A sled, eighty miles per hour, a hill of ice, and one badass collection of helmets.
Don’t flinch, don’t move, don’t blink, don’t breath—launch yourself onto an ice hill and pray you make down in one piece.This. This is the Skeleton—a rare combination of flare and physique, designated for the daring, the fearless, and the extreme.
Originating in Switzerland in the early 20th century, the earliest competitors would race through the winding streets of St. Moritz, dodging pedestrians along the way. It has only appeared in the Winter Games twice (1928, 1948) before 2002, so the sport respects its history, while still enjoying a relatively new resurgence. But, with the right mix of speed and danger, it's quickly become one of the most watched events at the games.
From Luxury Ice Fishing to Vance Joy, this week’s Diversions + Tunes has it all.
1. NEW KID ON THE BLOCK: A fresh sports network with a clean layout and conglomerated opinions on major issues? Yes, we're tracking. / Rookie
2. A ROAD WARRIOR: "A year ago, I started fantasizing about campers other than my VW Syncro." / A Restless Transplant
Little but mighty, the Blizzard brought the storm to the off road market.
It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog. - Mark Twain
Meet the Blizzard—one of Toyota’s lesser-known, but no less impressive, four wheel drive vehicles. It ran in production from March 1980 until the 90s, and while it may be small of stature, it has a heart of diesel gold.
In England, the Navy takes its beard(s) more seriously than you do.
In general, the only members of the UK armed forces who can wear a full beard are the Royal Navy. A sailor who wants to do so must submit a form requesting ‘permission to stop shaving’. He is then allowed up to two weeks to ‘grow a full set’. At this point he must present himself to the Master at Arms (the senior Service policeman in any ship or unit) who will decide if his beard looks stupid or is respectably full enough to be permitted. - qi.com
This is the biggest news story you never read: Huckberry has acquired sound recordings of a top-secret meeting of a semi-secret Royal committee, held aboard a slightly secret abandoned submarine near Cornwall, UK. The man speaking in the transcript is one Rear Admiral Frothy Merryweather, of the British Royal Navy, executive beardsman of the Royal Beard Council. The transcript that follows is the first documented proof of the Council's existence. Carbon dating indicates the audio reel is from mid-1987. Archaeologists confirm the tapes are authentic. Full text below…
Randy P. Martin believes that being the speck isn’t such a bad thing after all.
Up in the wooded northlands of the West Coast, there’s a rather nomadic photographer who just got home after a year on the move. The past twelve months, Randy P. Martin’s been on the road—“No job, no home,” he says, just “mountain climbing, island life, a 4,000 mile motorcycle road trip to the Arctic Circle, six new National Parks.”
Oh yes, just that. (Did we hear 4,000 mile Arctic Cirlce motorcycle trip?) Along the way he took a slew of photographs with his trusty Fujifilm X-Pro 1 and Yashica T5. His photography’s been described as “travel documentation”—a nice hybrid genre that cuts to the core of his artistic inclinations: 1. “go see some crazy shit,” 2. take pictures while you’re out there.
Don’t let the puppy eyes deceive you, that stinky little sprinter packs a punch.
I always thought dog sledding would be romantic. Northern lights, dogs howling at the moon, jagged mountain peaks—you get the drift. That’s the vision The Call of the Wild left me with, although I’m sure that’s not what the book was about. Last winter, I decided to make these dreams a reality. Only it didn’t quite turn out the way Jack London had me picturing it.
I booked a trip with my Dad with Mountain Musher outside of Vail, Colorado, where my friend, Landon, was an experienced musher. From the moment I crawled into a crowded van filled with Texans, things weren’t what I expected. First of all, there were Texans. Secondly, I was in a van. Things only became less dreamlike as we arrived at the dogs.
Two meals, two mocktails, and a whole ton of flavor to get your healthy on.
We’re over a month into the new year, and it’s time to give ourselves an honest assessment. The belly: not as taut as possible. The workout regime: not the pinnacle of consistency. That quick hop in our step knowing we’ve eaten well, exercised, and haven't spent the last 72 hours on the couch watching Sochi: no comment.
February, we think, is for going back to the drawing board—giving ourself a second chance, because, you know what—it’s our health—and we owe it to ourselves to try again. Supporting the cause are Timmy Malloy of Local’s Corner and mixologist Vince Toscano of Rye. They've put together some healthy options, that haven't compromised on flavor.
A home in Japan’s Yatsugatake Forest is redefining the concept of life on the edge.
It's not that Japan does everything we do better. It's just that they take it to the next level. Much as America and England have tossed the rock and roll ball back and forth for 50 years, refining and improving it, so do Japan and America riff off one one another in the realm of design, technology and architecture.
This house on a Japanese hill in Yatsugatake from Kidosaki Architects Studio is an outstanding specimen of that interplay. The American mid-Century modern home taken up a notch by the Japanese. American ingenuity with a Japanese flavor, Asian tradition rooted in the past but in formed by Western cultural innovation.
550 lb and 4,000 pieces of metal—it’s a monument fit for the King.
Majestic in grandeur and naturally overpowering, the lion is the undisputed king of the jungle. Turkish artist, Selçuk Yilmaz, looked to honor this sentiment with one of his newest works, a 550 lb metal sculpture of this revered feline.
Created from nearly 4,000 pieces of scrap metal, Aslan (Turkish for Lion) was a ten-month venture for Yilmaz, who hand-cut and fitted each piece of metal to accurately replicate the shape and size of this carnivore.
Native to the land, loyal to the country—The Shadow Wolves are our border elite.
There’s hardly an hour between Tucson, AZ and the US-Mexico border, but between the two, there’s a whole lot of, well, nothing. So much nothing, in fact, that the region has become a prime channel for the illegal commodities trade.
Nearly devoid of infrastructure, the region presents a unique set of challenges for those attempting to stop the Cartel drug runners. However, there also exists a unique unit that’s up to the task: 15 men, descended from 9 Native American tribes, who know the terrain better than anyone else. And they’re called: The Shadow Wolves.
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