lots of men carry bags?

Call it what you want, call it what you will. We support any version of life's style you wanna rock out with. But you'll need a poiss of some kind to fulfill the requirements Sleaze Otter requires. Don't sleep. Bag, helmet, lights.



Things are in the works; Machiavellian, ponderous, grinding, inexorable movements. If you don't know, now you know.

While we can't endorse anything except a Good Time, you might consider your eternal salvation viz. The Church of the Subgenius (if you got the time), some tenets of which we hold dear. Specifically:
1) get off your ass
2)bust your ass
3)watch your ass, and
4)WASH YOUR ASS!

With regards to #1...we are tired of all the pussy "reasons" why you can't be bothered to get off your ass and have a Good Time on your bicycle (remember that?). Most of these "reasons" involve your dead-hearted J-O-B, enabling you to skip a Real Good Time in favor of some old bullshit like staying at your boring smoky campsite or your shitty hotel room, or attending another lame industry party at which you can't really cut loose on account of the stuffy free drinks might be cut off. Fuck that.

So everything else follows. Come have some fun, with your clean ass and your bicycle.

the candy colored clown they call...

the Sleaze Otter. Clowns are angry/hurt. Clowns are happy/tipsy.




I close my eyes.
Just like Blue Velvet.



I wanted to hate this guy, but couldn't. Look at him. He took his beating and not only showed up at the finish, he showed up at the finish and drank Coors Light (only canned beer they got at the Shadow Box) while giving out prizes. Good lookin out, Jared. Timbuk2 didn't know they hired Chuck Norris...


Earlyish in the evening, happy clowns get prizes. even though the Oregon posse cheated, and missed the 1st box (who told you what the task was?!), they "won" 1st, 2nd, and 3rd. This lovely skinsuit was donated by Stevil, over at allhailtheblackmarket, and is a symbol of individuality and his belief in personal freedom.


Late night. Clowns are sad. Clowns are happy.

Socks now? It's time to go?

These are from king george and they're marvelous...




If you did attend Sleaze Otter 3: The Greatest Challenge and would like to add to the general fund of knowledge, you might share your (ahem) version of events in the comments section below. Any pictures that feature the organizers in a flattering light will also be posted if/when received.


Sorry, I will not post any of the photos taken when I was being tackled, harrassed or having empty cans thrown at me...

Finally and importantly: please take a moment to look at the following email addresses and consider (but then get distracted)- focus- writing to our sponsors to let them know how awesome you think they are and what a "great" time you had at Sleaze Otter. You people received a next-level amount of prize goodness, and if you want it to continue, do your part and say thanks! Use "sLeaZE otter" as your subject line...

>emilyATsurlybikesDOTcom
The always lovely (judging from the timbre of her emails, anyway) Emily sent a load of goods. Even though you aren't try and act classy when you email her to say thanks!

>steveATswoboDOTcom
Our man Stevil Kinevil helped you avoid the bummer life.

>yancopadsATyahooDOTcom
Our gal, Liz, hooked you up.

>toddingermansonAThotmailDOTcom
BlackCatBicycles came through in the clutch at least 6 different ways for this event. Send some personal love there in return.

>vipATvanderkittenDOTcom
These course staying bunch of rawhide tuff latenighters did you a solid. Let them hear you say thanks.

>what's that? what's that you say? no hunter cycles? hunh. where were those guys?