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It was a beautiful weekend in interior British Columbia, and the Kids were all about it on their Shreds and Makenas. Yes, Kona makes great kids bikes. Thank you parents, for making great kids.
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Kona helps support the race series for the Sea to Sky Corridor and North Shore high schools. A couple of weeks ago the race was held on the Lost Lake trails in Whistler. Check out the photos HERE

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In my research for a new Kona online exclusive magazine article, titled “Salad Days”, whereby I (Mitch) take an inside look into the kids of Kona, we came across this shot of Adison Macdonald, a 12-year-old ripper from Whistler, BC. Attaboy Adison, that’s making the sponsors real proud. Look for Salad Days to come out in the next month or so.
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Fairfax, Virginia-based Oasis Bike Works recently hooked up 40 lucky kids with brand new Kona bikes courtesy of the Beacon House. The Beacon House is an organization focusing on the Edgewood Terrace neighborhood in Washington, D.C., dedicated to helping at-risk children and their families through education, cultural, recreational and athletic programs. Here are a few photos from the original Oasis Bike Works blog post showcasing the giveaway.
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Eight-year-old Rocco Caruso soul-riding on his Kona Shred 2-0, in his hometown in the Swiss Alps. Kanton Graubünden (aka Grischa).
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Click on the image for a large view.

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Ryan gives back to the kids. Hit the photo for more.
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I live in this cool little town called Nelson, British Columbia. It’s a bubble of sorts, far away from the city, full of happy shiny people. One things for certain though, Nelson (or Planet Neldoron as I like to call it) is Kona all the way. They’re all over the place, as you’ll see in this here little video of the Kootenay Fat Tire Festival’s under 5 downtown crit, sponsored by Gericks Cycle. Seems one little gaffer saw me filming and just had to steal the mini-shredders thunder with a showcase of his shiny new Shred 2-4. Got a love a proud kid.
http://cog.konaworld.com/video//IMG_0163.flv
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From the reasoning of the Dawg name to the best comic book authors, from the history of the Hot to a timeline of industrial music, Cory has the trivia, and the opinions to mouth off about it.
Everyone has their favorite bike. My personal favorite bike is either my Big Unit, or my single speeded Major Jake. But sometimes a bike emerges as an institution, and becomes something bigger than the individual bike. The Stinky has done that, and the Africabike certainly has. But for me, the Dr. Dew holds a special place.
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When summer camp is mentioned in conversation, most people tend to wax poetically about their long-past experiences. Stories of marshmallow roasts and campfire sing-a-longs abound. When they dig deep into the memory vaults, repressed recollections of bugs, weird counselors and food poisoning also surface. I have mixed emotions when I think of my camp experiences. My less than social young personality (ie: shy, introverted) may have had something to do with it, but more than that it was the fact I could be at home playing on my bike, instead of eating tainted camp food or playing war games in the woods. Read More→
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Here’s a sweet shot from Swedish photographer Mattias Fredriksson of three little rippers from Nelson, British Columbia, Canada. Looking good. Feeling good. Standing proud. Got to love the kids.

Photo: Mattias Fredrickson
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