Kook Adventure Stories 2018-06-27T11:01:06+00:00

Hi! The International Kook Exchange Program; less miles, more smiles. 

Kook Of The Month

Nick Kohn
Nick KohnNorthern Beaches, Australia
Nick is currently battling across Mongolia chasing the tail and route of Ghengis Khan. Thats kook! Follow his epic story on his gram and some stories here as he travels. Go bro go

#kookexchange hashtag

  • New stock on its way to @kookexchange in Sydney, one colour returns, one is improved and one is brand new
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Stock is limited, so keep an eye on the Kook feed to nab yours
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Big shout out to @jambi_jambi for the continued support you rock 🗿
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#wizardworks #bikepackingbags #bikepacking #snaxsax #snackbag #stembag #feedbag #madeinNZ #custommade #kook #kookexchange
  • Today we look at simple yet effective bike modifications with President Aoki. @toydog88 
No.1 Extra support, make it strong #letscheckitout #keepitkook #kookexchange
  • How would you build your @crustbikes_australia Evasion (that you're gonna buy and bring to me to build up...next week?) #blankcanvas .
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#fashun #evasion #crustbiked #bikepacking #outsideisfree #steelisreal #insertplatitudehere #custom #custombuild #kookexchange #keepitkook #ride #ridecrusty #crusty
  • K💫💫K as F🎯🎯K Squad Goals‼️⚡️
"Hey, Mardel, what's the Gurl's name?" "Dunno, Alaska..." @_mardel_ & @jambi_jambi by @davidcragg ✨ 
#kookexchange 🚵 #keepitkook 💜
  • Cute portrait of @_mardel_ And I by @davidcragg. 
He is in South Korea on @slowsquad_intl 2k18 summit. I am living large at home....drinking and smoking and staying up late coz he's not here to keep me accountable....yewyew
#whentheboysareawaythegirlsplay 
#alaska #Keepitkook #kookexchange #mardelaspampas
  • Told you we'd make it to #humpday didn't we!? #wednesday #humptydoo
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#wheelywednesday #wheeliewednesday #popitup #monomate #wheelie #wheely #sydney #sydneyrides #kooks #kookexchange #kookadoodledoo
  • I lub mah K👀K family...
Repost: @kookexchange
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We have a fresh Kook of the Month.

Meet Magic Metal Ray. 
A resident of Flagstaff and lover of Mexician fajitas. Ray has had a run of broken bones and bad luck injuries that he keeps bouncing back from.  Thats true magic. 
Ray will be treating us with a magical bike tour recipe involving mushrooms of your choice. (The vegetarians steak and important for your nutrition. )

In the back there we have @sarahjswallow and @jambi_jambi Making magic somewhere in Tucsan. 🍄 It's magic month. 🍄

#kookofthemonth #keepitkook #kookexchange
  • We have a fresh Kook of the Month.

Meet Magic Metal Ray. 
A resident of Flagstaff and lover of Mexician fajitas. Ray has had a run of broken bones and bad luck injuries that he keeps bouncing back from.  Thats true magic. 
Ray will be treating us with a magical bike tour recipe involving mushrooms of your choice. (The vegetarians steak and important for your nutrition. )

In the back there we have @sarahjswallow and @jambi_jambi Making magic somewhere in Tucsan. 🍄 It's magic month. 🍄

#kookofthemonth #keepitkook #kookexchange
  • Two works are now on display (and available for purchase) at the @kookexchange // @crustbikes velo emporium showroom. Best bet for viewing these IRL with your eyeballs is to arrange a time in the DMs with the kooks as they are often out riding and/or dancing (or just peep through their shopfront window, its 2 mins from central station) #hey #kookexchange #davidcragg #crustbikes #internationalkookexchangeprogram #kookmagic
  • My @crustbikes Clydesdale build. 🍄

#crustbikes #citybikes #keepitkook #kookexchange
  • 🍄 Kook magic month. 🤯🧙🏿‍♂️ Some potent magic concoction content, some fresh kook magic kits coming. And @raymondrewalker secret recipe. 🍄 
Life is magic, Bikes are magic, Kooks are magic.

#keepitkook #magicmonth #kookexchange
  • Never underestimate the importance of getting your derailleur hanger lined up relative to your wheel for optimal shifting 🔧#bikeshoplife .
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#abbeybiketools #sram #shred #shredeagle #crustbikes #lbs #sydney #sydneyrides #kookexchange
  • 👋🏼🌏✨Keeping It K💫💫K‼️ with Chief Instigators  @jambi_jambi and @_mardel_ 🌻🌻✌🏼💚💜
#kookexchange 
#crustbikes
#zefasfuck
#biketouring 🇳🇿
  • Partner In Grime. @_mardel_ 
#zef #kookexchange #biketouring #crustbikes

@bartblakey Takes our photo.  Who is currently on good tour atm.
  • Beyond bicycle tips.............. #kookwaterrats #middleofnowhere #kookexchange exchanging the bike for the kayak. #mardelsays
  • Pioneer of the no-footer wheely (and he's not even clipped in folks), @_mardel_ put on a master class at Wheely Convenient world headquarters this afternoon. Get around him! 💂‍♂️
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#kook #bigkook #kooked #kookamamalam #kookexchange #wheely #sydney #sydney #crustbikes #nofooter #noworries
  • Crust and King lookin' good 😍😎
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#crustbikes 
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  • Come in store to the Kook shop this two hundred and 18 for your next booge. Dancing by appointment only. 
@maxocadel not included 
#kookexchange #boogeyondown #year218
  • @mamapedal out kookin! Looking fly as hell. 
Off-center patch sew job inspo.

#kookexchange 
#keepitkook
  • Fresh droppage on Kook dot com. @wizard.works for Kook Exchange by @harry_major entitled- Feed Editions. 
Open and close with one hand. No more bonking on those rough trails. You can keep one hand on the wheel and feed yourself at the same time. 
Couple of colourways up on the website and a cute in-depth interview on @harry_major private life on the Kook feed. 
Link in biography
#technicalanalysis #kookexchange #wizardworks #bikepacking #bagmakers #keepitkook
  • Alpine Flora detail from 'Jagungal II' a commission for the legendary @jambi_jambi #chemtrails #roundmountainhut #jagungalwilderness #jagungal #bikepacking #kookexchange #internationalkookexchangeprogram #davidcragg @kookexchange
  • We gave our mates at @kookexchange a little gift to rip around in. 
Jorja and Marcel wearing the Pedal Mafia S2X Spray Jacket- lightweight, breathable and water resistant material that’s perfect for any adventure. -
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Available in our Redfern, Sydney store
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#pedalmafiasydney #pedalmafia #cyclingapparel #internationalkookexchangeprogram #kookexchange
  • Mid year crisis #kookexchange #hangtime #trees #midyearsales
  • Big Red, Big tires, Big trucks. Little dude.
  • Found a cool bike shop in Sydney, Australia today!  Always fun to swap stories with other cyclists... possible future DAMn riders!  #crustbikes #kookexchange #thedayacrossminnesota
  • Where in the bloody world are ya, @strokeofstoke?!
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#kookexchange #bicycle #biketouring #seeyououtthere #stoked #openroad #surly #trek #bicycletouring #biketrail #travelbybike #cycletouring #cyclingphotos #rideyourbike #bicycletrip #biking
#bicycletouring  #worldbybike #bici #adventurecycling  #outsideisfree #cycling #bikepacking #bicicleta  #biketravel #biketour
  • Textile project with the kooks at @kookexchange #comingsoon #davidcragg #kookexchange #internationalkookexchangeprogram #kookcamo
  • It’s called fashion, sweaty, look it up. #fashionistemporarystyleisforever .
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📷 @jackgillvisuals #fromwhereiride #cyclist #gcn #kooksonly #kookexchange #cycling #oakley #oakey  #hardycyclesexeter #brorcycling #kaskhelmets #teamhardycycles #adventure #gravelbike #fitness #wellbeing #bikelife #bicycle #getoutstayout #outsideisfree #outsideisfred #gravgrav #lilpoopi
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( English in comment )
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A Jambi le hablamos cuando estábamos en Argentina haciendo los planes para venir para acá. Vi que en su perfil andaba siempre acompañada de bicicletas hermosas y decidí enviarle un mensaje.
- Hermosa foto, le dije.
- Thank you, respondió.
- Hugs from Argentina.
- Kisses from Sydney, Australia.
- See you there! We are starting cycling on January from Perth to Perth.
- Rad. Looking forward to following this. Stay in touch.

Un año después nos recibieron con las puertas abiertas de su casa. Recientemente inauguraron su propia tienda de bicicletas y logramos llegar a la fiesta que montaron y, encima, cantar unas canciones. Durante 8 días dormimos en el piso del lugar.
Las vueltas de la vida son maravillosas y esta vez, le agradecemos a las redes y la conexión que genera en estos sentidos.
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Gracias @jambi_jambi y @_mardel_ son hermosos.
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The Bikings:
💻 @rechtdaniel
🍳 @francobicicleta
🔊 @maxocadel
🦌 @guampasdelsur
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📥: thebikingsproject@gmail.com
👨🏼‍💻: DM for any collaboration
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  • Después de 2 increíbles semanas dejamos Sydney. Thanks @jambi_jambi and @_mardel_ for letting us crash at the @kookexchange crib. Now with an inspiring Kook Look ready to hit the road again 😎 See you in the North !
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🍳 @francobicicleta
🔊 @maxocadel
🦌 @guampasdelsur
  • Said goodbye to @thebikingsproject who stayed with us at the Kook Mansion. If there is anyone out there who is more Kook than these dudes I would like to meet you. 
Safe travels lads as you slowsquad around Australia. 
#adios #kookexchange #internationalkookexchangeprogram #keepitkook #kookmansion
  • Keeping it clean. Keeping it kook. 
#crustbikes #romanceur 
#kookexchange
  • Clearing out my phone storage so im plonking clips into the autoedit feature of samsung movie maker to mixed results. This is the 'compelling' filter #compelling #samsungmoviemaker #mullet #sunrise #bikepacking #bodysurfing #dancing #graffiti #kookexchange #bmx #edm #dmt
  • @s.hayescostello takes rad photos and doesn’t mind jumping out of his tent and into the mud to help... 🤙🤙
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#flyfishingsaveslives #lessegosmoreamigos #biketouring #bikefishing #bikefarming #kookexchange
  • Keep It KooK...
Safety First 💛 .
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#bikepacking #bikefishing #bicyclefishing #tenkara #flyfishing #oregon #deschutes #mountainbike #bicycletouring #salsadeadwood #safetyfirst #kookexchange #outsideisfree #upyoursindoors #nature #myhome #keepitsimple #simpleainteasy #rideloaded #voilestrapschampion #voilestraps #surly #kooklifechoseme #handupgloves  #kook #lovelife
  • Thanks @jambi_jambi and @_mardel_ !  Officially ready for summer thanks to @kookexchange. 
#kookexchange
  • Out here in Fort Collins Colorado volunteering for @coloradostockandgrain and my form of transportation around the farm is by bike. #rideabikegettherefree #internationalkookexchangprogram #kookexchange #slowsquad #slowride #organicveggies #pigfarmink #flyfishingsaveslives #bikefishing #bikefarming. 📸 @s.hayescostello
  • The three musketeers. #IWantToBeAramis . .
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#fromwhereiride #cyclist #cycling #bikepacking #bikepackers #bikepack #alpkit #ortileb #karrimor #getoutstayout #getweird #kooksonly #kookexchange #overnighter #genesisbikes #genesisbikesuk #salsacycles #salsabikes #jonesbikes #jeffjones #gravelbike #plusbike #gravgrav #outsideisfred
  • Exclusive 1/1 #kookexchange feral identification plate #keepitkook #kingranch aka when I waste my 💸, I waste it good.
  • Bahco laplander fits very nicely in the #thepiggybackbackpiggypiggybackback from @kookexchange  #kookexchange #keepitkook #internationalkookexchangeprogram #bahco #bahcolaplander  #hopetech #alpkit #mashsf
  • @squidbikes fell in love with Odin
#allcitychampionships2018 #kookexchange #keepitkook #odinalert #daww
  • Slow ride....
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#slowsquad #internationalkookexchangprogram #flyfishingsaveslives #biketouring #tiltportland #bikepacking #bikefishing #kookexchange #whatsyourhappyhour #happyhoursunglasses  #nextadventure #360degreesofadventure #acab 📸 @jess.mudgett
  • Fashion is speed. .
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#radtimes #kookexchange #godandfamous #cynergycycles #bestcoast #lastreetart #specialized_adv #specialized_road #specializedtarmac #ultraromance photo: @bryn_crawford
  • I ♥️ fast food #foodiesofinstagram #kookexchange
  • Drizzle nizzle. #carradice #kookexchange #crustbikes #swiftcampout #surly #selleanatomica #paulklamper #crustromanceur #bikecommute
  • It's like the Grand Canyon, but down under #outsideisfree #outsideismetal #kookexchange
  • Last day at  Confluence Couriers! Gonna miss you friends! West coast here I come!

#Repost @confluencecourier
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Our very own @crosscountryqueerier is taking off for an adventure on two wheels. If you see him passing through give him a hi five and a hug! We love you 301, have a blast! 🏄 #tourtime #kookexchange
  • Our very own @crosscountryqueerier is taking off for an adventure on two wheels. If you see him passing through give him a hi five and a hug! We love you 301, have a blast! 🏄 #tourtime #kookexchange
  • Picking up some Clydesdale fork fodder from @crustbikes_australia to take back to the lair and get forky #horsingaround .
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#clydesdale #crust #crusty #noboringbikes #kook #keepitkook #kookexchange #bicycle #mtb #trekbikes #sydneyrides #cargo #funinthefront #partyupfrontbusinessintheback
  • #shredding  #hivis #keepitkook #dodicicicli #dodicispecial #alpkit #brooksengland 
#cadencecollectionuk #nnr #godandfamous  #thomson #tanwalls #tanwallsforlife #bright #trackbike #fixie #fixedgear  #mackworkshop #tracklocross #wood #forest #shitbars #keepitkook #kookexchange #internationalkookexchangeprogram

Kook Adventure Stories


Nick of Northern Beaches in Mongolia on Kook Tour

The idea of cycling around Central Asia came from reading a book of a man who, completely on a whim, decided to follow the trail Ghengis Khan conquered – from Mongolia all the way through to Hungary.

The thought of the trip seemed incredible and adventurous. Maybe even romantic.

Out in the wilderness, just Tania, my red brick Surly Troll and I. We would ride through the mountains, the steppe and the desert. I would witness one of the last real nomadic cultures, who rely on nature for their own survival, as well as that of their animals.

That’s a bloody big change from the Northern Beaches of Sydney.

Arriving in Mongolia by train from Beijing was an experience in itself. The bus ride to the border was super lush with lay down beds onboard and stops at roadside resturants for cheap and delicious noodle bowls. The train from Zamiin Uud (border town) to Ulaanbaatar (capital of Mongolia) was an old Russian train with traditionally dressed up assistants, addressing patrons as ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am’ in their broken English. It featured cabins like on the Hogwarts Express and the views through the Gobi Desert were an exciting yet terrifying image of what I was to endure in a few days time.

Purely by chance, I met three other cyclists in immigration while extending my visa. They happened to be going the same route I had intended through Mongolia so I tagged along with Chris, Maren and Ivan.

Thank God I met these people, as I may have considered quitting in the first week if it wasn’t for their presence and support – I’ll try to put the reasons into words.

The first two days were riding fresh laid tar with a tail wind – speeding our way up and down hills and smashing at least 80km/day. However, soon we entered the desert. The world that would be our reality for the next few weeks, whether we liked it or not. I consider myself to be a well travelled individual who enjoys being outside of his comfort zone, though never in my whole life have I experienced temperature ranges, wind, terrain and desolation like what I did here.

There were days on end of rough corrugations, soft sand and an unbelievably consistent and soul-destroying headwind, where, after a whole day of riding we would only make 25km. I could count on one hand the times in my life that my morale has been that low. Seeing how little wildlife was around also got on my nerves. It seemed for every animal that was alive, there were two or three dead. The stench of rotting carcass became the scent of this first week.

However due to having the others, keeping it weird on a daily basis ensured everyone would have a good day. Ivan, for example, kept talking about how heavy his bike was. He couldn’t figure out why he kept lagging behind on some sections. Was it his fitness? Did he carry too many luxuries? Or was it the three litres of home made Bulgarian alcohol and two logs of salami he had packed away to share amongst the group?

We found it to be far more efficient to ride in single file as to avoid the added pain of the wind. Each kilometre or so, the person in front would swap out. Instead of being boring and keep it to a whistle or yelling ‘yep!’, it was decided something creative was neccesary. There were all sorts of funny noises occurring but the best was Chris screaming ‘Rakija’ (the Bulgarian alcohol) at the top of his lungs, and Ivan somehow managing to get the bottle out of his pannier while riding to the front, giving everyone a drink along the way. That’s kook as – don’t drink and ride kids!

After about four days in the desert, we made it to a town – a massive relief as the hard riding and constant exposure to the elements had us eating like pigs and our food was getting pretty low. We went to the super market to purchase our diverse diet of either rice, millet or buckwheat as a base; maybe potato, carrot or onion as vegetables (often not available) and seasoned with a delicious sprinkle of salt. If we were super lucky, maybe the shop would have apples – exciting!

Coming out of the shop, we were left with the typical issue of where to cook in wind like this. We tried to avoid cooking in town as the locals all crowd around and by this stage we are already pretty tired. But this day, there was nowhere to go.

We stopped by a building, using the wall as a shelter so our stoves could cook more efficiently. Within a minute, a car had stopped with a gentle-looking old man getting out. There was the typical lost-in-translation conversation but then he kept saying ‘ger’ – the Mongol version of a tent that the nomadic (and all other people outside one of the four major cities) live in – while drawing one in the sand. He took us to his house, and as we entered through the tiny ‘Alice in Wonderland’ esqe door, we were surprised at how warm and cosy yet roomy it was inside.

His wife was in there, working away on the sewing machine, the kids glued to the TV, and our host busy getting the poo-fuelled stove started in order to brew is a salted tea for us (you read that right). He encouraged us to use his stove and utensils to cook but once we were all done, he wouldn’t let us leave. I called my Mongolian friend who lives in the capital to help translate.

This man was so concerned for our wellbeing, going out with the bikes in this weather – referring to me as the madman in shorts – that he legitimately thought we were going to die. Hence, he was trying to make us stay in order for us to live another day.

I had made jokes about this trip being of great risk before I left, but it was definitely an eye-opener when a tough local is so concerned.

The next day, we were on a bus to Altai after our host explained that the next water was 270km away and the terrain was harder than what we were riding when making only 25km per day. I watched worriedly as Tania got strapped to the roof of a Soviet-era minivan and we got going. At first it felt like cheating, but watching the dust storms engulf the van, and feeling the wind push such a vehicle through the soft sand, made me sure we had come to the right choice.

From Altai, it was still rough, however things were changing. Now, not all the animals were dead on the side of the road. There were camels – with two humps that wobble like an obese man’s belly when running, goats, sheep, plenty of wild horses and majestic eagles and falcons soaring overhead.

There was one afternoon, where, over a steamy brew, we were all checking out the map. We sat in silence, confused, as it showed there was a river coming up soon. Not believing the outdated charts, we kept riding against the wind with no expectations.

Suddenly, we crested a hill and turned a corner and Maren started yelling. Down, nestled into the valley, there was what seemed to be something similar to an oasis. A patch of bright green grass, about 1km x 1km, sat next to a rushing stream. Instantly, energy levels went sky high.

Crossing the river was the first of the excitement – too deep to ride through and almost too wide to jump across. Shortly after, the shoes came off and we were able to enjoy the lush turf under our toes. Heads dunked into the hair-raisingly cold water was refreshing in a way I can not describe.

We set up the tents and began to prepare dinner, when the wind stopped and Mother Nature gave us the most beautiful sunset. Every divet of the surrounding mountains was illuminated in a burning orange, with a near full moon rising over the animals grazing on the pasture. It was one of those beautiful moments when you realise this is an image that will stay with you forever.

Riding into Khovd was definitely an exciting experience as one of the first things we saw was the giant Russian supermarket. This is a significant change from the tiny roadside stalls we had had the past few weeks. Excitement levels were high, as we had choice of buying a range of goods that we would expect from the corner store at home, but are a luxury over here.

I had almost finished shopping when something caught my eye. I couldn’t believe it, was it true?! Surely not, I must be going mad! I rubbed my tired eyes and checked again. There was red wine of the shelf – an indulgence that I didn’t expect to experience for a long time indeed. In my typical style, I picked up the cheapest bottle and damn near skipped out of the supermarket with joy. Wrapped in a fleece and carefully strapped in my basket, we headed to Cai’s house – a WWF volunteer who had kindly offered us to stay at his for the night.

We went via the bazaar to grab ingredients for tonight’s feast – we had an oven! Veggies were purchased to roast when I smelt the strong scent of the free-range Mongolian meat. The meat market was next door! This was a real experience – meat and offal on the tables, with old ladies sharpening their knives or grinding meat in the hand-turned mincers. A little blood was on the floor and the heads of the animals were at the base of the table, both a good measure to prove the produce was fresh. At just $4.60/kg, some mutton and goat was purchased to add to our meal. The combination of having a roof over our heads, with a homecooked meal, a mug of red, good tunes and better mates was a very welcome change.

Over the next period, nights would continue to be cold, though the wind stopped blowing so hard and finding rivers became more regular. Each night, there were visits from locals, whether that be the livestock, or their shepards, trotting in on horseback. They stand back, sipping from the bottle of vodka they inevitably have hidden in their robe. They are surprised at how we have chosen to live – touring by bicycle – then even more shocked when they see the solar panels, water purification devices, cameras and other electronics we are carrying.

I am often left wondering whether they are aware of what the rest of the world is like. Do they know and choose to maintain their simple, traditional lifestyle, or are they oblivious (through no fault of their own) of how so many others are living?

The further we went west, the steeper the hills became. There were a number of long stretches that we were told would be a tough slog due to the soft sand. To our surprise, a half constructed road of varying levels of readiness was there, closed to vehicles, however easily accessible with a bike. Although we had to get off every few kilometres due to drainage still being in construction, it was much faster than the alternative option.

Soon enough, these roads ended and some of the up hills felt like trying to climb a vert ramp in a skate park, but on a fully loaded bike and in the sand. The addition of roadworks and mining trucks zooming past with no warning didn’t help the situation.

On the crown of the mountain, we were met with the view of glistening, snow covered mountain ranges, contrasted against the purple and maroon highlights of the Mongolian geology. The best news came when Chris informed us the next 10km would be downhill, however on some very rough terrain.

For some reason, this set a fire off in me. I tend to be a cautious rider, however I plugged in some banging tunes and absolutely sent it. I sang at the top of my lungs, while weaving around potholes that could swallow my tyres, speeding up to skim over sand patches, and even hit a dirt mound that resembled a jump, leaving Tania (weighing in at 58kg) and I gliding through the dusty mountain air. The rush I felt at the bottom, being left completely out of breath, with a beaming smile, was really something special.

As I write this, I am sat alone, at Achit Nuur, a freshwater lake, a day and half ride from the city of Bayan-Olgii. I have since split with the others as they are continuing their journey through Russia whereas I’ll head down through Xinjang in China. Before commencing the journey to the border, I made the choice to enjoy some time alone, to relax and do absolutely nothing for a day or so. It started with an almost instant invitation into a ger owned by a family of eight, for tea, bread and aruul – a local snack.

While the tea was brewing, the 94 year old man and his seven year old grandson insisted on seeing my knife – a common practice in Mongolia. While I was happy with its condition, the man was obviously not impressed, as he pulled the small fruit knife out of his boot with one swift movement and cu a piece of paper to shreds. Before long, he had taken a large stone from his pocket and began roughing up my blade ti it it was slicing his arm hair with the lightest touch.

While this is most definitely one of the Toughest experiences of my life – it is also one of the most rewarding. The landscape I am immersed in now is like a painter’s colour palette with blinding yellow straw and grass so bright it almost looks artificial. My ears are constantly filled with the deafening hum of bugs, with the dull crunching of livestock feeding on the grass, or birds of prey diving to pull fish from the water. It’s the real life David Attenborough experience you’ve always dreamed of. And I’m lucky enough to be sitting here, with a tea in hand, watching time go by.

To be continued

Nick Kohn

Instagram – @strokeofstoke

 

Backyard BMX Party

David Cragg, our favourite original dad. Fully sponsored Kook and builder, creator of the biggest backyard ramp mansion.

We had a little ‘might-have-to-get-rid-of-ramp’ arvo party down in Wollongong – home of the big BMX mansion. Where big names (probably) but I don’t remember any of them came down to make use of the ramps – before maybe having to dismantle the masterpeice. It was good. Some dood took a big ol spill taking all the weight of the fall to his right cheekbone. See vid below – after gallery.

 

 

 


 

James and Jesse’s Fly Fishing – Bike Packing – Siq ass tour

Int. Kook Exchange Program is damn pumped about supporting Kook ass tours. James and Jesse are rolling out next week on a soul finding, work flicking, mate making, bike packing, fly fishing expedition. They going to give us a weekly round up. Expect kute snappies, stories from the road and pics of fish! Ride on bois. We are stoked for you….Wish we were there!!!

Here is James, spinning a tale of why work place safety is no fucking joke, telling us about his trip and his sk8er mate Jesse – who made the right choice.


Words From James;

Well I used to work in a cabinet shop building custom furniture and stuff, and I was milling some old pine that had a nail in it and it made the wood jump and my hand slipped and got pulled into the machine. It took all five fingers on my dominant hand, It happened 4  1/2 years ago now. It’s definitely taught me patience haha.
 For the route, Jesse and I plan on taking back roads from Reno to Klamath falls Oregon, from their were gonna be hoping onto the Oregon outback trail and riding north.
We plan on taking our time and fly fishing along the way up. Once we get to Portland we’re gonna rest for a day or two, then start riding down into Boise. I have two friends that plan on meeting up for a week and will be bringing my two dogs out for some good times in the outdoors!! Our route is kinda wherever the road takes kind of thing but we are trying to end it in Leadville Colorado.
I’m doing this trip cause I need it mentally, and I feel the road will cure it.
Jesse and I are both skateboarders/artist and both only have bikes for transportation. We grow up together out here in Reno skating. Jesse actually quit his job for this trip, his job found out through Instagram he was gonna do this and they told him either quite and ride or stay and work. He quit hahaha “

SERENA THE BICYCLE BALLERINA

We got a collection of images here of Serena @rad_rio and her @crustbikes Evasion; that brass voice, the hella skills on the bike, the bright smile – If you got a ride with Serena planned you know its gonna be a good day. We exchanged a few photos of @_captainsassypants_ for some fresh off the press Kook Socks. Serena in her habitat. So beautiful.

She inspires more women to get on bikes. She inspired us ride harder and faster. She inspires the internet with her posi vibes.

She slays.

 

Crust Van Tour

@woodly_rat and @raymondrewalker came out to Australia from the US to do a Crust Bikes ride from Brisbane to Sydney.

I wrote a piece for the Radavist after we all got back. See the whole article here on the Radavist or find just the words below with some extra images that didn’t make the cut.


 

“ Touring plans can be dismantled on the fly and made better, sure there is glory in the hard yakka, but when you are out for two weeks, just looking for the good times … Chase the rainbow and good trails. Turn off that path if it looks rosier, you’re on holidays! That’s what the #crustvantour did, and boy did we find the rainbow.

We set out to ride half of the east coast of Australia. From Brisbane to Sydney over the month that Kurt and Raymond were in town from America. Half the crew riding on Crust Bikes, it was a Crust Tour after all; a step through extra small hot-pink Evasion, an eXtra cycle converted Evasion, a Crust Romanceür, and a fresh burgundy Scapegoat that Kurt was riding. The other half of the crew riding a Surly, a custom Moustache build, a pub bike and Jones bike. We can’t all be Crust lucky.

We were a crew of 8, Marcel and myself – Sydney; Matt and Cheech – the perfect couple; Rick and Daniel – Brisbane’s finest and Kurt and Ray – bringing the international American flavour. We set out from Brisbane, 8 bikes loaded into 2 vans. Cyclone Debbie has rampaged through the first half of the route. So we skipped it. We drove nearly 400km south to Crescent Head, soaking in the flavours of Australia the old fashioned way, pit stops into pie shops.

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