Sunday, September 12, 2010

Gripped!

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9 comments:

  1. how did you do at the state championships? I pulled up to the frolfcourse, Bob Marley out the speakers, just looking to frolf out, only to find a billion trailers all clogging up the street. One billion neon bmxers SNAPPIN_GATES!

    pit moms, al bundys, jailbait, the shit was CRAZE.

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  2. State champs? When 2 years ago? I've been staying away for a bit.

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  3. last weekend.

    I think it's your Old Man Crew: a bunch of shittalkers, one dude in the hospital, they all have nicknames...

    dirt jumpers got unjustly booted (fists involved!) for rebel runs, old fat dudes talmbout 1978, it was pretty rad.

    It was like a Slayer show, bringing these weirdos out of the woodwork.

    Some of it was kinda sad.

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  4. BMX racing is a tad odd, I realize that now. When I was a kid, it felt normal. But now, there's a ton of dudes my age talking about not being able to afford race fee's ($10) and shit. Poor mans moto for sure. "Yea, I just got a job at the Home Dildo and their paying me $12 a hour!" The old class IS fast. Squirrely but fast. Bunch of dudes that never stopped racing and get this...TRAIN for it. Wind sprints, practice laps, gate starts and shit. Got a NAG 1 and 5 that frequent the weekly races and school mother fuckers. 2 years ago was the last state champs I did, came out of turn two there at RiverValley, took out two dudes, then rode the rest of the track with elbows out and the side vision going so no one got by. I went from state 5 to state 3 in that main event. Wow, impressive huh? Then two weeks later, I was real stoked on myself and my handlebars broke going into a set of doubles, 4 deep at 25mph plus...the rest is hiss-story. So now that cruiser goes to Greenlake, neighborhood and shit like that.

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  5. Fully. My homies gave it up, because somehow, some way, boosting 30 footers at those trails is safer (and more fun). Shit's gnarly. It was just me against a curb, and I got bodied...there's no way I'd be out there against dudes named steamroller or whatever, getting pitched off the back of some hard ass berm--in full accordance with the rules! LOLOL

    people of all ages were getting broke off.

    the bullshit session afterwards over margaritas was incredible: made apres-powday lodgetalk seem like amateur hour...

    I've said too much LOL

    srsly hearing my homey call out his old buddies who are afraid to jump, "landsharks" who hadn't left the ground in 30 years or whatever, "you'd better come out to the trails and learn how to jump for Grands--they'll have a jump at Grands" or whatever...shit was hilarious.

    combined with the on-track fistfight between some biz-casual pit dad and an unstable beast of a dirt jumper, and it made for a good saturday...I wish I could've seen one of those sidehack races yesterday, but I had shit to do...

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  6. I guess none of these festivities had anything to do w/ the indigenous peoples of the grand Pac NW? Land of some of Bundy's finest work.

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  7. Sidehack...like this? http://the-tackledbox.blogspot.com/2007/10/hackin.html

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  8. ZACKLEY!
    and, just like your experience, the two dudes who brought these things on Saturday were having someone ELSE race them. Tell you something? Stay the fuck OFF@!

    http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/4250/img7413ap.jpg

    broken wrist never felt so good. I didn't need to make up any more excuses. I watched some good bmxers almost die in the parking lot on one, I can't imagine what it'd be like mashing at that first jump like some master blaster in a sidecar WTF???

    WWD for sure, putting a minor on that platform ahahahaha

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  9. and JK: AL Bundy, not Ted! As in the dudes who never left their hometown...dudes still living off how cool they were in high school...

    but once again, I've said too much LOL

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