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Falling into the iPhoto hole...

I am off of work all week, it's raining, and boredom is now here. I found myself scouring the archives for no good reason and I stopped when I saw her:



My god. That bike. Shoo wee. I was told by someone that I post too many pictures of bike stuff. NO SHIT. But back to this bike...33 tooth T-1 sprocket, Fly rims, 2007 SFA in that green that I coveted for so long...damn. That was a sight. I still have the frame and I think about putting it back together at least once a week.

A Flashback Friday of sorts

Back in January, almost a year ago, I fell. At Ray's Bike Park in Cleveland, OH, we were gonna go get something to eat. I uttered the words I never, ever should have spoken..."One more run." I wanted one more go in the Rhythm Room, and so I dropped in, over shot the first jump a little which killed my speed and I tried to muscle it over the next one. I didn't have enough and I felt the lawn dart coming, so I tried to eject. I went straight to my right shoulder, shearing the AC joint from the clavicle (my doctor would relate that I basically ripped my arm off of my body) and was face down on the ground while I tried to figure out what to do. Shoulder surgery ain't nothing to fuck with, and it was a pretty gnarly road from being cut on in February to being able to pedal a bike in May, but I pushed hard to get there.



That was my arrival in the driveway after my first pedal around the block. That was happiness. I cannot overstate how happy BMX has made me, despite the pain it has inflicted upon my body. Two ACL replacements, multiple broken toes, a cracked rib, 4 concussions, and then the shoulder...hoo child. But I love it because...I dunno. It's just a blast to ride a bike and hear that cassette hub clicking. Except for that Profile Elite...that's too much. Shew. Wee.

Here for a good time. Not a long time.

You ever try to get dressed in the morning...

and realize that you hate all of your clothes? Like, in that moment...you hate all of it. No? It's just me? Hmmm. Well, I am pretty sure that I tried on all 184 of my t-shirts this morning. I think it is winter that does this to me, which is yet another reason to hate it and pine for the return of warmer temperatures. 

At any rate, last night I was going through my Texas Toast pictures again, as I am wont to do because I need something to take my mind off of shitty weather, and I saw this pic of Sean Sexton...

I cropped it a little, sharpened it a touch, and it turned into something I liked. So, think of this as a Throwback Thursday...throwing back to sweating in the Texas sun while standing in a field watching BMX happen on an asphalt pad. 

Yew. 

YOU MISS 100 PERCENT OF THE SHOTS YOU DON'T TAKE.

That makes no sense. Allegedly, Michael Jordan said that. And Kobe heard him and was all, "SHIT. I GOT THIS." But really, if you don't take the shot, it isn't a miss. It's just nothing, man. Maybe a pump fake? Or a bounce pass to the guy on the wing who is better than you? Who knows? What I do know is that I missed on this pic of T-Fred. Sorry man. The good one is hanging on the wall at Old City Java, but I liked the angle on this one much better. But that tire...Tyler wasn't having it. I'd take it, because I am old and nearly dead, so these days I'll take anything. Except for a bow-legged footjam on a quarter. I fucking hate those.

Mic check. One, two. One. TWO.

We're getting the band back together. This should go swimmingly.




BMX IS BACK RAIL FUFANUS.

STAND BY.