths of my pack. On the way to the prom that night, I realized my camera wasn't on my hip, musta left it back at camp. So I didn't get any shots from the prom. DOH!!

Sunday morning.

 

 

Yup. Two legends.

Volunteers make shit happen!

The grid.

Smokin!

Safa!

What? you may ask.....

This.

Washing it down, proper like.

NYC in the house.

Lucas Brunelle. Check his shit out!!

I wish!

612!

Yes, yet another shot of SK in the hot dog outfit.

One of the only photos of the weekend where Smokin Joe isn't giving the finger.

Nico, running the show.

Say "shit" Sara!

Thats better.

Dashing (stumbling) for the train home.

 

Next up a couple of adventures to Minneapolis, The All-City Championships, and "The Australian Incident(s)".