Below is a little video I put together. Its me, on a bike, in Paris. Thrilling stuff. What I wasnt able to shoot was the boat ride at night through the Seine where the tour ended, and the epic partying that went on well into the night with the Kiwis we met there.

It was a bunch of fat middle aged Americans, me, the wife, and two of her Kiwi countrymen who randomly signed up for the tour. I was asked to bring up the rear of the group, of which there were about 20, since there was only 1 guide and he lead the way and I looked like just the asshole to deal with the irate French. The idea was I could keep the heard from getting seperated and Max would always know where the end of the line was by spotting me. No one was supposed to get behind me. Well, about half the people could hardly pedal the damn bikes, and at least 3 of them repeatedly fell behind by doing stupid shit like stopping for yellow lights as the rest of the group went through and hitting the brakes every time a Fiat so much as got within 30 feet of them. I quickly tired of that bullshit.

Mind you, we are often going down 6 lane thoroughfares of Paris’s most trafficked streets, with crazy French assholes cutting us off, and pedestrians darting all over the joint. There is safety in numbers, but these bastards were strung out a few hundred yards apart, single file. Trying to keep a quarter mile of retards together while trying to take in the sites, all the while shooting the entire ride with my GoPro was nearly impossible. I eventually instituted a rule that if you cant keep the guy with the reflective vest (me) in front of you, you deserve to be left behind, and I stopped waiting on them every ten feet. Turns out, we lost 3 people at the Louvre, no kidding (sorry Max). Im sure it built character or something as they had to find their own way back. We eventually made it to the boat where the tour ended with a cruise through the Seine River with complementary wine. Me, 3 Kiwis, and all you can drink wine. The bike ride back to the Eiffel Tower after 2 hours of boozing down under style was an adventure itself. I highly recommend you do this if given a chance. Below are some pics from the trip.

 

Which may be the reason Bansky (allegedly) just hit up a pub in Primrose (see pic below) and made a new installation of a lion and Banky’s trademark girl with balloon with the caption “Run For Your Lives.”  Me, I dont think its Bansky bc I spotted 2 obvious fakes within 2 blocks, the girl does not look like the normal Banksy balloon girl, there is no obvious political message, this is a little below Banksy’s standards these days (seeing as he does 3 story installations and painted real live elephants now)  he denies it was him, and most importantly the Englishman of our crew called complete bullshit astutely noticing that the mirrors hung by the proprietor were set just high enough to make the installation possible.. But anyway, it set the London street scene on fire debating whether it was or was not really him since it just went up. Check out the probably fake Banskey, as well as an original OG Bansky defaced by Team Robbo.

All of these pics were shot using my little GoPro.  Thanks to the dudes at Unique Squared for hooking me up with one.

Trust me….wait for it.

So here is a little sneak peak into his studio/home and one of his latest creations.

Stay tuned to more posts of his shit in the upcoming weeks and you better know that I’m getting him back out on the water for a great return….

  -Everything Is Alright (Master)

 

Highlights:
-Dope Spot where you can drink beer and it’s no big deal
-Not a soul to bother you
-Once summer hits it’s a good place to float/party
-Adam brought Reed’s new Pro Winch to use

Debby Downers:
- Mud.
-Ruined my MF Dooms (Favorite SB’s)
-Cold under bridge
-Mud.
-Didn’t get the money shot I wanted…stay on the rail.

Next time – diamond.