Brasserie

Now that the breeding program is at full tilt, we will need to find ways to quench the superhuman thirst that second generation Chunklings are sure to develop. Thud is thus cultivating a bond with Dee and Clair's Brew Club So Pathetic so as to avert any potential crisis when the new brood comes of age.

Dee and Clair have been brewing for a while, but if they were to be able to satiate CHVNK livers, the five gallon partial-mash method just wasn't gonna cut it and they needed a full grain tower. Within days of the initial consultation (where he was promised as much wee-heavy as he could drink as payment) Thud found a commercial grade, free-standing, two burner propane stove in a dumpster a block from the Krackhouse. Score! A few frames from the tree 'o shame, a bed frame, a handful of coat hangers and we're hot to trot.

Since the construction was necessarily to be done on-site, the tanks were brought over from the Foxtrot station by…well…er, don't try this at home kids.

One always forgets how much "staring at it" time, mitering time, paint sanding time and all the rest goes into something with this many bits and pieces. And how well some people can procrastinate. Well, a year later it's finally done, but damn is it a beaut! It's still awaiting some of the other necessary hardware for the whole system to go on line, but we should get the first kegs by summer.

chvnkland

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Thud made this map of ye olde stompinge groundes for the Teams of Portland exhibit at the North American Handmade Bicycle Show. It hits the major highlights of CHUNK's historical connection to the streets of our fair city.

(Megulon-5 put the map in his photostream for everyone's perusal)

NW Piano Mover

Northwestern Piano Mover by Terri Saul, from a photo on the CHUNK mothersite.

New Year

C.H.U.N.K. somehow got comped an unlimited supply of tix to the Y2K+8 Wu Tang NYE throwdown. There was alota poo-pooing of the Wu before hand, many minutes of chunks looking bored with the idea.



Then there was the matter of herding the chunks that expressed what little enthusiasm they could to said show - much thumb-up-assery on the side of road arguing.



we made it just in time



hung out till they dropped the balloons



and then split just as the popos were setting up their post-show riot cordon.



Anyhoodle, rolled back to the lago for the real fun.



Happy new years!

touching cloth, a winter wonderland

Day at the Races

CHUNK 666's very own Big Bear has been moonlighting on the Team Beer cyclocross squad for over a year now, always, 'course, on a muhfuggin CHUNK bike. He has built several cross-choppers in this time, the weekly races exerting an almost tidal pull on his creative faculties, like the urge to migrate in whales, or the super strength bestowed on oneself by PCP.

B. built the cross bike and aerodynamic helmet featured above from absolute scratch less than 24 hours before his race - it was oh so many small pieces at 3:00 pm on Saturday and the next thing you knew Big B. was riding to a house party later that night. It purportedly possessed the quietest, straightest drive chain ever to roll off the CHUNK 666 factory floor, in spite of its seat and chain stays which approached a mind-blowing 3 feet long.

And then the Bear RACED it. And then he raced it AGAIN! He was hauling! It was INSANE. Totally and utterly insane. But then again, Big Bear can ride anything, so he rides everything.